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BeautyO:
Wow . you are really heartless and you deserve those curses .. what if the guy that told he slept with her was lying?... and who are you to judge her .. so sad

2ndchance44:
Let me tell it from the beginning. I was young then and restless. I wanted to make money fast. My friends and I would talk endlessly on how we could better our lot and buy nice cars. Yeye daydreaming. Who no work go chop? They were into G, me I just dey look them.

So one guy said he knew someone who knew someone in ijebu Igbo. I had one stupid attitude at the time, I was fascinated by black magic and wanted to experience it. I was out of school at the time, just out of the polytechnic and lived with my sister and her husband in magodo, Lagos. I didnt lack anything. We weren't super rich, but we weren't poor either.

There was absolutely no need for me to go down the rabbit hole in search of the devil and what he had to offer, but that rebellious spirit in me kept edging me on.

So we went to ijebu Igbo and met with the person we were directed to. Two of us. The guy checked and told me he would arrange something for me that would help me make money. I can't remember the exact cost but I know for sure it was between 15 to 20k. I paid. He asked me to get some stuff like a bag of salt and brand new 50 naira notes. I was to wake up at mid night, naked, pray with the salt and tie them into 21 pieces each containing one 50 naira note. I sweated like a he goat. I did it and traveled from Lagos to ijebu to give him the stuff. He immediately had it distributed to beggars.

Next, he took me to an empty room and showed me a pot. He then did some incantations and asked me to pray on it. He gave me the pot to take home, told me that if anyone called me and asked me if I could handle so and so job, I should say yes. I would also bring the pot down to ijebu anytime it was due for renewal.

Na so I carry pot go house o, go hide am for wardrobe. Pot begin smell so tey my sister con decode. Something was getting rotten inside the God forsaken pot. I found a way to convince her so she could also scope her husband because the thing dey smell and her husband nose can perceive something down the street.

I prayed and prayed with the pot, one day turn to 1 week, 2 weeks, 3 weeks. No call. I abandon the pot and was looking for the next thing to try when after a month. Someone called me, we had done some jobs together in the past, he now had a new connect that needed someone to write movie scripts for him for a series they wanted to air on mnet and the guy was loaded. I had written scripts before but not professionally, just for fun. I wanted to say no cos I didnt want to mess up the connect, then I remembered the pot.

O boy, they flew into lag, we met, job start. It went so well, that they would pay me and forget that they had paid and would repay for a project they had already paid for. Las Las it ended.

But the bloody thing worked and I was hooked, thus began the race down the rabbit hole.

......to be continued..