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He saw me alight from the bike quite alright, but didn’t pay any attention to me whatsoever because he would never have thought I’d come back to the neighborhood or visiting the family house. And even if i did, he’d think I’d come in a nice shiny ‘bloody ride’ but here i was, a shadow of the guy that left. and even when i greeted him, he just nodded and continued chewing on his chew stick. It was the moment i made to go inside that he called me back and asked me who i was looking for so I thought, He probably didn’t remember my face so i reintroduced myself.

Me:
Olori, emi ni, emi Bola ni

(Its me sir, Its Bola)

Olori:
Ehn mo ri e,
Shey kin wa be mon eni
Ati pe gan, kilowashey nibi??

(Ehn i see you,
Was you expecting me to come hug you
And what is it exactly that you cane to do here?)

Me:
Ejaka wole kaloor soor
(Lets enter and go talk it out(

Olori:
wole sibo?
Iwooor apayan yi
Oti sun iya e je,
Tani otun fe lo fi shey ogun owo e bayi??

(Where you wan enter?
You this murdereer
You barbecued your mother and ate
Please who’s next?)

His wife then heard the argument from somewhere around the house and cane to see whatsup. Apparently she aint know i was outside. The moment she stepped outside the house and saw me, She retraced her steps just a bit backwards and took on the mountain and fire ministry moto: Make i type am sef!

Olori’s wife:
(A thick beautiful igbotic woman that i always thought our Olori Ebi didn’t deserve because her beauty was out of the street and her cooking skills a joy to the stomach!!)

No be Bola i dey look so with my koro eyes??
(Then she raised her hands to the heavens like she was about to command God to send the fire)

DIE BY FIRE!!!!!!!!!
HOLY GHOST FIRE!!!
YOUR PLAN HAS FAILED!!
MY HUSBAND ENTER HAOUSEE!!
MAKE HIM NOOR TOUCH YOU MAKE YOU NO GO DISAPPEAR!!

I tried to explain why i came but instead Aunty wasn’t having it!! They left me outside, thank God say i never cast for area say i don enter but i understood how words spread like wildfire especially gossips. I was shocked to the bone when i heard a familiar sound, that textnow app sound that indicated and notified new messages… Olori no sabi Yahoo, but i knew his firstborn was somewhere in the house bombing. Life drama!!

dodoatirice:
I slept off again in the prayer center and this time i saw my mum hovering around our family house, the. She caught me staring at her and asked me to come. I obliged and then we both sat in-front of her old shop and spoke to me. She wanted me to go to her family members, her brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts and tell them the atrocities i committed and how i used her for money. The same people that almost lynched me when Mum died?? Then i woke up because Big Alfa was already around in the center and tapping me to wake up. I was about telling him my dream when He beat me to it! He repeated the same thing as my mum told me in the dream and it had to be done like asap or else….I explained to Big Alfa what happened the last time out i went there when the shit was still very fresh. The same way i went there that they almost lynched me was the same way I’d return there and take whatever came out of it he said. the last time i went there, i went as a big boi. But now I’m supposed to go there to go and beg for forgiveness, not as a big Boi as regards the last time out, but as a broke boi. Cuz i had no access to cars like i did before and no cash to carry around except the single btc wallet i hid somewhere in my mind. I just couldn’t wrap my head around the thoughts of going to beg these people made me more sad. Like i dey go my former hood, hood wey i don do beeza beeza there, hood wey be say so many parents don use me do case example for their pikin them.

“mama call me say Chinedu is balling”

Parents that saw how i flunged money from the rooftop of my Benzo and wished their children would follow suit in the game and eradicate the poverty wey don hold their generation for decades of the family linage. I hope by the time i get to my hood and they see me, their kids would still remain grounded if not, egungu gat be careful because express no dey respect anybody.





Big Alfa promised to give me the cash for the travel and early morning the next day, i set out on a one man army mission to alimosho in Ikotun from Omu Aran in Kwara state. As the bus traveled, naim we pass Oyedepo house, damn!! All the money wey i collect, my lekki house wey i buy for roughly 90m come be like security post if you put am side to side with Oyedepo’s infact make i add all the money wey i don collect join, i no fit afford this kind edifice. People get money oooo Chai. Took awhile but i arrived Lagos. Got in a bus headed for Ikotun and it moved. I alighted at ikotun market which was the last bustop. I was going to jump into a tricycle that was heading to Abaranje road when out of nowhere, one popular werey wey dey route ikotun market just show from nowhere come grab my jalabia say me i dey owe am money. This mentally deranged man held onto my clothing and even said if i failed to pay him his money, he will beat me. Then people gathered around asking the mad fellow to leave me alone. It was at that point i knew his name was Abayo. But this guy no gree at all, he was raving and raging. They asked him how much i was owing him and he said twenty kobo.. we don’t even spend kobo or coins anymore.. is this one mad? Oh he’s mad actually i forgot. Na so i change am for the werey, drag my jalabia forcefully from him but he wasn’t letting go naim i give am straight punch for mouth. Then his grip loosened on my apparel because he had to deal with the pain my fist inflicted. Abayo then grabbed a meat cutting knife from a meat hawker that stood to observe the unfolding drama. On seeing this, naim i tear race, market scatter. But bross, mad people sabi run.

Abayo take knife pursue me from ikotun market enter an area in ikotun called ‘agbo Ile’ the kings palace (oba ikotun) Oba Ashiwaju. I ran into the palace and surprisingly, Abayo didn’t. He just stood at the entrance trying to catch breathe. And after a while left threatening that if he sees me again, he will kill me. Chai!! Na beg them say make we come beg, na mad man dey threaten person. While walking awsy, he even added “that my money wey you owe me, you go pay” having explained to the palace guards how the interaction with Abayo started, they let me go and told me to be more careful. Outside the kings palace, i quickly stopped a bike that took me away from the palace area for fear of Abayo hanging around somewhere. The bike then dropped me off at the family house and the first person i saw outside was my sworn enemy in the family. The Olori Ebi.

I slept off again in the prayer center and this time i saw my mum hovering around our family house, the. She caught me staring at her and asked me to come. I obliged and then we both sat in-front of her old shop and spoke to me. She wanted me to go to her family members, her brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts and tell them the atrocities i committed and how i used her for money. The same people that almost lynched me when Mum died?? Then i woke up because Big Alfa was already around in the center and tapping me to wake up. I was about telling him my dream when He beat me to it! He repeated the same thing as my mum told me in the dream and it had to be done like asap or else….I explained to Big Alfa what happened the last time out i went there when the shit was still very fresh. The same way i went there that they almost lynched me was the same way I’d return there and take whatever came out of it he said. the last time i went there, i went as a big boi. But now I’m supposed to go there to go and beg for forgiveness, not as a big Boi as regards the last time out, but as a broke boi. Cuz i had no access to cars like i did before and no cash to carry around except the single btc wallet i hid somewhere in my mind. I just couldn’t wrap my head around the thoughts of going to beg these people made me more sad. Like i dey go my former hood, hood wey i don do beeza beeza there, hood wey be say so many parents don use me do case example for their pikin them.

“mama call me say Chinedu is balling”

Parents that saw how i flunged money from the rooftop of my Benzo and wished their children would follow suit in the game and eradicate the poverty wey don hold their generation for decades of the family linage. I hope by the time i get to my hood and they see me, their kids would still remain grounded if not, egungu gat be careful because express no dey respect anybody.





Big Alfa promised to give me the cash for the travel and early morning the next day, i set out on a one man army mission to alimosho in Ikotun from Omu Aran in Kwara state. As the bus traveled, naim we pass Oyedepo house, damn!! All the money wey i collect, my lekki house wey i buy for roughly 90m come be like security post if you put am side to side with Oyedepo’s infact make i add all the money wey i don collect join, i no fit afford this kind edifice. People get money oooo Chai. Took awhile but i arrived Lagos. Got in a bus headed for Ikotun and it moved. I alighted at ikotun market which was the last bustop. I was going to jump into a tricycle that was heading to Abaranje road when out of nowhere, one popular werey wey dey route ikotun market just show from nowhere come grab my jalabia say me i dey owe am money. This mentally deranged man held onto my clothing and even said if i failed to pay him his money, he will beat me. Then people gathered around asking the mad fellow to leave me alone. It was at that point i knew his name was Abayo. But this guy no gree at all, he was raving and raging. They asked him how much i was owing him and he said twenty kobo.. we don’t even spend kobo or coins anymore.. is this one mad? Oh he’s mad actually i forgot. Na so i change am for the werey, drag my jalabia forcefully from him but he wasn’t letting go naim i give am straight punch for mouth. Then his grip loosened on my apparel because he had to deal with the pain my fist inflicted. Abayo then grabbed a meat cutting knife from a meat hawker that stood to observe the unfolding drama. On seeing this, naim i tear race, market scatter. But bross, mad people sabi run.

sweetonugbu:
You posted on the wrong thread.

Chai, na sleep dey my eye sorry

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Rick9:
you are blessed my boss. I greet you.

Twaile sir

Rick9:
I dey oh. I don refresh tire.

Chai!!

Judge:
(To Baba)
Pikin wey you suppose to dey counsel, you carry hot money put for their hand make dem dey spend. Dem don spend am, see lives wey you cut short for your plenty customers. If no be say this boy mama you cut am for money, i for say make you use your head pack cow shit wey you pour for floor.

(Returns his gaze to me)
You, the money wey you don get don do. Oya see am, if you just dey that slow but steady money making lane, your future get private jet for inside. But devil wey no want make you prosper vome carry temporary money give you at the cost of all these lives in the dock. And this Baba naim help you fasten all the money wey you suppose get for future wey suppose last a lifetime no repercussions. And brought it to you in a platter of hot oil. You sabi church rat? Ajeh e go get money pass you!! But my judgment is.. going back to reality and begging for alms!! Your suffer go enter hundred thousand years. And after then is when you go start to dey make money again like normal person. Hundred years?? Abeg how many years man go take live? Make e kuku kill me na.. so was my thought. The judge guy in my dream then provided a black piece of cloth, ripped it into shreds and flinged a half of the piece at me and told me to get out of the room..

AlhamdiluLahi!!
Big Alfa said Exclaimed.

It was the eighth day… i made it i only remembered the dream i had when i pocketed my hands and felt something unusual.. i retrieved it and damn, the black piece of clothing that was tossed at me in the courtroom inside my dream.


I explained everything to Big Alfa and the piece of black clothing that appeared in my pocket even in the physical realm. I showed it to him even. That night, several praying sessions were held between Big Alfa, Alfa and the other alafas for me and by morning, Big Alfa used heat to removed the parasites on my back one by one. Suck a relief getting this blood suckers off my system. Like i felt better almost immediately. Big Alfa resounded the warning again, i was to walk away from anything that i had acquired during the timeout with baba and never to go there again as it spelt doom for me.. it was really hard to let go. Because i had money in btc, I didn’t declare that to Big Alfa because I thought he won’t understand. So i was zip zip about it.

Judge:
Wait you mean to say only you used all of these people?

Me:
(I was going to answer in the affirmative, i just sight baba!! In the courtroom looking unbothered and unworried)
I didn’t know it will get to these numbers, but it was me and him (pointing to Baba that perpetrated the act, He told me what to do and i agreed to getting it done.

Judge:
You don’t come before me and shift blames. When it gets to (pointing at Baba) he will answer.

Then the said judge gave everyone me and Baba used a fair hearing and one by one they narrated the gruesome murder from the hands of me and Baba. The last to talk was a kid, a baby that could talk?? He introduced himself and narrated how i connived with a nurse to steal is placenta thereby causing his demise the same day he was born. Getting to my mums Turn,
She just couldn’t say a thing, she spent the whole time the judge gave her to stare at me and even at that, she tried to say a word but just couldn’t find the words.

Judge:
(Looking in my direction) What do you have to say to yourself now stupid)

Me:
Nothing.

Judge:
okay, let me get to you in a bit!!
World best Babalawo?
World best Babalawo??

No response from Baba as He seemed lost in thoughts then Judge produced all those long flexible whips and from where he sat, he weaved the whip and twaiii.

Baba:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yeeeeeeeh!
Ahn, una don sentence me?

Judge:
I know say you know where you dey sha?
I hope say you know say this no be merr dream sha?

Baba:
I know i know chai!!

Judge:
Very good, oya explain why you use a whole football team fo juju.

Baba:
Chaaaaaaaaaaiye!!
Na him come meet me…

Judge:
(Cuts in sharp)
Abi na him friend wey you first do ritual for bring am
Which one??

Baba:
I forget.. na true.. na him friend carry am come!!

Judge:
Oh so wan take me play small?
Raises the whip again
(Twai! twai!! twai!!!)

Baba then goes about crying out a rap album of wailings. Chai maybe this whip was different from the one Spiritual Dss used on us both, or Spiritual sars!! I no know i sha know say, that whip no go touch me for here as i gat speak the truth!! But the thing touch Baba well well even for my dream. Baba weeped uncontrollably like a kid, and i felt like buying him a candy to keep quiet.

Athemisia:
She might not be dead, but she is nothing more than a walking corpse.

The guy want make i talk ni jarey bro, and i no get that time

3 months of running the church, attendance had grown from a mere three hundred heads to two thousand heads.. i started seeing the need for church expansion as the large tent hall that served as temporary church auditorium was always filled to the far end and people still sat outside to see me minister through the large flat screen TVs that we placed outside in numbers. I cashed in on the tithes from the brotherhood and threw the chunk of the cash into the ongoing church building project that i had started months ago. Finance wasn’t the issue at that point but i had mad taste for big things and had the contractor import parts of the raw materials. I was the poorest in the brotherhood but rich without having to wait on church accumulated funds in life.. that’s what the brotherhood made me. The moment you join, you sell your soul to them, they reward you with earthly cash as payment for your soul and they only recruit when someone dies or kicks against the only law the brotherhood has. Which is to do whatever they as of you at any time or every given time. They had a motto,

‘obey before control’

I guess that was coined from the lay man military slang ‘obey before complain’ it was the only rule the brotherhood had and the only rule no member of the brothers should go against or ………………

Now you’re rich, in the brotherhood, i was the only clergyman even though it was self imposed/self ordained. But they respected me for that because they believed that i was a lowkey representative of the brothers to the outside world.

So 3 months of running the church and growing the numbers to two thousand heads got me swagging and performing miracles. Healing people like Jesus in the new. My instagram saw a surge i went from . To a hundred k then to two hundred and stayed there for the time being. Now i had an online community on my social media and i had the good the bad and the ugly coming to my church every Sunday. Every Sunday, new numbers, more money in church revenue more calls to the contractor to hurry up. But events will unfold eventually!!

Na that day i know say mad men dey waka, we trekked for like forever, worst part was, people were looking at us. These mad people, they picked trash, gave me bread that they kept in their dirty Coffers and made sure i ate it. At night, we went to an uncompleted building where they slept and waited till the last one of them dozed. I tiptoed from the number of mad sleeping bodies scattered around the space they slept in and off i ran into the night! I trekked and trekked first i located the prayer center, thankfully, it was opened perfect. I went inside and slept on one of the prayer maths.. i was really spent and all my body was encircled with pain from the whips of mad men.. it didn’t take long, i dozed off completely. I then transitioned into the dream world. In my dream, i was in a court room and the judge was the only person I haven’t met or seen in my life in reality. The rest of the room too consisted of other faces I didn’t know. Baba was there too but in a separate dock. Then the judge who i thought his voice was a little too loud started proceedings.

Judge:
And why have you come before me??
(He asked gesturing at me)

Me:
Hum Sir, I don’t know, do i have any business here? And what is this place?

Judge:
This is the midway point between life and death, tormented souls bring their cases here when they want revenge for the brutal murder of their bodies and forceful takeover of their destinies by barbaric human-people that the Almighty created but went astray. Your being here is no coincidence and here you have no lawyer/attorney to stand your case for you or talk for you, you do the talking and defending by yourself. So i ask a question, you give the answers because you were there, you know if you did it or not do you understand!!

Me:
Yes I do.

Judge:
Very good, you learn so fast..
Shall we start?
(Gestures to someone in the open courtroom)
Bring in all the souls that lodged a case against this man)

Then the door opens and people trooped in in their numbers, all the people i used

Mumsy
Jago
Shade
The albinos
The corpse i was sleeping with their dead bodies
Etc

(You all know about it as i mentioned in previous updates)

All the people i used they filled the long dock and i looked back at Mr judge and his mouth was wide agape!!

The thing that baffled me was how the contents spilled and it didn’t envelope the air as you cant stand the harshness that comes with sprinkling the said insecticide in your room. Or was the product fake? If it was fake, how did it now spill? I couldn’t explain the sciences behind that and maybe it was more than the ordinary. Alfa came that morning, obviously didn’t know what i was planning though, he preached against taking ones life. As if he knew it was an option i was trying to explore. He’d left again, time ticked and tocked, i laid down on the bed the room provided, and just waited for anything to happen as i had no cash anymore to buy anything and all the other monies i had were digital asides from the one i had in my now confiscated bank account. 7am the morning after i was up again. I made it to the seventh day. Alfa came early momo and asked if i could join in their Friday prayers later in the day.. i just had to agree to go. They replaced my old Jalabia apparel with fresh new ones, got me a rosary and we attended the prayers. I wasn’t a muslim though but they eased me into their service and we were done in a bit and people left for their homes. Big Alfa haf ti wait behind in the prayer center to receive dignitaries so he ordered me and Alfa to take his bike and go home as he would find his way home through one of the other clerics that had a bike and leaved in the same area with him.

We were returning when we took a turn that went off road and into a neighborhood. I’ve never seen 4 mad people roam about in groups in my life, up ahead, 4 mad people barricaded the street ahead holding masquerade type whips these mad men in anger were like the popular one time hit tune that said

Daju!
Sanju!!
Runjupa!!!
Marerin!!!!
Wuwaika!!!!!
Zazo!!!!!!

Be wicked!
Bone Face!!
Strong Face!!!
No shine teeth!!!!
Do bad thing!!!!!
Zazo!!!!!!

Na so them werey be for road. Them stand formation like say dem wan play four aside monkey post. Alfa saw them and just didn’t read anything to it as maybe he thought they’d leave the damn road the closer we get to them. But he was soon faced with the reality as no one told him to slow down as the mad guys remained steadfast in their posture with the barricade that they didn’t move an inch. Alfa’s thought process was very slow regarding the situation that stood impending before us that the money he hit the brakes and decided to make a turn was when they nabbed us both. Mad people hand chaii!! Them first wire Alfa like multiple slaps come before they pushed him asides and after then focused on me. They beat me the hell out of me with the whips and when they finally stopped the beatings, they asked me to get up on my feet and follow their group. One of them leading me ahead, letting me have a slice of the whip bread at every opportunity. Many are mad, Many are roaming!

dodoatirice:
I had gone far too into doings that even God had decided to look away as i only didn’t give what belonged to Caesar to Caesar, i sold my entire soul to him. Bit that was not all, Big Alfa said, through hard work, i was destined to be rich, a successful businessman who would’ve climbed the ladder through hard work and tenacity but even a photocopier machine pays the price for being that fast and duplicative through ink cartridge. My case was far beyond redemption and only God could forgive me as that was the only thing that remained. Even the quack and power drunk Babalawo that helped in facilitating the devils plan over my life had died in custody through Big Alfa’s checking and he was the only one who could ever undid all the things i soiled my hands with. Big Alfa said, it would be a surprise if i lived past seven days myself and if i lived past the seven day period, then the Almighty Allah had listened and forgiven my sins and it was after then that we’d be able to get rid of the parasites but the big catch was, i would be so poor as a church rat. Not that I won’t make any money, the only money remaining for me to be making would be stipends, something i could feed with and on a daily and not more, nothing else. He said, I’d have to walk away from everything i have acquired through scams from the biggest of them to the tiniest detail. But thats if i made it past the seven day mark. I had no choice to choose a choice… at that junction, shit had hit the fan. Big Alfa was very skeptical and wouldn’t want someone to turn up dead in the family house as he wouldn’t want any stress as to be shalayaing things.. So i had to find a temporary room in one of those low cost housings around, Alfa went back to the family house with promise to check on me and assist me in asking for forgiveness from Almighty Allah with prayers.

I was left alone in this room, me? I reflected on the things big alfa said, and the thought of ending up as poor as a church rat striked fear into my soul. So i go come dey beg to dey chop?? No way joor. As the days passed by, i conjured up the thoughts of snipper or something strong to finish myself off once and for all. No time.. but only myself would stop myself because asides that other time i jumped in the sea and saw blackout, taking ones life is as hard as giving birth. Thoughts after thoughts, my mind was ready, but my body wasn’t.

On the morning of the fifth day, I finally summoned courage, found a local boy and send him snipper, he came back with the package and the change. I asked him to keep the change. I was gonna do this at a time when i was certain to die and no one coming to my aid. I set the package aside. I had to wait till i was certain everyone in the face me i slap you type of building had slept till i carried out my act so i was sure to be dead prob by morning.. e pay me make i no feel anything, no shame and finger pointing than to be as poor as a church rat and be made a study case in peoples home to their kids. But on this particular day, time seemingly dragged along like a snail that had challenged a sleeping hare to the finish line.. Alfa came to check on me around noon, apologizing for helping Big Alfa run some errands because of an inflow of people that came for prayers. So that be the reason why he’d brought my breakfast late. I accepted the food, he noticed the insecticide solution idling in the corner of the room just where the broom was kept. I told him i intended fighting off mosquitoes that night. He left an hour later.

Around evening, i laid down to rest a bit and woke up the next morning which was the sixth day. Damn!! I had slept from evening throughout the night till the next morning. I shifted my gaze to where i kept the insecticide i had plans to drink the night before.. the contents were spilled on the floor. And the broom that was beside it had changed position.

I had gone far too into doings that even God had decided to look away as i only didn’t give what belonged to Caesar to Caesar, i sold my entire soul to him. Bit that was not all, Big Alfa said, through hard work, i was destined to be rich, a successful businessman who would’ve climbed the ladder through hard work and tenacity but even a photocopier machine pays the price for being that fast and duplicative through ink cartridge. My case was far beyond redemption and only God could forgive me as that was the only thing that remained. Even the quack and power drunk Babalawo that helped in facilitating the devils plan over my life had died in custody through Big Alfa’s checking and he was the only one who could ever undid all the things i soiled my hands with. Big Alfa said, it would be a surprise if i lived past seven days myself and if i lived past the seven day period, then the Almighty Allah had listened and forgiven my sins and it was after then that we’d be able to get rid of the parasites but the big catch was, i would be so poor as a church rat. Not that I won’t make any money, the only money remaining for me to be making would be stipends, something i could feed with and on a daily and not more, nothing else. He said, I’d have to walk away from everything i have acquired through scams from the biggest of them to the tiniest detail. But thats if i made it past the seven day mark. I had no choice to choose a choice… at that junction, shit had hit the fan. Big Alfa was very skeptical and wouldn’t want someone to turn up dead in the family house as he wouldn’t want any stress as to be shalayaing things.. So i had to find a temporary room in one of those low cost housings around, Alfa went back to the family house with promise to check on me and assist me in asking for forgiveness from Almighty Allah with prayers.

I was left alone in this room, me? I reflected on the things big alfa said, and the thought of ending up as poor as a church rat striked fear into my soul. So i go come dey beg to dey chop?? No way joor. As the days passed by, i conjured up the thoughts of snipper or something strong to finish myself off once and for all. No time.. but only myself would stop myself because asides that other time i jumped in the sea and saw blackout, taking ones life is as hard as giving birth. Thoughts after thoughts, my mind was ready, but my body wasn’t.

I couldn’t sleep anymore, and just after the first cock crow, i started feeling sick, the sick feeling just lingered there. Alfa then gave me a teblic pant (probably one of his spare ones, then gave me a jalabia gown and a cap. He took my old clothes and burned them. In my new apparel, I thought i looked like all those Almajiri boys that stood in the market and signaled to people if they wanted to sell their hard currency or their gold..Bleep!!! We soon hit the road driven by Alfa’s friend on his bike.. as we were heading out, i thought okay, the aoparel would be a perfect disguise. We soon sat in a kwara/ilorin bus we sat in the front me and Alfa. (We had to because of the kinda privacy i wanted) just as the journey started, i slept off.. for hours on the road i was sleeping an hour to the end of the journey, i came alive again and that was when alfa told me to get myself together as we’d soon be approaching his township and we’d be alighting. My own joy was that so far so good, i had made it out of Ogun and Lagos altogether.. the thoughts of redemption kept tinging in my head, i wanted out, i wanted a new life, i wanted forgiveness for all my sins, laying emphasis on new life, i wanted it for real. But we’d find out in time. Late evening, we were already settled in in Alfa’s family house, a house where kids were runningabout or playing about with full regila, all covered, all in their hijabs, a home of muslim devotees. People who stood stead fast in the islam religion. Brothers, aunties. They served us a mad meal of amala and egusi and assorted stick fish glorified with pieces of bulkie beef. The type that my mum always made everytime i returned home from school for the semester holidays… but because of money, i kill am chop!!

Alfa introduced me to the oldest man that lived in that house..

Alfa:
After al the pleasantries)
Arakunrin yin ni mo mu wa ba yin,

(Its this man that i brought to see you)

Big Alfa:
(Cuts in looking around rather suprised)
Arakunrin wo??

(Which Person)

Alfa:
(Pointing reassuringly at my direction)
Arakunrin yi..

(This guy)

Big Alfa:
(Now looking at my direction like it was the first time he was seeing me since we entered his chambers)
Shey eni yi??

(Oh this person?)

Alfa:
Beeni

(Absolutely)

Big Alfa:
Oku leleyi.. eniyi. Ti kuu

(This one na dead person na, this man don die)

Alfa:
Ati sa ami ipatun si e lara and iparun ni tie ni toto
Amoor Olorun nikan ninoba oni dariji eshe
But itu eshey ti iwo shey yi, ti iwo koba parun
Ojiya re


(You’ve been marked for destruction, and destruction is what you should get but na only God be the king wey dey forgive every sin, but your type of sin, if you no destroy, you go chop the repercussions you go belle full)

So were his words. He told me that I shouldn’t have come to his home, but maybe i was the rush visitor that he’d been getting messages about lately and the fact that i came to his compound, the spirits of death they came with me but thank Alah that he was a believer in his Faith and he remains steadfast with prayers and that he had nothing to do with whatever i had deeped my hands into. So because of that, he will try as much as possible to go on a prayer journey with me so Alah could be praised in the end. He mentioned Kwara state in Ilorin, he said we’d go on that journey as this was more than he could attend to. But his Spiritual godfather in faith could help me and deliver me from the shackles of destruction. I mentioned to him that i was wanted and then I had to get rid of the cuffs i ran with. He said when his wife saw the cuffs, she was frantic and urged him to call the coos but something more than the cuffs was the parasites in my back and the messaged he’d been getting about a rush stranger and how he needs to offer help and find deliverance. On the alfas part, i guess everything now made sense now.. the messages and the visit now. On my own part, I’d grab this shot at redemption. I’d take the chance..little did i know that there’d be another price to pay!!!

The beginning of the Far end!

As soon as i thought i was at a reasonable distance or head start, i had to catch my breath, figure out where i was and how i could find my way from there, i kept on walking till i bursted out in a bush pat that was narrow and lead no where i don’t know, i followed this bush part and soon enough, a town small village came into view.. i was tired and hungry.. i walked past a house where arabic inscriptions that I didn’t understand was inscribed, it had no gate but had a lsrge compound space, i saw kids in their numbers reading or reciting from their tira pamphlets, an older kid was directing the recitals holding a stick and occasionally flogging an islamic kid in the gathering that erred. In one moment, i slumped and hit the earth. The blood suckers on my back made me sick with every tingle. I saw the older boy rush inside and reemerge with someone older then my eye shut close. Blackout!!
I opened my eyes and i could on see stars, stars far high in the heavens, at first i thought i had died and was descending to the skies, it took me a minute or two or thereabouts before my mind took me on a flashback of what happened earlier even up to the point i passed out. At that point i started taking in the reality. The Alfa that came out with the boy had came to my aid and had seen the bugs on my back and he totally understood what it was. So he asked them not to take me inside but let me sleep outside in the open. So they put me on a mat outside in the open. I sat on my back and to my right, the alfa sat there, with his rosary praying to God for forgiveness of sin for me and for him and for God to take that darkness that death had cast over his home away. I would only underdeveloped his prayer in a minute.

The alfa saw me and continued his prayer and this time, he increased the intensity. He prayed and prayed and prayed that it got to a point finally he stopped, rounded up and said:

Alfa:
Arakurin, taleni to gbe obe gbona le e lowo pe ko ma gbon laaa?? Kilo finowo arare fa fun ra e??

Iwo naa woo, otin jera laiti ku..

(Young man, who gave you a pot of steaming stew asking you to lick while its steaming hot?? What is this that you’ve brought upon yourself? Look!! You’re decaying and you’re alive)

dodoatirice:
Rushed

But wait how many times i wan go this gate naaa? But the visitor outside had no patience at all, naim i see naija Sars officials, scaling my fencing, and into the compound. I just freeze, i could use the backdoor, bit my brain wasn’t thinking in that direction. I watched as the first guy that jumped in strolled tactically to door and gave a loud bang while the others joined in..

Cop guy 1:
Him go dey inside, hey saminu, (gesturing to saminu by holding two fingers and waving them) sweep through that backyard,

I see one cop guy run past the other window to the side of the building and his shilouette reflected into the curtains as he ran to the back of the building listening for me and finally barricading the entrance to the back door.. two more officers joined Saminu.

Cop Guy 1:
Police open this door now!!!!

Cop guy 2:
You dey beg am??

Cop guy 1:
Wetin i talk e be like begging?

Cop guy 2:
Bro a suspect is in there, we scaled the fence, break the damned door!!

Cop guy 1:
Na wetin you go talk be that. No because say you be inspector come use that one dey corner me, we know as you enter force brother..

Coo guy 2:
Is it me you’re talking to like that?

Cop guy 3:
Ewa moro be yawerey poor shaa??
Moroboloriburukwu leyin meje ji shaa..
werey to wan ninule yen logun fun yin ni na

Tries to break the argument off by cursing and also informing them that the argument wasn’t ordinary as i was using juju to cause the pandemonium. But in reslity I wasn’t doing anything, i just stood there confined to fate and waiting for the forceful break in and take roughandled take down/arrest. I was subjected to fate and my muscles were frozed to the spot! From the backdoor, saminu had craftily picked the lock and stealthy found his way into the house.. i could say he was there for a minute. I turned around to face him and he had the looks of “idontbelievewhatijustsaw!!!!” He’d seen the blood suckers on my back and at that moment, one of the officers that followed, approached the door and unlocked it for the outside team.

They didn’t even dare to touch me because the blood sucking parasites on my back were such a sight to behold as they scattered all over my back.. they helped me throw a short over it and told me to respectfully move along right after cuffing me. Outside, one very white hilux and Toyota sienna idled waiting for us to emerge. They put me in the back of the Sienna car, sealed off the building and first they took me to Magbon, then after one hour of police review, the journey to Lagos began. This time, i traveled in the white hilux with 3 cop guys and bullet had to do the driving..on the road for hours then bullet got ahead of himself in his mind with the car and sped past several cars in a bid to avoid the already gathering small traffic.. he then rammed the rear end of the car into a trailer that was moving in the same direction. He saw it too late. Then the impact sent the truck skidding to one side, bullet trying his best best to steady the ship, then a minibus crashed into the sides of the hilux sending the car laying on the sides. We were trapped. People rushed to the scene and as soon as they observed that it was the police and a suspect, my own type of suspect.. they rescued me and the other people in the vehicle including Bullet. Then i observed that people were screening me, and the cuffs on my hand. Then one guy walked up to me from the mob.

Guy:
How far guy you dey alright?

Me:
Yesbros

Guy:
Wetin you do na?

Me:
I just dey house naim dem fly my fence enter come carry me

Guy:
Because wetin happen na?? Na so this police people dey do.

Guy left where i was and went back into the mob, agreed, bullet was bleeding and he had to be attended to.. i saw the guy talk to one, two or three people and pointed in my direction.. bullet was really bleeding that they had to attend to him first there on the road while i stood there cuffed observing. Then in a moment of loosegaurdment, i disappeared into the woods. Then i broke from a walk to a tun as soon as i was sure i was outta sight. I ran with the cuffs.

Rushed

But wait how many times i wan go this gate naaa? But the visitor outside had no patience at all, naim i see naija Sars officials, scaling my fencing, and into the compound. I just freeze, i could use the backdoor, bit my brain wasn’t thinking in that direction. I watched as the first guy that jumped in strolled tactically to door and gave a loud bang while the others joined in..

Cop guy 1:
Him go dey inside, hey saminu, (gesturing to saminu by holding two fingers and waving them) sweep through that backyard,

I see one cop guy run past the other window to the side of the building and his shilouette reflected into the curtains as he ran to the back of the building listening for me and finally barricading the entrance to the back door.. two more officers joined Saminu.

Cop Guy 1:
Police open this door now!!!!

Cop guy 2:
You dey beg am??

Cop guy 1:
Wetin i talk e be like begging?

Cop guy 2:
Bro a suspect is in there, we scaled the fence, break the damned door!!

Cop guy 1:
Na wetin you go talk be that. No because say you be inspector come use that one dey corner me, we know as you enter force brother..

Coo guy 2:
Is it me you’re talking to like that?

Cop guy 3:
Ewa moro be yawerey poor shaa??
Moroboloriburukwu leyin meje ji shaa..
werey to wan ninule yen logun fun yin ni na

Tries to break the argument off by cursing and also informing them that the argument wasn’t ordinary as i was using juju to cause the pandemonium. But in reslity I wasn’t doing anything, i just stood there confined to fate and waiting for the forceful break in and take roughandled take down/arrest. I was subjected to fate and my muscles were frozed to the spot! From the backdoor, saminu had craftily picked the lock and stealthy found his way into the house.. i could say he was there for a minute. I turned around to face him and he had the looks of “idontbelievewhatijustsaw!!!!” He’d seen the blood suckers on my back and at that moment, one of the officers that followed, approached the door and unlocked it for the outside team.

omoadeleye:
Nice one, been reading since three days ago from page one, now here...

So i decided to keep this question from you till i get to last page.

What later happened to the nurse that helped you to get that new born baby placentas and the sponge, you just briefed about transferring 5m to her account and would later get back to her with your traveling agent and the remaining balance...

I am so inquisitive to want to know maybe you chop her eyes or you fulfill your bargain or maybe they later arrest her something.


Thanks for this eye opening sweet piece


dodoatirice

Thank you

My agent sent her to dubai, she was in hide out and people were looking for her so the fastest visa to steal her out of the country fufuling the promise was dubai. But maybe she got into more shit in dubai? Or maybe she’s picked it up living a new life but the after thoughts of what she did for me would always hang in her head, causing emotional distress but what do I know? I fulfilled my promise sha

My ford was not registered so na no plates. They can’t track me like that. I got hime, unlocked the gates, the sweet sucking unscratchable tingling sensations has started again, blood sucking suckers!! I opened the gate in a hurry, drive inside, parked, locked the gate and quickly went inside to enjoy the blood sucking but sweet pain, ad i enter inside like this gbam!!! E noor even reach thirty minutes like outside outside the gate, someone or something was banging loudly consistently.. no no no, the spirits don’t play with me at this time of the day.. but on second thoughts, second thoughts made me cringe.. what if it was the po-po? Now the type of gate i had in the house, it was sealed out in a way that you won’t see nothing from outside no matter how you try.. i went into the compound, from the voices i heard, there was an influx of assorted people outside the gate and from the shadow the sun casted on the floor, i knew this was it.. the beginning of the end.. I summoned courage and open the small pedestrian gate, and instead of the po-po, i was stood about two steps from haggard looking town boys who had at some point followed my sleek ride in a chase down, so i could give them money, but i was too fast for them, all those ‘alaiye twaile boys’


Me:
Wetin sup?

Lead boy:
(Raising his hands up and stamping his slightly raised left feet to the ground!)
Twaile alaiye, awa eyan ti e naani,
Og, money before money,
Omologo 5G connect
Awa o da e mon oo
But awa ko e jee pelu rushing,
Oro indomie koor
Alaiye oloro twaile twala
Fun awa nikan kama batiwa loor
Awa o wa ba eja oo
A de wa toro owo lowo e
Tiwa lawagba
Jeka wa n jenmbe
Opoor

Twaile Bigman, na we your people
Og, money before money,
Gloryboi 5G connect
We, we no sabi you o
But we dey chop your matter rush rush
No be noodles matter
Bigman Ricch boy twaile twaila
Give us something make we dey go our own
We no come cause nuisance,
And we no come fight you,
And no be say we come beg money for your hand
Na awa own street coin we come collect
Make we sef chop inside the grace..
Its plenty!


Damn, for a minute, i had my heart in my mouth, and I thought i could eat it!!! I thought the bang on my door was the po po initially, i told the guys to wait for me while i get something for them inside. I re-emerged and handed them several pieces of the naira and quickly closed the gate behind me. Tsheee, money wey be say dem no go know wetin dem take am do..

Back inside again, smoking my loud and reading past emails on my phone, i was a bit settled now then another knock outside outside on the gate. Gba gba gba!!!!!!!

Cuminsideher:
I'll advise you round up this story pretty soon. You've started to lose the salt .
But we'll done bro ... More power to your elbows

Okay, create new thread is for everyone anyway, and I understand that, you can’t please everyone you know? But thanks. This ends when the story ends, even if no one reads it..

Have a nice day bro

Fucking with the devil, hmmn, whose fault? I wouldn’t stop, i kept driving and fast that, i could feel the ford engine engaging and disengaging each gear. I could hear the loud road of the bloody Camaro.. make e no even be say na this car go kill person sef.. e too fast.. i went from blah blah blah to blah blah in seconds. Then for the first time in the freeaking car’s life, i tapped on the tape, connected my Bluetooth to it brought the volume down to a in-car contained level and just sank in the moment. I let the music booming sensibly to filter right into my soul..

Errrrrr, you frenzy!!! What!!! (What what)
Turn my microphone on
Everytime i be in the studio, do this for me..

If i die, if i die, make u no cry for me
Ejen simi ejoor ke jen mi
If i die fa die
Just pretend your not my friend
I just want all this to end
Ko ye won
Kole ye won ooo

I go many shows, got many doe
Got many hoes
What you take me for
Them be dey think say hear say i no go reign…


The song filtered and it sank deep into my soul. Then traffic stop made me turn it off.. traffic stop at pansheke, in the roundabout close to tamarc, i saw sars officials ahead, not obstructing traffic tho, they just sat at the shade provided but lasmen had theor own shade there too and they stopped to check things from vehicle particulars to the extra effects that you was supp to have in your car. I was already doing my calculations ad i was approaching them, a wanted guy, oh no!! Then I switched the plot. My car was shiny and colorful plus slick, i knew the lasmen guys would stop me to probably find one fault snd use the opportunity to extort me.. I wasn’t worried about them at all. But i was worried about the po-po bitches looking for their own prey. I was a prey to the lasma guys, my car and myself was prey to the hungry looking sars officials. I’m sure they’d observed my car too. A lasma guy was already flagging me down telling me to slow down.. if no be say i pity say the man go get family for house, the moment he waved his stinking hands to stop my car, the first thing that came to my head was, shey na him leg make i break ni abi make i just jam the guy anyhow? Whatever options life choosed for him that morning, i knew it would end up preety baaaaaaaaaad. As from inside my car, he was toast and at my mercy.. person wey i dey plan bad for, this were lasman guy no commot for road oo he was stil persistent in his slow down hand waves. Me too i no come shake, i mounted more pressure on my throttle, and breezed ahead, he probably thought because it was an offense to hit a law official with your car, I’d hit the brakes at some point, more pressure and i almost got him as he had to dive to the side of the road like a soccer goalkeeper trying to keep his team in the game at the dying minutes. I almost got him. He crashed landed by the side of the road, and an oncoming bike that had already lost control then crashed into him too adding the total casualty to 3 persons.. stupid Bastard!! He wan cash out, come collect the bloddy money na..
I bet his team couldn’t get into a pursuit because they now had bodies that need to hit the hospital or morgue.. and make dem try pursue me na rubbish.. dem go dey stand for road rubish!!

Hungerbadoo:
Omo na so popo for take burst you, mazi dodo you write well.

Thanks Boss

Bukolaberry:
dodo peperempe well done, I know this is January and you need add 1+1, but please create time for your fans thanks

No vez, bills be taking the writing moral off me sometimes. Assuming say i be ritualist now, i go don know say money bomb go dey blow for my room, but the end result noor good..

One thing about being a daddy is, you got dreams, but bills won’t let you be!!

Chai, no lie, miscellaneous naim dey chop money pass.

No vez everybody, make sure you eat some Dodo ati rice this morning

There’s one rules in the streets, the day wey you collect your first dollar like this, juss know say you catcher (popo) don dey outside… you no sabi am him sef no sabi you.. but one dey una go jamm.. but life had to go on even though i had seen Baba on the blog news…i knew they’d have screened his whole life. I knew he’d have spilled everything we’d done together. I didn’t have a reachable phone though, but i had access to my mails. I read an email that wanted me to come to my bank for additional info.. i could go to the Pansheke Abeokuta branch, but i had to think it twice. What if I went and it was a setup by the feds to have me arrested via that medium. My instincts kept thugging, but sometimes, if you go loosegaurd you go loosegaurd forget am.

“If small pikinn dey chop strong meat and e no gree throwey am, na sleep go make am loosegaurd am”

On the other hand, it may not be bad, my money is my money and all the block i had stashed away in that aza , i just couldn’t let it slide like that as I didn’t even have access to my account on the mobile banking… not even ussd… ‘calm’ i said to myself, they may need your bvn or something. Early morning the next day, i got in the Chevrolet Camaro and headed for town.. as i was driving i had said to myself I’d get some supplies On my way back. I approached Pansheke from Mango Abeokuta, and saw what id call and influx of Moshood Abiola Polytechnic, scattered all about, waiting for ‘Specific’ transportation to convey their journey to The Ojere environs where their school was situated. They’d have to wait for the school shuttle which was a cheaper means of transportation and convenience. The moment i pulled up into the traffic that ensued infront of these student, i saw how they looked in Awe at my fine car, i saw how student couples were affected emotionally, i saw how all these small small student yahoobois with their larger than life iphones looked at me in envy because that morning, i let the Camaro fly with all her proudness.. only if these youngins know the bigger price i have paid and still paying shioooor. Then in the midst of it all, i saw one sweet looking babe Standing looking distressed, fine chick ooo.. but emi, moya look away.. I wasn’t about to put up with another would-be Shade if at all and for the fact that i was hiding my face away and fighting my demons, I wouldn’t alow anyone to come into my life, not even because of beauty or friendship.

Traffic eased, and my bank came into view. I was going to pull into the bank premises when i observed a wash station just about a stone throw across the road to the bank.. “why not park and wash while you wait in the bank” i reversed, took a turn, parked and submitted my keys for a thorough wash just after I negotiated the pricing. On foot, i crossed the road and went into the bank. While inside, since it was a bank branch i have never been to, i had to respect myself and just join the queue on the costumer services part of the bank. I took a seat and joined the wait list. Then as i sat and waited there like a kings staff of authority, i looked straight at the table where a guy in his early twenties and a lady prob in her late thirties sat answering to people.. this guy and this lady were both taking turns to admire my watch. As i wore a gold Rolex on my left wrist and let it sit there. Anyway i was used-to attentions like that. Then suddenly, the guy beckoned on me to come forward. It wasn’t my turn yet but he made me jump the line.. i explained the issues on my account to him, he took my info and just a moment. Then from just a moment, i saw him click click around on the computer that sat on his desk backing me. In what seemed like two minutes, he finally looked up at me and i thought he was going to say something. Sire he said something but not really what i was hoping to hear.

“One moment sir, i have to make a copy of this document and be back in no time. Just hang in there”

Alright.. it took this dude another ten minutes before he reemerged and this time, he did so with someone he tagged ‘Bank Manager’ the lady came with questioning looks and asked the guy to bring me to her office. The lady bank manager then disappeared into where she appeared from with the guy earlier. In no time, we were in the managers office and she kept me busy by handing me a form to fill out with the necessary details while she got on the phone. I was trying my all in all to put ink to paper when i just added

“one plus one na two, minus one na three quick maths”
But why am i in this office even, this same form I’m filling out now, the dude at the customer service would have handed it out to me at the other section na, or maybe that’s how they handle customers with fat bank balances like i had.. then she said something that I shouldn’t have paid much attention to because I didn’t know who this Manager lady was speaking to on the other end. As she tried her best to speak in coded tones but as street boi wry i be, i decode am..

Lady:
Yes yes, He’s a match!! But hurry up
About twenty… thirty minutes some
Security?? Oh they’ve been briefed!
Oh thank you. See you then.
(Beep)

Then she looked up at me and tried to see if i got a whiff of her answers on the phone.. me sef i do like say nothing sup.. then she gave me the fakest or wickedest smile in the world. I finally tossed her the papa and rose up to take my leave. (My standing up from that chair in her office was to test her faith) as soon as i stood up to leave i saw her she reacted and that way, she spilled more beans with her action. I told her i was really pressed and really needed to use the rest room, and she could get on with sorting my bank I’ll be back in just a minute. I closed the door to her office behind me and once outside, i decided to just wait by her office door for a minute longer. I needed more observations, i needed to know what i was dealing with, I wasn’t about to walk into a live trap.. no way..
I was gonna move when i heard

Lady:
Hello Bada, please there’s a guy that left my office now to pee, (gave my details) please don’t let him go, the police will be here soon for him. If he comes close to the gate, arrest him and hold him down.

Ah then that was it, just what i needed to hear! How do i escape here? I moved further down the hallway, went to the restroom and thought my life was about to end damn!! Then on the other cubicle compartment of the restroom, a guy emerged, he was trying to tuck in his shirt. I locked the bathroom door from behind and walked up to him, face to face, i offered to buy his outfit or take it from him by force. He wanted to shout and i told him if he did, I’d shoot him right there. I wasn’t holding a gun but his best bet was i had the gun concealed somewhere and i may mean what i said. Sharp sharp e commot everything. I removed my clothes too snd gave it to him in exchange. I told him i had no cash, and told him how much my Rolex was in the general market and how much was worth in the black market and i breezed out of the toilet leaving him bewildered. I emerged into the banking hall and asides from the hustles and bustles of the bank, i could see heavily armed policemen trying to make their way into the bank. I walked to where the bank souvenirs were arranged, i picked a black bank that clearly stated the name of the bank and covered my head with it, i joined the queue of people that were leaving the banking hall through the auto slider security door that was operated by one of the security guys. The police guys were outside and one buy one they entered through the same way we were supposed to leave. In no time i was inside that security door one minute jail, and then i was outside. Then i trekked to the gate in a slow but steady pace like that. I got outside, quickly crossed the road without the stupid rule of look right look left then right again, got to the wash station, grabbed my keys I didn’t even pay for the wash, then zoomed off. Chai, e be plenty things. This paper chasing dream don cast me!!!!!

Now i figured, the Maggots on my back, they’d started sucking me lean, I couldn’t remove them, they clinged to my skin like 3D tatoos. As the days went by, they fattened up!! Blood suckers!!! I always had this sick feeling and I understood it was the magot effects. It was atleast surprising to me that after the last fire incident in my Obada Iyana-adigbe Abeokuta House, generally my mindset was set to ‘very expectant’ i was like a pregnant woman in her late trimesters. I understood that at anytime the water could break, i understood that anything could happen, to me, may be devastating, may be death. But whatever it was, i just had to seat there and wait for it as there was no running away. One month after, Omo nothing happened, i only had to worry about the blood sucking parasites on my back, sometimes, these leeches they kinds like walk around my back, it happens at least once a day like I’ve observed, the feeling is like scratching sweetie on your blockos.. sometimes when i start feeling the movement, i clench my fists and close my eyes and just revel in the moment of ill pleasure, and as soon as they stop wandering, i start feeling sick.. they suck blood from me and the feeling is pleasurable.. no wonder, sweet things dey kill..

No be say i no dey commot at all, i left the house but on specific occasions and i always kept to the timing. One hour max.. i smoked in my house, and whenever i run out of supplies, I’d throw an oversized graphical shirt over my head, it conceals the bugs on my back very well, I’d then drive the Lexus to my dealers in Myers Abeokuta.. i go collect bag loud, codeine, refnol pills in satchet, molly and Banku in Gramms. If spirit bring riot, i no wan take clear eye see am!!! But still on still, i knew they were looking for me, I didn’t know what to think, will Baba spill the beans? Or had he done so already? How deep of a shit are we in even.

COURT AJOUNRS BABALAWOS CASE ASKS POLICE TO PROVIDE KILLER RITUALIST YAHOO BOI BOBZY RICHIE!!

That was the top news on the local blog that morning. Chai.. i don cast..to cap the mews all up, was a picture of Baba in cuffs. He had long cuffs in his legs and cuffs on his hand.. he had plenty lumps on his face like undone semo, or semo made by an angry housewife plus the subjected look on his face.. dem touch baba gan niyen oo ah..