INTRO

I know God exists but why his hand works continue to make life unbearable for others makes me wanna question His existence but I was wrong. Love has no iron but can crush the strongest steel of any form. At first I thought it was a dream but it was real than reality himself.


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I was not born to be nice and I do not see being nice as an attribute of man but of dogs. I was that idiot killed my mum with a broken bottle...picked me up and dump me in a well. Thank goodness there was no water in it. I came out alive and found the house has been raged with fire.

For 20years I searched for him. Not that I didn't find him, but the worst things I made him feel before embarking on my final showdown.

So glad when I saw his new family year pictures and I was convinced that throughly he wasn't my father as he has always claimed.

I did everything humanly possible to get the education I need to stand out. I didn't study to look for job of become successful, in studied to be able to make my revenge look more classic and packaged.

While in school, no cult dare come near me. At every of their meetings, I deal not only with the capons but those small chicken inclusive. You wanna know how many times I have been shot? Sorry I have lost counts. I did head surgery more than four time. But I appreciate the surgeon's effort to make sure my handsomeness was not tampered with.

I have watched people get killed without helping them. My ideology is to bring down the man who killed my mum.

I never saw beauty in the faces of all ladies that throw themselves at me. Most times they want to get laid, I get them drugged and ask a beggar to have their way with them. Am bad? Shhhhhh..... not yet.

Thats the beginging of my story.
My name is Ladi and I am not here to make any common sense.

See you later.

To be continued...

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Life is boring to you people, but me life is a gademn full of shit.
I don't care what happened to you or the person sitting next to you.

I havee been arrested more than five times. Jailed and almost killed twice but I survived it all.
There has never been a day I laugh, all my life as been bitterness all through and I think I love it.

I was free from rubbish you guys run after. The so called social media was never part of my life. Infact I hate it.

I have killed more chickens than I killed humanbeings. Funny right? Mtcheew..... I no send jawe.

Thank God I am very reserve and down to earth, and I keep my secret to myself.

What a great life I am living without running after any lady. Or occupying myself with jealousy. I have watched guys betrayed the same girl they introduced to their family. And I have seen ladies too getting laid by their guy's friend.
Single life is fun.

I don't see myself as a virgin cos I watch pornagraphy to know must of the styles I need when the need arises.

The very first help i did was for an old woman. Whom almost get knocked down by a reckless driver. I beat the driver until he collapsed.

The second was when I went to a shopping mall and I saw a very pretty lady. Sorry let me rephrase that. I saw a lady like that, I saw her stealing some makeup items and she was almost get caught. I walked down to her with speed, grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. While the kiss was going on, I took those things she has stolen and I dump them in my small bag. The kiss lasted for five minutes.
The security came and got confused, I was also faster than the computerized camera.

But after that day she started stalking me around. One day I kidnapped her and gave her a hundred thousand naira. And finally I shot her twice on the leg. And when she passed out, I dump her near a hospital.

But I was shocked when I checked the news papers and saw my most dreaded enemy becoming the Governor of this state.......

What do you think i should do?

To be continued

please guys show some love.....need your encouragement. thanks n God bless

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I know you want me to let go but am sorry forgiveness is not in my dictionary. You hurt me I hurt you right back big time without wasting time.

I don't feel remorseful for any bad thing I did. Its only pains me when I don't see you cry or get hurt the way I wanted to. Am dangerous and most times I love the bad stuff I do.

I like the fact that I was focused in achieving my main purpose. I know its a long work, but I was determined to take the first step. Since a single step could make a thousand one later. Have got to break barrier and just make that mark. To kill that devil that kill my mum.

I already have my degree but I can't work for anybody that will use me for his own good. I decided to learn how to be a good cook cum chef.

In two years I was the best. The chief chef loved my delicacies and my style of cooking. But I have to pay him for that one thing he did to me.

On my graduation day, I was. Awarded as the best of all times. I went to the kitchen, pick a small knife and I insert it into chief's left eye while he was asleep.

I was arrested and sentenced for two years. I was asked to constantly visit a psychologist who normally comes to the prison. He did all he could but the day he tried to tempt my anger, he went back home with a broken wrist.

After a year, the Chief Chef used his connections to get me out. He even came to pick me up all by himself.

On our way back, the car developed some fault. I was there for five hours without helping the old man. I just relaxed my mind and slept of.

The darkness came and we watched cars by passed us. Some minutes to eleven, a car pulled besides us and two guys came out with a gun. Without asking any question they shot Chief. I just look at them and continue to listen to my song.

They took everything he had on, including the expensive wristwatch I bought him on his birthday. He took me as his son. He stylishly paid back all the money I paid when enrolled as a student.

Suddenly there was this anger that erupted from my head and I stood up, went straight to those guys, kicked them both till they fainted.

I mistakenly used their car to hurriedly take Chief to the hospital. Little did I know that the sam was snatched at gun point. The police tried to stop me but I refused. They started chasing me.

In short I got to the hospital but just as I stepped out of the car, and hand over Chief to them, I felt there was air coming out of me any longer. My eyes became so heavy and in five seconds I passed out. I was shot four times.

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There are always consequences in every decisions we made based on our free will. The consequence might be good for bad decision or bad for a good decision.

I felt pain of losing someone for the first time. Chief was already dead by the time I regained my consciousness. I was told they removed bullets from my chest. I also found myself on handcuffs.

I can categorically tell you that....I do not have a single friend. But there are some fool who sees me every time and shout my name. I just look and ignore them.

The doctor came in one night and promised to help me get out. I told him i didn't need his help but he insisted. So when I ask what the help was he said he would get me out of the hospital without a trace.

He began to do me some strange favour like providing for my meal and clothings. My thought was right, he wanted something back. I was clueless of what he wanted but I was sure he would need my help too in order to compliment what he has just done for me.

That fateful day, I left the hospital like a normal person and none of the police could stop me. I was not surprised because, as an African child, jazz can do wonders. When I got to his house there was this strange feeling I have and I thought I should get out before things get out of hand. But still I maintain my peace and kept quiet.

I look at the way he stared into my eyes severally and was unable to say his mind.

After waiting and watching him gallivanting round the room I decided to help out.

"What rubbbish do you want me to do for you? Are you thinking if am capable or not? Well I have killed before and I am currently planning to kill again. Does that answer your scared questions.

He was shocked that I could possibly ask such a question. I smiled and move a step further. I touched him by shoulder. I looked at him and smiled.

In my own word "there are two sides of a coin. The good and the bad sign".

He possibly did not understand me. So he handed over a picture to me. I look at the image and smiled.

I am bad but not daft. I am cruel but not ignorant. I am very updated and knows what is going on both in the country and my environment. My family inclusive. The image in my hands takes me back in time and I congratulated myself for keeping up the good faith.
I was on the right path after all. It looks like a puzzle but I feel the map are pointing towards the same direction.

Mr Fatai Fakole. My uncle. They thought they had me kill now am coming for their heads one after the other.

Doctor Isaac gave me my first job as professional hired assassin.

Warning....keep your house and life well...I may decide to come for you.

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gbishancomedian:
INTRO

I know God exists but why his hand works continue to make life unbearable for others makes me wanna question His existence (insert a comma here) but I was wrong. Love has no iron but can crush the strongest steel of any form (This is a weak metaphor. Rather use something like this: Love is a sledge hammer, it can break down walls) . At first (insert a comma here) I thought it was a dream but it was real than (delete) reality himself (itself).


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I was not born to be nice and I do not see being nice as an attribute of man but of dogs (Politesse has never been a virtue to me. I was not brought up to be nice; that's a quality for the weak, or the dogs of this world. If you are found to be nice, people will put you on a leash and feed you sh!it). I was that idiot killed my mum with a broken bottle... (Kindly rephrase) picked me up and dump (dumped) me in a well. Thank goodness there was no water in it (I was lucky it was a dry well). I came out alive and found the house has (had) been raged with fire (razed down by fire).

For 20years I searched for him. (I searched around for him for twenty years.) Not that I didn't find him, but the worst things I made him feel before embarking on my final showdown. (When I eventually found him, I managed to make his life a living hell.)

So glad when I saw his new family year pictures and I was convinced that throughly he wasn't my father as he has always claimed (I was fortunate to come across his family pictures, these pictures, however, convinced me that he wasn't my father as he had so claimed).

I did everything humanly possible to get the education I need (needed) to stand out. I didn't study to look for job of become successful, in studied to be able to make my revenge look more classic and packaged (I didn't study because I wanted to search for jobs in the labour market, far from that; I became educated so that I would gain the best knowledge of how I would carry out my vengeance with the strategic plans of a learned person).

While in school, no cult dare come near me (When I was still a student, no cult member dared confront me). At every of their meetings, I deal not only with the capons but those small chicken inclusive (Each time they were having their meetings, I always went there and wiped them out, the capones and the small fries altogether). You wanna know how many times I have been shot? Sorry (insert a comma here) I have lost counts. I did head surgery more than four time (times). But I appreciate the surgeon's effort to make sure my handsomeness was not tampered with.

I have watched people get killed without helping them. My ideology is to bring down the man who killed my mum.

I never saw beauty in the faces of all ladies that throw (who threw) themselves at me. Most times (insert a comma here) they want to get laid, I get them drugged and ask a beggar to have their (his) way with them. Am bad? Shhhhhh..... not yet (You think I'm a terrible person? Hush, you haven't seen anything yet).

Thats (That's) the beginging of my story.
My name is Ladi and I am not here to make any common sense.

See you later.

To be continued...

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