Pofgrace:
centino can i pay with bank transfer the option is not available on the website

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Bukolaberry:
Thanks for the update, There is place for miracle in the law, please which law is cosmos referring to cause I don't understand his take, he seems to be in between.

Mr Cosmas did talk a bit about the laws in this episode...https://katakatastreet.com/2021/02/17/chisco-in-the-coven/

He is making the point for the benefit of those who may think it strange that he believes in miracles.

Asek1:
Ikpa Ekpe!

Good to read from you again

Your dedication no be here

Am right behind you buddy

Da mmi!

I'm loyal.

DOCTOR'S REPORT

They got to their rooms and Sister Esther went down on her knees in the middle of bedroom and lifted her hands into the ceiling and spoke.
“Father! You are the one that giveth children. You are the one that commanded us to go into the world and multiply. You said you know the plans you have for us, plans of good and not of evil. Who is it that said, and it comes to pass when the lord commands it not? Father! Hear my cry this day and prove yourself to me! Prove yourself to this heathen world! Prove yourself to this heathen compound!”

Mr Kingsley cleared his throat from the chair he sat in the palour listening to her. Sister Esther stopped praying and rose to meet him.

“What is that nonsense you were saying, Kingsley?”

“We have to take the doctor’s advice and abort.”

“You and who will take the doctor’s advice?”

“We will do it together.”

“Never! I will have my baby. I will have my baby and he will be whole. Watch and see. Watch and see!”

“I will not be a part of such a decision. If you insist, you will have to look for somewhere else to stay.”

‘I insist! I insist and I will be going nowhere! This is your fault! They said I will give birth to an imb*cile. Imbe! Kingsley your son will be an imbe!”
She said clapping her hands in his face. “And why not? Open your mouth and talk like everyone else you will not talk. Didn’t your heathen friend Cosmas who knows about spirits tell you that since you have been behaving like an imb*cile that you have commanded the spirit of imbe into your body and now you will be giving birth to one? You didn’t know? You thought that there would be no consequence for your idiocy? Now you can talk. Didn’t Tommy Hilfiger or Hulk Hogan say anything for you to quote for me now? Is it now that your mouth will be full with words? Yenyenyen you have to abort or pack and go kill you there!”

“Imbecility is not a birth defect. Imb*cile means a stupid person. A nincompoop. A mor*n. We are here talking about down syndrome, trisomy syndrome, XYY syndrome, triple X syndrome. It could be any of those. These are not easy to live with. When you don’t know and it happens that is understandable. But we have been forewarned and now have the chance to prevent a lifetime of heartache and embarrassment and misery and you are here talking nonsense. The only imb*cile I see here is you!”

“Kingsley you are an imb*cile! Your father is an imb*cile! Your mother is an imb*cile! I will have my child and you will see the power of God with your own eyes!”

“Not under my roof!”

“Come and remove me. If your name is Kingsley alias Undertaker come and remove me from here.”

“In the face of an obstacle which is impossible to overcome, stubbornness is stupid. – Simon de Beauvoir.” Mr Kingsley said.

“In the face of your own stupidity Kingsley, thunder will fire you! – Osuofia of Nollywood.” Sister Esther finalised.

Continue reading https://katakatastreet.com/2022/06/04/doctors-report/

DESTINY CHANGERS

Chisco stirred awake, sat up and leaned against the wall. What next now? He got up and grabbed a broom and started to sweep the palour where he slept. Flashes of Josephine and the man crossed his mind but he kept on doing his chore. He heard his brother and his wife’s voices from the adjoining room and knew they were awake. He knocked on their door.

“Ogbu! What is it?” Achike said.

“I say make I come carry the plate wey una use chop yesterday go wash and to warm the soup.”

The food locker was in the bedroom. So Achike stood and wore his shorts and grabbed the items and thrust them into Chisco’s hands through the curtain.

Chisco stepped out towards the kitchen. He passed Mr Kingsley on the corridor and did not bother to greet. Mr Kingsley never responded to greetings. As they passed each other Chisco saw a flash of Eyonyam, clear as day, bound with chains and struggling to break free. He stopped and turned to look at Mr Kinsley’s back. That had never happened to him before.

“Keep moving,” the voice that followed him said. It was real. He was no longer the ordinary boy from Arochukwu. Now he had extra eyes and ears.

“Yes he is thinking about her but he does not see what you just saw.”

So this was how life would be for him. A dead man constantly in his ears while he saw what others did not see.

“I still hoped when I woke up today I’ll find it was all a dream,” Chisco said within himself to his guide.

“You will get used to it,” His guide said.

“Can I call you Papa Efe like we used to call you?”

“You don’t need to waste your time concerned about me. Live your life and gain your experiences as if I wasn’t even there. You will hear my voice when you need to.”

“So I should not call you Papa Efe.”

“I am not Papa Efe right now. I am conscious of my entire existence even before I came as Papa Efe. Like I said, you cannot waste your time conversing with me. I have work to do.”

“So what I just sensed is Kingsley thinking about Eyonyam.”

“Yes.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

“Why don’t you go and find out?” the voice said to him.

Chisco got to the kitchen, set the pot on the stove, and went to the backyard to wash the dishes, his mind working all the time.

Irikefe lumbered to his side carrying weeks old dirty dishes and clothes which he dropped in a heap and heaved a sigh. Chisco could tell looking at the things he had with him that Irikefe had not done any washing since his father died. Chisco wondered what made him decide to wash today.”

“Chisco mehn…good morning.”

“Morning.”

“I happy as I see you o! You go help me abi?”

Chisco remained quiet, turned a black pot over, and poured VIM on the bottom.

“Wetin dey do you sef? Since you come back from home you dey do like say dem castrate you.”Irikefe chided.

“Na your papa dem castrate,” Chisco said.

“My papa don die.”

Chisco hissed and applied pressure on the pot with iron sponge, producing a sound that brought a stinging sensation to Irikefe’s spine.

Irikefe covered his ears with two fingers and grimaced. He took two steps away from Chisco and pulled out his phone and found a contact.

Moments later, he barked “Castro! Mumu boy! You still dey suck your mama bress?”

He listened and said “That one na story you dey tell me. Na three bedsheet and two jeans you dey wash for here. If you like make dem send you go okokomaiko!”

He hung up and turned to Chisco.

“Come, Chisco. Wetin dey do you sef? Why you come dry like this? By now you for don dey sing your masquerade music. You sure say dem no castrate you true-true?”

Chisco continued to pay attention to his task.

“Ookaaayyy! I know wetin dey do you. You don hear say that janded boy don dey bob-loko your nurse!”

Chisco glared at him but Irikefe was not done. “And I hear say you been dey nack Evae mama before Undertaker snatch am from you. Guy, e reach make you sober. Chai. Sorry ehn!”

Chisco’s heart began to beat faster and he could feel a rush of blood to his head. Then his guide spoke.

“Don’t let him wind you up. You will need his help.”

“How?” Chisco said under his breath.

“I will tell you when the time comes.”

Castro then bumbled into the backyard looking like he had just survived a motorcycle accident.

“God save you say you come.” Irikefe said. “You kuku know say no show for you tomorrow if to say you no come.”

“I know na. Nobody wicked like you. And you no even ask me wetin happen? I been tell you say I dey go Oshodi.”

“I no wan know. You too dey lie. Lazy bones. Oya begin dey wash the bedsheet make I dey wash plate,” Irikefe said.

“Which kind thing be dat na. Oya make I wash the plate. You wash the bedsheet,” Castro said.

“You dey argue with me?” irikefe said.

“No na,” Castro said and forced a grin.

“Oya begin wash the bedsheet.”

“Guy this na blackmail.”

“Okay no wash anything again. Dey go.”

“Sorry na. Boss of life! Make I go bring big bucket. I dey come.”

Castro left and returned minutes later with a big black basin.

“She go come?” Irikefe said to him.

“No be LAUTECH geh she be? She must come na.”

“Guyyy! You know say we be destiny changers now. We be like them Ben Bruce, Ebuka for Big Brother and all those film directors’ like Yul Edochie. Now all the girls for this Ghetto go dey carry our name go Shiloh so that we go make them the next Naomi Campbell!”

“Yes na. And then we go dey reap the reward for your room. Papa Efe choose good time to check out aswear!”

Both boys dissolved into fits of laughter and then Castro said ‘So how we go do am when she come?”

“We go tell am say job dey. But say we dey wait for the director to come from Ibadan so make she come chill for room.”

“Eh hen? Then what next next?”

“Then when she enter the room we go make am wait for like two hours. Then we go come go meet am say “Babe, we know you are our first model but we found some other girl more suitable for the job at hand. I’m afraid you are no longer required.”

“Then wetin go come happen?’

“She go come begin beg na! She go say. “Oh! Mr Castro please don’t do this to me. It has been my lifelong dream to go to the runway. You have brought me this far you cannot disappoint me now.”

“Me, Mr Castro!” he chuckled and said “ then wetin I go come do?”

“You go say ‘okay, I’ll talk to my boss about it but he is very stubborn. His mind is made. She go come say ‘please help me Mr Castro. I will be eternally grateful to you sir if you make this dream come true for me.”

“Then you go come tell am say ‘ok…I can help you. But if I scratch your back, you will scratch my own.”

“Eh hen!”

“Yes.”

“What if she say I don’t know what you mean by that?”

“You go come tell am say ‘you are an adult! You are a big girl. Are you not in LAUTECH? How do you make your lecturers help you?’

“Choii!”

“You go come tell am say ‘if you are ready I will go and tell my boss and he will come and meet you here. Then you go come call me.”

“Why I go come call you?”

“See this small boy o! Na you wan first fvck am?” Irikefe said. “I go come first do. When I finish I go call you.”

“Okay what about if we do at the same time?”

“You dey argue with me?”

“No.”

“Good. Oya wash bed sheet. Ewu Gambia!”

“You hear your son and his friend?” Chisco said to his guide.

“Don’t mind them. They are about to learn the lesson of their lives.”

*

Chisco walked back to his brother’s room and arranged everything in the food locker. Evae was in the corridor bathing the baby. Achike had gone to buy pap and akara for breakfast. Evae dried the baby with a white towel and carried it inside and met Chisco waiting for her.

“I wan go see your mama for hospital,” He said.

“Dem no go let you unless your brother follow you,” Evae said.

“Den tell am to follow me.”

“Your brother don dey do somehow. I know say the thing ton taya am.”

“If him love you e no go tire am.”

“My mama na problem. See dis kind disgrace!”

“No need to think about that one. You want make hin die?”

“No.”

“Then we go help am.”

“Nothing we fit do. She no dey talk. She no dey open eye.”

“Chai. I go still go see am.”

Evae balanced the baby on the bed and began to apply powder on it’s buttocks before tying its nappy and then said “you been dey sleep with am abi?”

Chisco did not answer.

“And you don begin fly.”

The spoon he held fell from his hand with a clang.

Evae eased up and looked him deeply in the eyes.

“I know. I am no different.”

“Don’t say anything” his spirit guide said. Tell her her father sends greetings from the beyond. Tell her the mission to save her was not an easy one but it was worth it because her son is beautiful.”

“Your father sends his greetings from the beyond,” Chisco said. “The mission to save you was not an easy one but it was worth it because your son is beautiful.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as Evae understood that Chisco was speaking of Papa Efe.

“Did you meet him?” Evae said.

“He is here now. Say hello.”

“Hello Papa.”

“He hears you.”

“Thank you for the sacrifice. I never thought I’ll have the chance to say this to you.”

“He said you should remember your side of the deal.”

“I understand. No more night activities. I have a family now. I have a son.”

“Good. He says you should encourage your husband to take me to see your mother.”

“Okay I will. She did this to you right? She turned you into a wizard.”

“I am told it was meant to be.”

“If papa is with you then I’m sure you do not do night activities.”

“He won’t let me.”

“Good.”

As they spoke Achike opened the door and entered. Immediately the aroma of hot akara filled the rooms.

The both returned to earth.

“You buy the akara?”

“As e dey hot!” Achike said. “Bia! Ogbu! Which one you are standing in my bedroom and whispering with my wife?”

“Darling. Bro Chisco wan go see my mama for hospital.”

Achike frowned and set the things he was carrying on top of the food locker.

“For what?”

“Make hin just go see am dear.”

Achike glared at Chisco. He knew they were sleeping together.

“You miss your girlfriend.”

“Brother.”

“There is nothing to explain. You know that is an insult. My mother in law is my mother.”

“Darling. No be the time for that kind talk be dis. Make bro Chisco go see am. Na you dem know for hospital. Abeg carry am go.”

Achike would never refuse his wife anything. Evae was his world. He looked at her clad in only a wrapper over her now bigger breasts. He thought about all those years he could only dream about a woman like her. What will he not do to keep her happy?

“Let me have this akamu first then we will go.”

Chisco nodded and turned and left the room.

“Wait outside” His Spirit guide told him. “There is something I want you to take along with you as you go to the hospital. My son will give it to you.”

“How?”

“He will go to sleep after doing his washing. After that go to him and ask him for the piece of cloth ontop of the curtain board.”

“What is in the piece of cloth?”

“We come from a family of medicine men. I saved some things. This is the only one he does not know about. He will know in his sleep this afternoon.”

“How are you sure he will sleep this afternoon?”

“What do lazy people do after they manage to wash one plate?”

Chisco chuckled and went outside. He milled around while Mr Zubi addressed Josiah about something they saw in the papers.

“Jonathan is finally going to be adopted by APC. They said he was screened via zoom. How the jagaban is going to let that happen is what I’m waiting to see.

“His aides have been denying that he has not joined the APC.”

“We shall see na. Isn’t it only a matter of days before their primaries is done?

“All these people jostling to be president, the fundamental issues is that how will this economy survive? See here…Fuel subsidy to hit 6 trillion naira in 2022 – IMF. Last year Nigeria’s total revenue was 5.something trillion. It means that all the money we earn is not even enough to subsidize petrol. They will pay salaries. They will also carry out capital expenditures – build roads schools etc. How is that possible?"

“By borrowing.”

“We are finished. This government will just continue until it is time to pack and go then the burden falls on the next government.”

Chisco noticed Irikefe returning to his room.

Irikefe stretched out on the linoleum and dosed of instantly.

Ten minutes later Chisco knocked on the door and Irikefe sprang from the floor and rushed to see who it was. When he saw Chisco he rubbed his eyes and glared at his visitor.

“Give me the cloth on top of that una curtain board.”

Irikefe took two steps back, eyes still locked with Chisco’s.

“Wait o! I see you for dream now now. My papa say make I give you the cloth.”

Chisco wore no facial expression.

“No cloth dey there. I don dey live here for twenty years now and I no see any cloth for there.”

“Okay climb up go check. If you see any cloth just give. If you no see cloth, I no go worry you.

Irikefe nodded and found a stool and climbed and ran his hand over the top of the curtain board. Surely, there was a piece of cloth there.
He handed it to Chisco and ran out of the room.

Chisco and Achike prepared to head to LASUTH just as a taxi pulled up and Mr Kingsley and Sister Esther alighted. Mr Kingsley looked like he had just lost his book of quotations. Sister Esther kept shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head. Someone asked “where are they coming from?”

“I think they went to see the Togo woman.”

No one expected Mr kingsley to give an answer when asked where they were coming from. It was Sister Esther’s bearing and hurry to get to the corridor and their room that worried everyone.

“It appears we are about to receive bad news,” someone said.


TO BE CONTINUED.

REFRESHER (Disappearing post)

Season 2 of Number 225 Katakata Street opens with the return of the tenants following the renovation of the house. The witches and wizard are now dead. Papa Efe makes sure. He spares himself so that he would help Evae (the sultry Togolese wife of Achike’s) whose womb is locked by her departed Warlock father, Agbonyibo, following Achike’s inability to pay him N1.2 million for his daughter’s hand in marriage.

Evae has passed her due date and cannot have the baby and only a fatal intervention from Papa Efe would help. This happens and the compound loses the amiable caretaker while Evae and Achike have their baby boy.

The earthbound spirit of Mama Akunna visits the compound and causes pandemonium. Agbonyibo’s wondering spirit also takes possession of new tenant Jide Falomo and rapes another new comer Inspector Akpan on the only night the officer spends as a tenant in the compound.

Irikefe is appointed Caretaker by Alhaji Sirika as a sign of goodwill to Papa Efe and in his typical swashbuckling manner; sets out to wield the big stick over the older tenants and council of elders.

He falls for Funbi, the supposed sister of Jide Falomo and decides to go home to sell the property his father bequeathed to him to be able to win his woman. He is lucky not to get the cooperation of his uncle as he returns to discover Funbi in a steamy relationship with “Brother Jide”.

Ndifreke starts a modelling agency on the advice of his older lover Elizabeth. The calamitous Irikefe and Castro are his first employees.

Ndifreke is still at odds as regards Maya. Everyone is convinced he still loves his estranged girlfriend.

Pregnant Maya Returns after things do not work out with Jonjo and rents two rooms at Number 225. She returns with a European returnee cousin, Joseph, who hits it off with the sex bomb Nurse Jo to the chagrin of Chisco whose head is turned by Evae’s slippery mother.

Chisco makes the mistake of have sex with Evae’s mum despite confirming his suspicion that she was a witch and is initiated into witchcraft. He resists and finds his way to a coven in his hometown where he is assigned a Spirit guide who turns out to be the departed Papa Efe.

Evae’s mother seduces The Undertaker and is consequently ambushed by the pregnant Sister Esther who attacks Eyonyam with a pestle that leaves her lying in a coma at LASUTH.

Iniquity and Wasiu are back from prison and are back on the mischief train. Iniquity stalks Jide who is out to reverse his sexuality and is not helped by his new lover’s fantasy of having a 3some involving the two-way Iniquity.

Will this 3some happen? What will it portend for Jide’s quest to become straight again? Will Eyonyam survive the pestle attack by Sister Esther? Will Sister Esther be a free woman when it is time for her to have her baby? Will Chisco allow Joseph and Josephine enjoy their new love after witnessing their Valentine’s day copulation as a wizard? Will Chisco succeed in his quest to live a normal life despite the supernatural abilities he now possesses? What will happen to Ndifreke and Maya? Is it really Ndifreke’s child Maya is carrying? How will the presence of the spirit of Papa Efe back in the compound affect things?

Number 225 Katakata Street is back baby!

Return episode coming tomorrow.

The new improved https://katakatastreet.com/ reopens for business later tonight. We have packaged the rest of season one into Book 3 available for sale and instant download at the site. Download Book 1 free and purchase Book 2. No better way to catch up than to buy and read mehn!

The biggest news is the availability of my second novel Cupboard of Skeletons on the site. English and Literature students tell your Profs and tell them to ring me! Hard copies coming soon.

So until tomorrow when I drop the first of many many more consistent updates, cheerio!

Centino.

Guys, I don tire to dey explain mehn! But una know say this life take style hard!

After I announced in December that I will be back this year I then thought that should I remove every encumbrance so that this time, I'll be back to stay. So I went away again to complete a novel I had been writing even before 225 Katakata Street which has always tugged at my heart even as I wrote the series. Set in the early 2000's, It's my own contribution to mainstream literature as I feel it would be impactful in the classroom. Adult classroom anyway It's all done now and so I can refocus on the series we love.

https://katakatastreet.com from where I operate these days is consequently under reconstruction and it will open with the new novel and Book 3 of 225 Katakata Street bound in one book for a small price. All episodes making up the book 3 will be removed and the series will continue with Season 2. I know I sound like a broken record but I never lied when I said this story will not end. How? It is only threatened by economics and I have never pretended about this. Still exploring means of making it viable even though I put a donate button on the site so that all those öh-Centino-you-are-so-good-let-me-bless-you people can stop making mouth and go and prove themselves Many do and I appreciate. Please find that button when the site reopens.

So guys, Yes I'm coming back. You will get the opportunity to see something else I've done, the novel titled "Cupboard of Skeletons" and then our inimitable and abiding Number 225 Katakata Street weekly as we are used to. I'm thinking different things as well which you'll get to know with time.

See you around.

nnamdiosu:
I had a dream guys.

I just hope it comes to pass.

See this wizard

ikbnice:
I don miss katakatastreet so much. Even if na one post per month. At all at all na him bad

Noted. Announcement following.

Bukolaberry:
Mazi centino

Nne

Rick9:
Centino if you get to see this, we need you back and I hope all is well with you.

All is well Rick9. Thanks for the thought.

idpompe:
Remembering Centino.
Baba please drop one espisod once in a while.
Your story indeed heals my soul.

Noted

EkopSparoAyara:



Centino Baba,so good to hear from you again..

I just came back from asylum,lol..

I feel really good coming back to get this kind of announcement from you..

EkopSparoAyara is back..

Guy, welcome back. If your own na asylym my own na rehab

Bonimoney:
Dear Centino, i 've read alot of novels and stories but believe me when i say you're second to NONE.

I know the situation of this country how man needs to earn a living but pls why not give us date that you will continue this story to avoid us visiting always.

Even just 1 episode in a week Will be appreciated.
Pls nd pls

One episode a week ooooo!

I no go hear "Centino be consistent" and all that kind grammar.

Okay I go include am for my new year resolution.

Merry Christmas folks.

NamelessOGBENI:

That 'could' is what I want to understand....

If you don't mind life without the encumbrances of the flesh you'd damn well enjoy it I'm sure. Some can't think of existence without it. Na why I say could. We get to respect those wey no wan reason am

Apparently many didn't get it when I said I was ending the story as we know it. I surprise to see say dem still dey ask where is Centino. I been don japa na

If y'all won't be offended say I dey do off and on I can return and continue. I no mind say una no gree donate change for odeku and nkwobi for me. I enjoy writing my story. And writing it now without infusing real time events and rushing to finish it isn't so exciting. The only thing be say when alarm too much I dey run go help myself from time to time and some people no dey find am funny. Whilst it is still free and a past time for me if una go dey patient we for still dey rough am dey go. I still maintain say tori full ground.

Anyway, I been just wan allay any fears say i don mud.

TeeFriz:


Nigerians and "I am entitled to my opinion", that was extreme!

My readers understand say this death thing no be the way we dey see am. So let's be calming down. Death here simply means birth into the beyond. May not be the worst thing to happen to one. You just continue elsewhere. Could even be a better place sef. Where dem no dey take light

gidob:


Nigerians and letting their emotions lead them.
How did he wish him death?

Truly he didn't wish me death. He just wondered if I took off

TeeFriz:


You are evil and what you wish on others will befall you.


What if icekidmuktar is dead

Lol. No biggie man. Truly men dey quench anyhow nowadays. But I still dey.

@icekidmuktar

i never die joor

dinodesmond:
I hope centino is fine wherever he is.

I dey kampe my guy.

[quote author=unitysheart post=102386304]Walahi if to say Centino give us update we for dey read many things about the state of our country from that update now. I miss your posts Centino.

Chai

Ann2012:
Whichever way boss, we enjoyed the story
We’re definitely going to miss Katakata street

Thanks so much for the knowledge shared

Thanks, Ann2012 but I've not gone yet o. Working on the concluding parts of it. There's still a lot to tell there. Only that this time when I'm done, y'all are going to part with a token to get the full season

You don't want to miss the conclusion of 225 Katakata Street.

So, not yet goodbye

Still writing.

pablobellins:
Wow bro, @Centino. This is a lot to take in.

Now you talked about fear, is it me that didn't know am goin to be harmed that will be scared?

Like how I am supposed to be afraid when I know nothing about whats coming my way.

Let use a typical Nollywood script for instance here sir.

For some reason your neighbor who you had little misunderstanding with is a witch(but oblivious to u) that is unforgiving, but for your mind the matter don die down. So, you wouldn't b afraid of her cos u don't know who she is and what she can do. Yet this girl table ur matter for the next meeting.

Will this kind of person get hurt or not? Don't forget this guy doesn't know d girl identity, hence no reason to b afraid.

me that get pressed at night while numb at the same time, I hv no idea of who this might be, talkless of bn scared of the person so you see... Pls just tell me this whole thing is complicated and no human can fully wrap his head around it.

Am concerned about this topic slot sir.

Pls shed more light if you can

I PRAY GOD INCREASE YOUR KNOWLEDGE & UNDERSTAND

Broadly speaking, if you don't know and you are not afraid you will not be harmed. At the same time, with spiritual matters, ignorance is not bliss. People owe it to themselves to seek spiritual knowledge and have a good standing on the earth.

You are still being pressed because even if you do not know, you do have vulnerable moments - when drunk, when lustful, when harboring hate or malice, when angry, when envious - all states of being that can leave you open even though a lack of fear will help cushion the blows you receive.

If you are not afraid because you are ignorant, there is nothing to celebrate there. Chances are that when you know, being hateful and spiteful makes you a candidate for fear.

Please do not feel overwhelmed. It is really simple. We only need to live simply and have love as our guiding torch and you will see how comical these things we pay too much attention to really are.

Seek knowledge. Live simply. Forgive. Love. And you don't have a damn thing to worry about.

pablobellins:
Centino... Am confused. Or maybe u r the one contradicting yourself.

You are trying to make us believe that witches and wizard has no power over us, that they can physically hurt us. now you are making I bold

Still you, u said, they destroy marriages and destinies and even bring up the name of people they want to kill or deal with during their meetings. Now I am worried

So what then do you mean, when you say they can't physically hurt us? If they can't slap us in broad daylight, shouldn't we be concerned about what they can do at night? And I haven't even talked about the sex and pressing they often do at nite.


So pls, before u take your final leave, discuss on this.

God Bless Centino

Alright I'll answer this.

Maybe I should have more appropriately said they SHOULD NOT be able to harm us because really they do. They do because we allow them to. Awa pipo too dey fear! Fear makes us vulnerable. They create situations to scare the sh*t out of us and then they strike. On this earth, human beings have dominion, are stronger, because we have the advantage of the physical body covering our souls. And there is also our minds and our spirits. Very aware people never have to worry about these things. They just go about their lives and any arrows thrown at them just fall off like say nothing dey happen. You often hear of people who never get affected by jazz and the like. Typical examples are foreigners - white people (in my experience) who come here and our people throw all sorts at them and they remain unscathed. You know why? It's because they don't believe in those things, they are not afraid of them, if you send them a witch in the form of an owl or a pussycat they will turn them into pets and play with them. There are equally aware Africans like that too. The best part is that you do not even need to be religious to be so protected. The dominion has been given to us already from the beginning. If we knew how strong we really were, witches and wizards would be out of business. The thing simply is that we should FEAR NOT!

But, like Mr Cosmas said, let small breeze blow now you will see people shouting "blood of Jesus" and guzzling olive oil without any conviction. They are so scared that even if the Jesus came down to save them they would japa.

So that's it. They harm us. They shouldn't.

CONCLUSION COMING

When I returned to this story last month I told myself that if I ever needed to go away again I would end the story. It has come to that folks. I have to admit that I cannot anymore give the consistency writing this story the way I’m doing now requires so I will do the next best thing which is to conclude it and make a composite volume available on the site for sale.

The reason I always said the story would never end was that I knew that so long as there was current affairs and Mr Cosmas was still a character there would always be something to tell. But the demands of everyday life plus a genuine desire to do something different have now combined to bring about this decision to put paid to Number 225.

On my site I will keep the council of elders alive and create a platform for Mr Cosmas to continue to express his views.

So on to the next chapter we move.



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[quote author=RealLordZeus post=99568665]@centino, edit the published date on the "Chisck in the coven" to send it below the recent post[/quote

Done so thanks. Hosting problems so had to repost.

Kaycee9242:


Centino pls which days should we be expecting updates?

I would much like it to be random so people don't only visit my page on specific days. But I'm hardwired for Wednesdays and Sundays. If I miss any of those days then expect it the following day.

Bukolaberry:
(THE IDIOTS DON'T KNOW HOW POWERFUL THEY ARE ON EARTH) please more insight on this, Welcome back.

Keep reading. In the next episode or the one after.

Abiajiga:
long time my people. Cant beliv am still here. Cent how u dey. Mehn, cant biliv life, seeked n got permision to screen 225 from Centino. Started buildin bugdet, even got a pro in scripting who charged 50k after seein part one. All of a suden things went south for me. As in i no fit even get means to cut my hair to look tidy atleast for the festive.(smiling n smh)* have started n finished it twice. Bt we must move. 225 will see cinimas!!!

Call me, man.