Charsu: The information came from a reliable source during a toolbox meeting I attended in Escravos. Initially, many in-house operators (under contract) were not invited to the first test, which led to protests. As a result, the first test was canceled, and a new invitation was issued, extending to a larger number of people than the first.
Na those contractors dere go later staff na, because the test carry weight
Excellent555: I belief that people who have experience in oil industries will pass the test easily because they are experience questions.. But you see people like us, we Don commot mind
Exactly, the test is a big bomb for me ooo. I was just ticking anything
Sex is over rated ooo, after person cum. He/ she eyes go clear. I happens to feel down after Cumming. If I still dae gyrate ontop woman again ehn, it just for exercise and nothing more. So by that time, if she said am tired ehn. I will just pull off and relax.
I am just and ordinary industrial engineer, I should just put it in a lame man way ( ordinary maintenance personnel). Abeg make una tell me wetin I do this chevron people 😁😁😁😁. The question nearly kill my appetite. Yeee. I don leave the role for una war sabi book 🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️
Femi felt a weight settle deep in his chest. He had spent years blaming Amoke’s family, convinced that some dark force was behind his suffering. But now, as he stood before her, hearing her words, another terrifying thought crept into his mind.
Had he done this to himself?
Amoke studied him with an unsettling calmness. There were no tears, no anger—just a quiet certainty that unnerved him.
"You thought you could use me, leave, and live happily ever after?" she asked.
Femi swallowed hard. "Amoke, I—"
"Stop." Her voice was sharp, cutting through his excuses like a blade. "You don’t get to explain. You don’t get to beg. You had years to come back. Years to do the right thing. But you never did. You only came because you’re suffering."
Femi clenched his fists. He wanted to argue, to tell her he had regretted his actions, but the truth was, she was right.
Lanre and Shola stood nearby, silent. This was Femi’s battle now.
Amoke took a deep breath and spoke the words that made his stomach drop.
"You can never be happy again, Femi. You will never find love. No woman will ever stay with you. And not because of a spell—" she leaned in slightly—"but because you destroyed something pure. And now, the universe is returning the favor."
Femi's hands trembled. "Then tell me," he said, desperation creeping into his voice, "how do I fix this?"
For the first time, Amoke hesitated. She glanced toward her mother, who was still watching from a distance. Then, slowly, she turned back to him.
"There’s only one way," she said.
Femi’s heart pounded. "Tell me."
Amoke’s next words nearly knocked the air out of his lungs.
"You have to marry me."
Femi staggered back. "What?"
Amoke’s face remained unreadable. "The only way for you to break free from your misery is to honor the promise you made. You wanted me to be your wife? Then be my husband. Stay here. In the village. With me."
Femi’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. This wasn’t what he had expected. He had come hoping for a quick solution, a ritual, a prayer—anything but this.
His mind screamed at him to refuse, to run. But then he remembered the years of loneliness, the disgust in every woman’s eyes, the way they recoiled from him like he was cursed.
Would he rather live a life where no woman could ever love him?
Or stay in the village and accept his fate?
Amoke took a step closer. "This is your only chance, Femi. What will you do?"
Femi’s vision blurred, his world spinning.
This was it. The price of his deception. And he had to decide if he was willing to pay it. hapter Fourteen: The Only Way Out
Femi felt a weight settle deep in his chest. He had spent years blaming Amoke’s family, convinced that some dark force was behind his suffering. But now, as he stood before her, hearing her words, another terrifying thought crept into his mind.
Had he done this to himself?
Amoke studied him with an unsettling calmness. There were no tears, no anger—just a quiet certainty that unnerved him.
"You thought you could use me, leave, and live happily ever after?" she asked.
Femi swallowed hard. "Amoke, I—"
"Stop." Her voice was sharp, cutting through his excuses like a blade. "You don’t get to explain. You don’t get to beg. You had years to come back. Years to do the right thing. But you never did. You only came because you’re suffering."
Femi clenched his fists. He wanted to argue, to tell her he had regretted his actions, but the truth was, she was right.
Lanre and Shola stood nearby, silent. This was Femi’s battle now.
Amoke took a deep breath and spoke the words that made his stomach drop.
"You can never be happy again, Femi. You will never find love. No woman will ever stay with you. And not because of a spell—" she leaned in slightly—"but because you destroyed something pure. And now, the universe is returning the favor."
Femi's hands trembled. "Then tell me," he said, desperation creeping into his voice, "how do I fix this?"
For the first time, Amoke hesitated. She glanced toward her mother, who was still watching from a distance. Then, slowly, she turned back to him.
"There’s only one way," she said.
Femi’s heart pounded. "Tell me."
Amoke’s next words nearly knocked the air out of his lungs.
"You have to marry me."
Femi staggered back. "What?"
Amoke’s face remained unreadable. "The only way for you to break free from your misery is to honor the promise you made. You wanted me to be your wife? Then be my husband. Stay here. In the village. With me."
Femi’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. This wasn’t what he had expected. He had come hoping for a quick solution, a ritual, a prayer—anything but this.
His mind screamed at him to refuse, to run. But then he remembered the years of loneliness, the disgust in every woman’s eyes, the way they recoiled from him like he was cursed.
Would he rather live a life where no woman could ever love him?
Or stay in the village and accept his fate?
Amoke took a step closer. "This is your only chance, Femi. What will you do?"
Femi’s vision blurred, his world spinning.
This was it. The price of his deception. And he had to decide if he was willing to pay it.
Kudooski: Chapter Eleven: The Price of His Betrayal
Femi’s throat went dry as he faced Amoke’s mother. She didn’t look surprised to see him—if anything, she looked… amused.
Lanre and Shola shifted uneasily beside him, sensing the heavy tension in the air.
“We knew you would come back, Femi,” the woman repeated, tilting her head slightly. “Did you think you could run forever?”
Femi swallowed hard. He hadn’t even seen Amoke yet, and already, it felt like the village was closing in on him.
“I—I came to apologize,” he managed to say, his voice lacking the usual confidence he once carried.
Amoke’s mother chuckled. “Apologize?” She took a slow step forward. “And what do you expect that will change?”
Femi glanced around. The villagers were watching from a distance, whispering among themselves. He felt like an outsider—like a man who had walked straight into a trap.
“I just want to speak to Amoke,” he said, forcing himself to stand tall.
For the first time, something flickered in the woman’s eyes. A challenge.
“She is inside,” she said, gesturing toward their small compound. “Go and face what you have done.”
Femi hesitated. His hands felt clammy, his legs heavier than they should be.
Lanre patted his back. “You have to do this.”
Femi nodded and took a deep breath before stepping inside the compound.
The small hut he had once walked Amoke to, the same place where she had blushed under her mother’s teasing—it all felt unfamiliar now. Darker.
And then, he saw her.
Amoke sat on a wooden stool under the shade of a tree, peeling cassava. She looked… different. Her once vibrant eyes were dull, her face void of the innocence he remembered.
Femi’s heart clenched.
She lifted her head and locked eyes with him.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, she let out a soft, humorless laugh. “So, the great Femi has returned.”
Femi flinched at the sharpness in her voice.
“Amoke, I—”
She held up a hand. “Don’t,” she said coldly. “Don’t waste your breath.”
Femi felt his chest tighten. He had prepared to see her cry, to hear her yell at him. But this? This quiet, deadened version of Amoke was worse than anything he had imagined.
“I never meant to hurt you,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.
Amoke stared at him for a long moment before shaking her head. “Lies,” she whispered. “That’s all you ever had for me.”
Femi clenched his fists. “Please, just tell me… is it true? Did your mother—” He hesitated. “Did she do something to me?”
For the first time, Amoke smiled. But it was not a smile of happiness—it was a smile of knowing.
“My mother?” she repeated. “Femi, do you think my mother needed to do anything to you?”
Femi frowned. “What do you mean?”
Amoke stood slowly, stepping toward him. When she spoke, her words sent a chill down his spine.
“Some betrayals do not need spells to haunt you. Sometimes, the universe simply takes care of its own.”
Femi’s breath caught in his throat.
Had he really cursed himself?
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