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Before the end of the day, i got more intel about Ikenna, in our free class period which was the last class of the day, me and iKenna spoke extensively, i asked about his name, and he said he liked it not like anything was attached to it as he was no rapper or singer but would like to finish school and do business but for the time being, he liked the fancy nickname he carved on his note book. His daddy? A free minded but very busy person, rich, richer than my Dad from the look of things. Ikenna’s Dad proveided everything he wanted, from money to gifts and device gifts and etc. his mum, a pharmacist who worked at luth and operated a pharmacy in the heart of lagos, a pharmacy where business was moving.. his mum was a very busy person too.. Ikenna is their only child and he claimed they always claimed to be making more money and putting certain things in place for their future hence why they cannot be home all the time and for everytime Ik cited a case of his both parents been so busy and doesn’t make time for him, they apologize and give him more money and still nothing changes. They were just lucky that Ik was a cool calm and collected dude.. how he remained grounded despite having all that freedom, time and money could be applauded. Closing bell rang, i grabbed my bag, he grabbed his and we both went outside.. my Daddy and his big head and pot belly was waiting to collect my sister and I understood that if i was s minute late to the car after my sist, I’d trekk home.. i was heading for the gate, ikenna then dragged me back and said he wanted to have some fun after school as he’d promised to buy chicken wings and iced cream at the eatery that was at the junction that led to our school and also he’d like to pick up food supplies for his two Caucasian puppies at home and if i wasn’t really really in a hurry, he’d love to take me to a studio and see if we could book a session for the next day which was Saturday.

At the mentioning of Studio, my mind traveled like i had just swallowed a darrned time machine and i forgot completely about mi Dad and his waiting big Toyota Jeep. I just went of course like that at the mention if studio i would have changed my mind and gone to the waiting car because i saw my sister from across the football field that me and Ik were hanging out drinking chilled fanta directly from the bottle at the shed.. my sister’s walking from my calculations, pa had sent her to go look for me as as i envisioned, she’d gotten to the car before me.. i almost quit on the fanta but Ikenna would be my first shot at recording one of the songs i jotted away in my long note. In a minute, I discarded all the would be consequences my actions would drag to me.. at that point, i thought Pa could go to hell,

“With your sister??”

A softer mind asked my vexed mind

‘Yes absolutely’

Praise Da Lord!!
The whole church at that moment stooped looking up at God in that moment of signs snd wonder. But they focused their attention on me and looked in awe.

Me:
This is thenLords doing. Hehehehehheehheheheheheheehheheheehehehhe
Woman i say walk, jump, roll, dance, the King fo Kings has healed you today…

Le sharababa sanmboribobo rhamani Jhago
Mutuli sandaka simorantoni eloh eloh maradonani

I touch the womans husband on his head, he falls yakata to the floor, he himself thinks he’s fallen under the anointing. But my touch had been infused with temporary dizziness that ran at a timeout. Na work wey i don do for my handkerchief because i had no time to be delaying. I’d touch my handkerchief, then anyone i touch your papa must fall..

People want signs and wonders. E plenty for my arsenal yakata.

And because of these miraculous works, church respected me alot and whenever i preached, they always paid rapt attention.
Now one of the things that made my chirch more interesting was the way i preached and interpreted the word of God with the use of slangs and vulgar words. And that in itself was a different controversial topic.



Me:
Nigha, you have to stay guided.. you have to be steadfast in these thing,

Be stead fast in your prayers
In your faith,
In your Christian life

As well as you need to be watchful.
Ehn ehn, the world doesn’t like you
Ehn ehn, they world aint give a shit about you.
From the day you were born,
Everyone be out to get you so you have to be watchful
In your homes, with friends, in your family, in your buisness, among work associates and whatever connection that takes you from point a to point b.

Imagine, Even Judas had to sell Jesus out.
Inagine, that niggar get mind..

The werey dey carry father Jesus trabaiye wtf??
Judas iscariot don go smoke Egyptian iggboo.. if not
How person go carry savior sell?? Na saviour cheap like that??

(Church erupted into laughter)

No seriously.

(I then walked from the area of the altar that i stood and went to one woman who always sat elegantly in the front.. (the richest in the church currently)

Abi mummy, shebi yo u read that part in your bible right??

(She gestures okay by nodding her head in a rhtymic way as response chai rich people)

Peter!!!!!! Even Peter sef done smoke mkpulumiri, the werey tokk say Him no dey hang with the saviour 3 fucking times.. ajeh.. Jesus try chai..

At the shed, we settled down for rice beef and soda drinks to wash the mash down. We ate in silence and as soon as we were done and he paid the bill, we still had extra times on out hand. So we moved from the shed to the school field where some boys were battling it out in a game of soccer and the game play was so rough that i had to scan the area to see if an oyinbo had came to pick talents inside the school hence the seriousness and the intensity. Me and Ike, we found space to sit and then we got talking..

I thanked him for the meal, he says its nothing, he asks me why what Bhadguy Armani meant, i explain to him that i love music and it has been a life long ambition even though I haven’t recorded any song because my dad must hear that i went to the studio or i left the house or anything closer to but i believe in myself and my flows i even buttress my story by saying, i still didn’t know what I’d do after our waec as I didn’t think I’d be able to push school more than the last class in senior secondary school so i can focus on the music thing..

Me:
If i go to bed at night, music be the last thing on my mind and when i wake up, its the first thing that envelopes my mind.

Ik:
Really? Like seriously? Before i say anything, but whats holding you back??

Me:
My old man bro, he dislikes me and my attitude to school work, and there’s the problem of school. Its just not my thing. I just want to make music so important.

Ik:
You’ve been stressing this music thing, what are you? A rapper or a singer?

Me:
I’m a mix of both, rapper wey dey sing song..

Ik:
Hmm wild!!
Okay, show me what you got,
Throw me a line or two.

Me:
Like a freestyle??

Ik:
Ehn ehn na.

Me:
Okay.
(Clears throat)

Ik:
(Cuts in)
Sing about love, like you love a girl and she’s playing hard to get. You know that perruzi song for your pocket?? I love that song. Now recreate something like that lets see..

Me:
Okay.

I love you, i need you. I want you,
No dey gara no dey do yanga
You dey pretend, you dey do like you no see me
You dey pretend you dey do like you no send me
O baby no dey pretend
You dey do like you no see me
You dey pretend
You dey do like you no send me but you send me gan gan

O baby calm down no dey feel highrayy shebi na because of you me i leave shade,
You come dey mess with my heart today
Abeg girlie make you stop the play eh
Our love go dey manifest o
I no go fear i go talk am like a manifestooo
O vickky stop say no dey vex o
You see Armani better pass your guys oo
Me say calm down make i word you you see
All dem other guys wanna rob you ni o
And if them rob you dem go mock you
A that time highness go clear for your eyes

Me say calm down make i word you you see
All dem other guys wanna rob you ni o
And if them rob you dem go mock you
A that time highness go clear for your eyes.

She said are you ready ooo
This kain girl make me loose control
She say she gon chop my money like I’m Davido
When she know say me i know be O.B.O
Shey you know!!




I finally stopped to look at kev and he looked like he was enjoying my little afro pop freestyle even without a beat then he spoke.


Ik:
Wooooooooow guy!!!! Damnn.
I swear, you need to record this shiiii.
How come you’ve never recorded a thing in your life??

Me:
I told you, my Dad hates me and doesn’t even give me money. Infact, i dare not leave the house at noon.
He still thinks I’m a kid.. and I’m scared shit of him for reals.

IK:
Wow.
Really?

Me:
Yeah.

Ik:
Come on now don’t be sad.. i got you.. i like your voice and how you gave me a song that sounded so nice for a freestyle and without beats. Don’t worry, lets see how it goes, i got savings that i can explore.and….

(Bell rings)
Break time comes to an end..

Me:
Bro, lets rush, Mr Obi would start flogging students if they remained outside classes for 3 minutes after the bell goes off. The punishment is what we should try to avoid.

Ik gets the message, then he gets up immediately after and we ran side by side to the part of the school our class was located.

A start of the new Skoo

Husband runs along to the fine altar area, i look at him, and i ask him

Me:
Where’s your mother?

Husband:
She’s in the village

Me:
I’m going to heal your wife, but bring your mother to the church!!! The Holy Soirits wsnts to have an encounter with her. Do you hear me??

Husband:
Yes pastor, thank you Daddy.

Me:
(Facing the woman)
Le shakiobobo manduzick mack zukaberg,
Elo Elo shinndara Banto linka
I command every stagnant demon in you life to leave and be cast into pigs. As it is written in Matthew 8:28-34) He said to them, “Go!” So the demons came out and went into the pigs, and whole herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and died. I command ye spirit of stagnancy this very moment, come out and go look for a herd of sheep so that you may posses them and have them die in the steep bank of the lake. Then in my mind i backed it up with one of the brotherhood lines that processed ever command you gave.

All these while, the whole chirch had been silent and they all gave rapt attention to the miracle.. the church, a circus, myself, ring master.. the lady who needed miracle and her husband , circus animals for experimenting. Pepl in the church wnted to see signs, but i will make sure they get wonders as an extra package.


So at that point, thoughts in my mind while i was speaking to the demon:

Abawon ni ti esu. I then did an awkward dance around the said woman and gave her one hot slap on the neck.. wahii. She crashed on the floor as the slap was too sudden to her. One minute she laid there immobile. Then i touched her on the fore head and she came to life again. And this time Walk!! I said and walk she did!! Church went into a frenzy..

Bukolaberry:
dear dodo peperempe tomorrow is my birthday o please I need enough update. either on this or pastor matter I no mind., thanks in anticipation.

Nothing much happened between me and Ikenna and i gave him the body language that decipts: because you’ve saved me now and we’re seat partners didn’t mean we are friends and He obviously got the message or probably to say he was too busy as unlike me, he copied all the notes na.. new comer wey hust come overtake class dey answer questions. Before break time, all the teachs that came to our class had fallen in love with him (stupid asslickers). But that wasn’t my problem anyway. Break-time, as usual i had no pocket cash as mu dad didn’t give me pocket change for break time munchies at school but he’d give my sister who will now in turn give me a cut out of hers (pman must not get wind of it). Ikenna asked me if i was hungry and that he’d like us to go snakin at the shed. School canteen. In my school, we always referred to it as ‘shed’ ‘no cash’ i replied him. ‘Lets go, i got you’ he shot back. I hesitated for a bit and i was seriously considering his offer. At school I’ve never had friends as i had that low self esteem because of how the teachers portrayed me to the other students. Or the assembly disgrace my Dad gave me the last time he visited my school and had me read my lyric jottings to the whole school. The other students saw me as a joke.. and my position in the clas too end of the term nothing to email home about. But here was Ikenna, a complete opposite of who they thought i was, asking to take me on a break time date no homo.

My mum always asked me why I didn’t have any friends and even friends from school.. I’d tell her, I wasn’t built for friendship. And me and her would argue about it and she’d always say,

“There’s someone out there who’s been destined to be your real friend, your ride or die, a brother from another mother. You guy’s just haven’t met yet. Funny enough, he might be somewhere giving the same excuse as you’ve given too. But i assure you, fate will bring you guys together if at all”.

But me, I’d just downplay the topic change it. Shey na IK? Time would tell eventually I thought.

Okay lets go I said and off we went to the shed.

Bukolaberry:
dear dodo peperempe tomorrow is my birthday o please I need enough update. either on this or pastor matter I no mind., thanks in anticipation.

Happy birthday in adv and I got you.. be sure to wake up to updates on both thread.

More life.. Enjoy

Twelvedemon12:
Dodoatirice Baba you da always deliver


Twale

Evening Baba

Gadafii:
Everything u narrated in the live of a broke Yahoo oy is almost 100 real, like you had the first hand experience and survived it, now this

Your imagination is wild and sharp, keep it up brother, you are doing well, smoke some parcel of Canadian loud in my name comrade

Haha thanks and for sure

Bukolaberry:
yes o my dodo peperempe, here we are again, I dey feel you, upon say you no mention am I no vex o.

No vex jarey everything rushed.

I go mention you for this next update wey i wan drop pepe

Miraculously, Mr Jam asked me to sit down as he didn’t have my time or strength that morning so to say. Then the nee signing in my class (ik), i was taking time to soak it in, as i have been without a sitting partner in my class from time immemorial because i was seen like an outcast or a put away all together and the teachers didn’t want me to infect other kids with my non chalalant and lazy attitude to schoolwork and here was a guy about my own age and height sitted fittingly at my desk.. now the problem i had with this guy is, he seemed to take too much room and space and I didn’t like that. (Fat bitchhhhh) i cursed in my heart. But he just sat there unperturbed about me or my presence and as soon as he maintained side of the desk and seat and not poke nose into whatever i did then we no go fight. He’d bring out a long note from his bag and i saw the inscription just like i have in my note

Name: Ikenna (Ik Blingz)
Class: nill
Subject: Nill
Date: Lovely date!

Oh so he’s copied my style too?? Mr Jam threw a question to the whole class and everybody went numb. Nobody raised hands..

He repeated his question again:

Mr Jam:
The opportunity cost of an increase in economic growth is _______

Class:
(Slight murmurings, no result)
Quiet.

I said a silent prayer in my mind like “dear God, let one oversabi busybody student answer this question naaa or this man go remember say i dey owe am assignment e go come beat me join the question wey we no fit answer. But our God be listening alot.


“reduction in the level of investment spending”

Wait that was new, i looked to my side and Ikenna was the one that shot the answer to Mr jam.


Mr Jam:
Oh so new student that wasn’t here lastweek when i taught you guys?? I even asked if you guys understood and all of you nodded in the affirmative. So a newcomer for that matter. (Faces IK) Brilliant!! Its only you i can spare.. the rest, fall on a single file to the school football field….

Ikenna:
(cuts in)
Spare the class sir,

Mr Jam:
My decision is final and irrevocable but you can save one person.

Ik Blingz:
(Bleep the hoes)
Save my sit partner sir!



Mr Jam had that “God save you look, it was written all over his face. If not for IK, he’d gave doubled my whooping that morning. Even at that, i still cursed the boy in my heart “pele mr professor eyan Jesu”

cassbeat:
I've never commented on your stories before cos I'm just a silent follower... but this one had to draw me out...

Guy no cap you are good..... Too good

Thanks boss and “just wait for it”

Ikennna Aka.. IK Blingz.

Now I’m sitted in my classroom, waiting for other students to arrive. My Pa never joked with time and keeping to it.. and he made sure he dropped me and my other sister in school as early as possible with his big jeep. Classes hasn’t started and i knew i was in deep shit as my business assignment remained undid and it is the first subject of the day today in my class. Assembly in my school went as always planned usually and classes started for the day. My teach came into the class and asked everyone to submit their assignments and he collected it by calling out individual names so you hear your name, just drag yourself to the front of the class along with your assignment subjectively and submit it. Same ild story the moment Mr Jam called my name. My excuse was, i forgot my assignment at home. He then asked me to remain standing. The other heads in the class went ahead and submitted their notes and i was waiting for a verdict. A verdict of flogging. But i was destined to escape Mr Jams lashes that morning because of a new student the principal brought to my class.

Note: (everytime i got beat by my teachers, i dare not go home and tell my Pa. as he himself had gone to my school at a time like that and asked them to beat the hell out of me if i fail to copy notes or pay attention to schoolwork).

Principal looked around the class, saw me standing and didn’t even bother to ask what i did because in a list of options in his head, he already knew whatever it was that made Jam ask me to stand. Another thing was, i had no sot partner and the new student needed a desk. So Principal Obi asked Ikenna, the new guy to manage with me temporarily as he would find a fix to who he was gonna be sitting with and wouldn’t let him hang with me for long as i was very unserious and might be contagious until proven otherwise.

First Sunday Service in the Nee Church Building
Church service in session:

Choir:

BabaGod, I believe you, i beleive everything wey you say, as you talk am o, you go do am o Baba God I beleive you.

Nobody fit big like my Godiiio
Nobody fit be like my Godiio
Nobody pass my Goddio
Nobody fit cheat my Godio

Oya sarewagbor let me show you,
If you never know make i yarn you,
Oba ni m ijo ota mi’ngbe mu
Bimoshen mujo mi o memu.

Everyday all the way i give praise to the lord
God e dey e noor dey fail his blessings no dey late i oo

Ma joo mayoor majoo this na gospel vibes

Ah emi koor olorun ni oooo


So the lead choir led the praise songs, big man songs, songs that were soft to move to in a rhythmic no stress way, sons that were not too hard on the rich people that lined up in the front seats of the such so they could see the swagger Boi pastor. Abi dem dey wyne. From outside the church building, i swear you gon thing, they played songs from an mp3 cd. My type of church. The keeper is here. Codedly, i even added “the keeper” under my name.

Pastor James
Genersal Overseer
A.k.a
The Keeper.

So my church too referred to me as the keeper as, if someone was sick and they brought him before me, they’ll say, Papa, (young boi naim dem dey call papa lol)

So

“Papa, this woman has been chair ridden for 8 years, she can’t walk and can’t seem to stand on her legs.

They bring the woman before me, i look her in the eyes from where I’m standing, i act like I’m very serious and kinda concerned. They put a mic to her mouth, and i ask her:

Pst James Aka the keeper:
Woman!!! (Then i tell a lie because why, i know i have the powers to make her walk. But i need to create a story around he situation to awe the church/congregation)

your inlaw is behind tour predicament. The enemy is within!!

Your husband’s mother is not happy that your husband bought you a car (i know this because i can see it, i have the powers to envision things that has happened before in a persons life just by looking at them)

Lame Woman:
Yes yes yes Pastor!! Yes Pastor!!

Me:
And you keep having dreams about her??

Lame Woman:
Yes yes pastor..

Me:
and your husband, (then i pause for short) where is your husband? Is your husband here?

Woman:
Yes pastor..

Me:
I mean is he in this gathering??

Woman:
Yes Yes Pastor.

Then the husband starts running from wherever he is to the front of the altar.

(Continues in a bit).

peter8535:
If i no go church 2dy...@dodo na u causem

Haha Boss

Haakeem:
Dodo you are making me obsessed with nairaland the more, na you wake literature section back fah.

Twale boss.
Lets have some entertainment na

But i still went to school never the less. Like i always went to school sad and returned with a lighter mood. My sadness returned again at night when Pa asked to see if i had done my schoolwork and homework.. he saw us as kids and kept to the routine of always checking our books or schoolwork from time immemorial. I’d show him my book and the new lyric i had jotted down in class and he’d be like “my dear, pass my glasses. I’m sure he knew its rubbish he was going to read like he always termed anything asides school work in the long notes. But he’d still read it anyway. Worse worse he will even be reading out my lyric, he’d read it word for word and just after then remove his glasses and then begin to process the jargon he just read and before we know it, world war iii. My mum was my only support. My sisters didn’t know what to think as they’d been brainwashed about going to college, getting good grades and settled down with a man, shitting many kids and etc.. but my mum dared not step in to stop the beatings as he would go mute for months and not talk to her. He showered my sists with gifts and yummies, he gave me nothing. Then my mum would now go out and buy this or that for me and when he noticed this, Pa became displeased with it and cut off mums upkeep for 2 months as a dire warning. His take was, until i get myself together and start taking schoolwork seriously, i deserved nothing.

Pa:
Maybe for you mama linage musician dey there,
Nobody don ever sing for my generation ever!!
Na my pikin head e go come start?
Never!!
That book, you must know am
If na to open that you big head put book inside, i go do am. Musicians are failures idiot!!

Check this out too yall.
https://www.nairaland.com/6952310/capital-dreams

Haakeem:
Wow nice ending, you did a great job dodo.

Person wey read this story and e still go plus up hopeing e ending go be the same with this one,should remember ones destiny in different.

Thanks boss check this out y’all
https://www.nairaland.com/6952310/capital-dreams

I just hate school, the classes suck, the subjects suck, i hate maths and the deadly virus further maths. I hate my teachs, i hate my class, i hate my school. My dad, i hate him. He beat me too much.. why? I hate to copy notes at school instead, my long note would be filled with bit bit bit part of lyrical words and flows and i drew objects too. Record label names and logo art, i drew things like vibing in the studio to my favorite comic characters. In the pages of my long notes, i drew my favorite rappers and hip stars. All these to my short man devil dad was jargon.. Jargon le leyi na!!!! He always barked. And what vexed him more was the fact that i wrote bhadguy Armani as my name on the description part of the note book.

Name: Bhadguy Armani
Class: (honestly i can’t remember)
Subject: Stupid Maths
Date: Future Super Star.

These things vexed my daddy that, he’d beat life out of me, i was soft and defenseless. My Daddy, rich in his own capacity as we never lacked anything. He paid for premium education for me and my sisters as i was the middle child. I had two sisters respectively. My two sisters made him happy, academically and with their cool and reserved personalities and behavior. But he saw me as wild or like a wild animal that he couldn’t do away with. The only thing that gave me joy was music.

Bhadguy just wants to sing sing sing.

By the time the church got completed, my church had about 3 to 4k members now. nothing came easy though. Then we moved from the tent in the premises to right inside the new and delivered church building. It was spacious as hell and i could only but marvel at what money could do. Money from the brothers. One thing about the brothers is, the moment a pastor (me) joined them, i made them somewhat religious. So at every brotherhood meetings, they’d ask me to lead the brothers prayers, they’d give me offerings too with already prepared checks that cashed as soon as i sent someone to the bank with it. They made me lead opening prayers and closing prayers. My type of cult member could perform miracles. Not every brother had this ability and I wouldn’t have it too but my pastor title made them immerse it in me and in that wise, i was quickly promoted between their ranks. They respected me alot and consulted me in general discussions. They promoted one more time and made me ‘the Keeper’

The Keeper:
This term in the brotherhood was the mouthpiece of their god. In the bible

Psalm 115:5

“They have eyes, but they cannot see they have ears but they cannot ear”

It s the truth. These gods, they have a representative in form of statue made by human beings. But the real god is a spirit. A spirit that cannot talk with the voice of a human. (Thats why a Babalawo is the mouthpiece of his gods, an Ifa Priest is the mouthpiece of IFa)

Pastor James:
show me a god that can talk without a mouthpiece, I’ll give you twenty thousands pieces of silver!!

I was the bearer of the gods and their mouthpiece now and that meant more power. I would listen and talk to the gods for the brothers and I’d deliver the decision of the gods to the brothers. This is not the position of the leader, but its a special position that the last person that held it was the man that committed suicide on the tree. The man whose brotherhood apparel i now worr to the meetings. The meet dare not start without the keeper. The leader of the group was the most respected, i became the most feared that even the council of Brothers nationwide bowed at my feet as in the whole of the union, there was only one Keeper! Me. a keeper who was a pastor in day to day life and could do miracles both in and out of the brotherhood!

I went to a pastor in my area and narrated things to him.. from A to Z. He then gave me a space in the church to stay while he secured an appointment with the family members. Pastor came through, took me to then, i confessed my sins and the mourning for my mum started again afresh after i got the words out of my mouth.. Olori Ebi so angry then used a cutlass to pursue me out of the house and as i was running for dear life, i saw him cursing and banishing me from the family as i ran. I got to a safer distance, looked back and the ever standing olori ebi was on the ground, in a pool of his own blood. One bike guy rammed into him so bad, the shock and loss of blood. Okori ebi was no more.. seeing what happened from where i stood and how people gathered him and were trying to apply first aid, i knew they’d come for me. I stopped a bike and let him whizz me away. I’m so sorry! The next morning, pastor informed me that Olori Ebi didn’t make it and he was gonna be saying other things.. i just left him standing there. I had to run again, i ran.. i left Ikotun that same morning. I checked into a buisness center and decided to use their internet to trade the btc i left in my wallet. Omo i was damned sure it was the same password. E no login. I tried and tried and tried snd for security purposes, the website locked me out citing the need for additional information!!!! And for security purposes no way!! I had no cash elsewhere or in person. So officially i was broke. But till this day, Abayo still dey threaten me ontop the imaginary money him talk say i dey owe am or anywhere wey i see mad person or people, i gat run or else, if na woman, dem go claim say i Bleep dem no pay.. if na man werey, them go claim say i dey owe them or i collect their wife.. I basically became a fanny magnet that attract mad people to myself.

Its been 3 years, i lived on the very very very fast lane and i crashed very hard. No home and no family, the whole world living in and with vanity.. had i known!!

“Five naira, ten naira na money”
for my hood like this now,
i be celebrity beggar
I dey see so many things.

Thank you everyone..
The End of the Very End.




You’ve not seen the last of me.
Now lets get this thread bubbling.
Dodoatiricetwo is preggie so i have to continue the piece.
https://www.nairaland.com/6899713/chronicles-pastor-ordained-himself

Fabulouslouie:
You write mightily well. Great plot twists and humorous scene.

Keep up the good work. Stay inked

Thanks Fab

Dodoatirice ko gbodo kojar won aje je je won a gbodo. I hope they can’t let me carry you guys and trabaiye without ban ejoor na!

We back its here!!