Iphekitan:
Thanks guys my site is up and active, I would try and round up the story this coming week, thanks for the motivation so far.

u welcum bro...

U lifted the later end of the story (Chidi part) from an online publication on google.
You know even change one tin. Nawaoooo!
All d same,great work!

Nice work iphekitan...kip it up..

nice job...Mofor

nice job bro, keep it up.

“Karma is a bit-ch”
That statement still kept ringing imaginary bells in my ear. But seriously, I know my game and I know how to play safe, so I really don’t give the statement too much concern.
I started setting in places my travelling documents. Though to be sincere, no place is quite sure yet.
Lagos became like another home for me, because of the fun I’d tasted there, I kept going to Gombe and Returning to Lasgidi.
On a day like that I was in a bank with some. Friends of mine in Lagos then, to cash out some cash via money gram when I saw John Smith coming in and was talking with the security.
The John Smith dude was slowly becoming a bogeyman in my life. The last time I saw him was at a show at Eko Hotel & Towers, I had to boycott the red carpet just to avoid him & we’ve managed to avoid each other all this while, so why have our paths decided to cross now? First thing that came to my mind was Karma? Was the bitch about to Bleep me up? I didn’t wanna find out. I just collect the panama, one of my friends was putting on, and placed it on my head, then put on my sun shade, to complete, if you knew me before I bet you wouldn’t recognize me.
My friends were all aware of my previous encounter with John Smith so I didn’t have to say much they got the message when I pointed to his direction with style.
The statement “Karma is a bitch”. Sort of got me thinking to the point that I find my self, stepping into a catholic church.
It’s been years have stepped into one. But with the feeling of bad omen I was having around me. I just decided to see if attending church could sort of guarantee me being safe.
My birthday was fast approaching & I had made up to try and limit my yahoo scams to a minimum but like every other habit, it wasn’t easy to drop. I was making more money now than I ever did, all my clients were paying like they were spellbound. I couldn’t just turn away from all that money! The devil surely has his ways of keeping us in his team. I wasn’t going to let him win this battle though.
But basically I dropped dating, I was just into goods full time, I attended mass at least twice a month but I became more involved, attending Sunday mass more frequently, made
anonymous donations, I even went for confession. I drew closer to God because I realized my love for money wasn’t easy to drop & I needed spiritual help and guidance. The harder I tried to leave the game, the more
money I made. Clients I hadn’t spoken to in months began to reconnect.
One of them Cindy Williams, who was the COO (Chief Operating Officer) of a major company in Australia, was in her late forties & married to a billionaire when we met online but she was having marital issues so I insisted she finalized her divorce before we got into anything serious. She duly obliged and then I insisted she got rid of the diamond ring her husband gave her, so as to erase any form of reminder. She agreed to let go, so I convinced her to send the ring to me instead to help her
dispose. I got a contact in the UK who sold the ring for $70,000!
She kept on paying me for months despite several attempts by her friends and family to discourage her from doing so. She believed I was real. Poor Cindy. Don’t be too quick to tag her as gullible because I had a pretty tight game. I could easily scam you too. Wouldn’t
you believe a person is real if you saw him/her via web cam, spoke with his mom, account officer, saw his account statement, and signed contract documents? Knowing what you now know, you would disagree but trust me, everybody is a potential client.
After about 8 months, Cindy was finally convinced I was a fraud, mainly because I had refused to meet with her. She arranged several meetings in different countries & in each of them I pulled a no show. Deeply hurt, she stopped contacting me & all efforts I made to contact her proved abortive. It felt like she left earth. For over 6 months, we had no form of contact whatsoever, so imagine my surprise when I received an email from her just days before my birthday.
She claimed she was still in love with me and couldn’t let go. Although I was a bit sceptical about her sudden reappearance, I found myself in a dilemma, caught between letting go or reconnecting with her, knowing fully well I stood to make millions if I did the latter. It
was a hard decision to make but my greed triumphed over my conscience. In hindsight, I should have followed my conscience but life doesn’t come with a rewind button, does it?
So I reconnected with her and we got talking. We agreed to a meeting again but this time around I arranged the location. I decided we went on a vacation to Kwala Lumpur, Malaysia. I chose Malaysia because bosun was over there that would help me play a long con
on her dubbed ‘wash-wash’ in street terms. Wash-Wash is a form of scam in which you meet the clients in person and convince them to part with their money. It involves greater risks but even greater reward.
Cindy wanted us to meet before or on my birthday (I use my real birthday on my scam profile) because she wanted to spend the day with me. She said she would plan something romantic for me but I insisted on meeting after. I had put in too much time & expenses
into planning my birthday bash here in Nigeria to abandon it for a trip to Malaysia, so I scheduled the meeting for the weekend after my birthday.
Prior to our initial ‘break-up’, Cindy and I were making plans to buy a property in any of the exotic islands around the world. We were both going to contribute equal sums to buy the property, so I restarted the plan. I convinced her to bring her share to Malaysia so we could buy the property. It was this sum I had planned to take from her via wash-wash.
Having made all the necessary arrangements for my trip to Malaysia, I channelled all my efforts into throwing the party of the year…

Iphekitan:
Episode. 26

Read and drop your comment.

Thanks

were is the episode 26

Iphekitan:
Episode. 26

Read and drop your comment.

Thanks

bad guy

LeoHezzy:
were is the episode 26

Funny click on d link, if not God wil elp ya find it

3KINGZ18:
bad guy

Even you sef dey follow. I have read it but @ Iphekitan,give us longer updates of the story

Episode 26
“Karma is a bit-ch” That statement still kept ringing imaginary bells in my ear. But seriously, I know my game and I know how to play safe, so I really don’t give the statement too much concern. I started setting in places my traveling documents. Though to be sincere, no place is quite sure yet. Lagos became like another home for me, because of the fun I’d tasted their, I kept going to Gombe and Returning to Lasgidi. On a day like that I was in a bank with some. Friends of mine in lagos then, to cash out some cash via moneygram when I saw John Smith coming in and was talking with the security. The John Smith dude was slowly becoming a bogeyman in my life. The last time I saw him was at a show at Eko Hotel & Towers, I had to boycott the red carpet just to avoid him & we’ve managed to avoid each other all this while, so why have our paths decided to cross now? First thing that came to my mind was Karma? Was the bitch about to Bleep me up? I didn’t wanna find out. I just collect the panama, one of my friends was putting on, and placed it on my head, then put on my sun shade, to complete, iif you knew me before I bet you wouldn’t recognize me. My friends were all aware of my previous encounter with John Smith so I didn’t have to say much they got the message when I pointed to his direction with style. The statement “Karma is a bitch”. Sort of got me thinking to the point that I find my self, stepping into a catholic church. It’s been a years have stepped into one. But with the feeling of bad omen I was having around me. I just decided to see if attending church could sort of guarantee me being safe. My birthday was fast approaching & I had made up to try and limit my yahoo scams to a minimum but like every other habit, it wasn’t easy to drop. I was making more money now than I ever did, all my clients were paying like they were spellbound. I couldn’t just turn away from all that money! The devil surely has his ways of keeping us in his team. I wasn’t going to let him win this battle though. But basically I dropped dating, I was just into goods full time, I attended mass at least twice a month but I became more involved, attending sunday mass more frequently, made anonymous donations, I even went for confession. I drew closer to God because I realized my love for money wasn’t easy to drop & I needed spiritual help and guidance. The harder I tried to leave the game, the more money I made. Clients I hadn’t spoken to in months began to reconnect. One of them Cindy williams, who was the COO (Chief Operating Officer) of a major company in Australia, was in her late forties & married to a billionaire when we met online but she was having marital issues so I insisted she finalized her divorce before we got into anything serious. She duly obliged and then I insisted she got rid of the diamond ring her husband gave her, so as to erase any form of reminder. She agreed to let go, so I convinced her to send the ring to me instead to help her dispose. I got a contact in the UK who sold the ring for $70,000! She kept on paying me for months despite several attempts by her friends and family to discourage her from doing so. She believed I was real. Poor Cindy. Don’t be too quick to tag her as gullible because I had a pretty tight game. I could easily scam you too. Wouldn’t you believe a person is real if you saw him/her via web cam, spoke with his mom, account officer, saw his account statement, signed contract documents? Knowing what you now know, you would disagree but trust me, everybody is a potential client. After about 8 months, Cindy was finally convinced I was a fraud, mainly because I had refused to meet with her. She arranged several meetings in different countries & in each of them I pulled a no show. Deeply hurt, she stopped contacting me & all efforts I made to contact her proved abortive. It felt like she left earth. For over 6 months, we had no form of contact whatsoever, so imagine my surprise when I received an email from her just days before my birthday. She claimed she was still in love with me and couldn’t let go. Although I was a bit skeptical about her sudden reappearance, I found myself in a dilemma, caught between letting go or reconnecting with her, knowing fully well I stood to make millions if I did the latter. It was a hard decision to make but my greed triumphed over my conscience. In hindsight, I should have followed my conscience but life doesn’t come with a rewind button, does it? So I reconnected with her and we got talking. We agreed to a meeting again but this time around I arranged the location. I decided we went on a vacation to Kwala Lumpur, Malaysia. I chose Malaysia because bosun was over there who would help me play a long con on her dubbed ‘wash-wash’ in street terms. Wash-Wash is a form of scam in which you meet the clients in person and convince them to part with their money. It involves greater risks but even greater reward. Cindy wanted us to meet before or on my birthday (I use my real birthday on my scam profile) because she wanted to spend the day with me. She said she would plan something romantic for me but I insisted on meeting after. I had put in too much time & expenses into planning my birthday bash here in Nigeria to abandon it for a trip to Malaysia, so I scheduled the meeting for the weekend after my birthday. Prior to our initial ‘break-up’, Cindy and I were making plans to buy a property in any of the exotic islands around the world. We were both going to contribute equal sums to buy the property, so I restarted the plan. I convinced her to bring her share to Malaysia so we could buy the property. It was this sum I had planned to take from her via wash-wash. Having made all the necessary arrangements for my trip to Malaysia, I channelled all my efforts into throwing the party of the year… To be continued
culled from http://dopepopz.com

Greediness iz a disease ooo

Wat of episode 25?

I See you racing to the end. Please make the end no be wetin I Dey think. make I no predict this story like Nigerian film. Biko kwa

update....

[size=16pt]please endeavor to finish this interesting story[/size]

royalkeed:
[size=16pt]please endeavor to finish this interesting story[/size]

Just to busy dis week

Iphekitan:

Just to busy dis week

u dey work i tink xay na yy u dey do

Iphekitan:

Just to busy dis week

u dey work i tink xay na yy u dey do

Been seeeing this story but always ignored it. Nice one bro waiting patiently. Keep it rolling

3KINGZ18:
u dey work i tink xay na yy u dey do

That one too na work to keep u busy.

more update nice one

Iphekitan:
Episode 27 Click to read

nice one man

Nice one , interesting story , can't wait for more. Keep it up guy

nice update iphe nla, keep it coming

We're are you

donnumber1:
nice write up op. I just hope sis faith won't be your down fall. I'm following. Nice write once again.

i hope so too

Iphekitan more grease to your elbow

Tz been a while, sorry for the delay

Episode 28 Click to read

Thanks

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