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Generalwoodz:
This OP wants to waste his Oluwa given sperm on people that won't appreciate it... Why not pour it into the sea? Yes. If you develop the habit of dumping your daily release of sperm Into the water bodies, the daughters of the sea and oceans, the mermaids of the 7seas would bless and replenish you in unimaginable and unquantifiable ways.

The Atlantic ocean for example is in high need of sperm donors from young NIGERIAN men like you.
Instead of wasting it on one mumu case study, deposit it into the sea.

The mermaids have so many eggs but very few men to fertilize them... Alaye, the information I gave is gold use it wisely.

I'll be right back to share my testimony with you all. Stay tuned

I'm back...I am a freelancer hopping from one site to another to see if I could get my feet wet and a break-in. I've pitched a lot, dropped a lot of proposals, and chased a lot of gigs but nothing.
These clients would always ghost me and take to their heels whenever our flag, the Nigerian green, and white color flashes.

I denied Nigeria and shifted to being a South African online. At first, it looked like things gonna change for good, but it was short-lived like the ogbanje children of the Olden Days. I only got meager 10$,5$,15$ and at most 50$ gig.

I wanted more cause I got bills to take care of.

I asked people around my circle for help because I was gradually losing it and getting frustrated by the day. The came through for me and listed different ways one could make big money on foreign sites as a Nigerian and flying the Nigerian flag.

One of the ways; visiting a Babalawo.

Made the 4hrs trip to the Babalawo's local government in Akwa Ibom, and narrated my ordeals. He was happy to render help.
Because from the looks of things my hustle seems legit, unlike the gee boys that visited his shrine in the past.

Babalawo had mapped out plans for me. Not one, not two but three options. He explained their implications, rules, what, and whatnot and said I should go ahead and select the one that is the best fit for me.

The other two have to do with me spilling blood. Not humans but animals like cows, chickens, monkeys, and goats.

They seemed all diabolical and all-around fetish and I didn't want that.
I took a heavy breath and dreamily went for what I'd call THE SPERM WAY.
Babalawo briefed me on the full instructions and gave me fresh new calabash adorned with white, black, and red pieces of rags. There were also eagle feathers.

I listened with rap attention but had dint of doubt hovering like dark clouds on my mind.

For instance, this Babalawo is one-eyed, heavily bearded, and looks all around unkempt. His shrine too wasn't exempted.

My fears, how could someone like this help me bang more dollars?

Nonetheless, I stretched out my hands and collected what I'd call "working tools" and ventured back home.

Before stepping out of his enclave, he strictly instructed I should not talk or reply when been spoken to. In other words, I should act dumb.

That 4hrs journey back was hell! I couldn't talk because he said things won't work as planned if I did...I couldn't even collect the phone number of the gorgeous heavily breasted, caramel, and hourglass lady that sat next to me. I managed the dumb trip and made it home safely. Deaf and dumb pass through hell I could relate. Before I could enter that bus, I had to wobbly scrib words into a rough paper and give the driver to read.

Got home and awaited for Sunday morning like the Babalawo instructed which speedily came like the breeze. I shunned church activities, went ahead to carry out THE SPERM WAY libations in the best possible way because I desired greater outcomes.

I did it in a sea in Akwa Ibom.

I barely sent 10 proposals when I got a client from Cincinnati willing to pay me 500$ for a gig that took me only 3days to complete.

The Joy was massive. The feeling was breathtaking and anybody that saw me that particular week was sure to notice the glow in their eyes. Money is a spirit.

That was how my winnings started. Jobs on Jobs. Booked like I'm a Haldely chase of some sort. Success was my new name. There was this particular week I onboarded 1500$ client, I was quite overboard with joy which made me head over to the club later in the Saturday evening to celebrate.

The late time I clubbed like that was when the girl I was chyking, who was forming hard to get got impregnated by the Hausa man selling suya down the street. Mai suya said he must Marry her because he loved her.

I took two call girls home that very day. I was visibly drunk. Bleeped them like a wounded Samaritan lion, and had multiple hearty reliving thick cums.

Tired AF. I slept off with relief painted on my sweaty face. Woked up to realize that I couldn't produce enough sperm for the libations into the Sea. It was funny.

What's funny here is that all this while I noticed that when I go with thick sperm, there'd be good fantastic client overflow, and when it's watery stupid, low paying client rears their ugly head. And this particular morning wasn't near to watery sef! There was entirely no more sperm in my tank.