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Bukolaberry:
you finally buy market, osa agba yahoo plus babalawo. bad combination.

dodoatirice:
Quick one:
As i dey pack money inside Gucci Supreme soft carry on Duffle that i bought for one thousand nine hundred dollars ($1,900.00) (you fit google am) naim baba call enter my phone again i still noor pick. I filled the bag with raw cash from the bottom to the top. But na original bag, na still maiye credit card i take cart am. The zipper closed with little or no effort. I lifted the bag through the handle support, unbolted the door to my room i come shock. Yeeh werey, OSA stood hand akimbo with his own bag. All those normal gucci back pack wey dem dey sell for boutique. Kiddo never sabi designer shioor. But all in all, niggar come pack money ni o. “Wetin happen” i asked. Himself wan enter wan come pack money. I asked him if it was my money or his. Nigga noor even send. Abeg shift commot joor.. he noor send! I lock my door, he still stood there. Then i left him there and went outside where my ride was waiting. My mind juss tell me say make i go check inside again naim i see am dey commot for my room door.. door wey i lock. Him fake gucci bag, now pregnant with cash. He strolled pst me unperturbed. I just stood there

T0T0fucker:
damn, dude was the man of the hour during 2 years back
but come this year, he sold his e350, his home appliances broke as hell.
I called him on phone told him about this incision, and he told me they used black powder to rub it after it was cut with a old rusty razor blade. but he wasn't told if it was a pledge or anything.

do you think it must have expired or that incision may work forever?
if you can expatiate more about it, I would really like to know.
I can send you a pic of his if you want, 3 have cleaned but some are left.

T0T0fucker:
Good day can you expatiate more on this.
my cousin brother went to The west few months ago and came with exactly this mark you described on his chest.
just exactly.
on the top of the chest left and right, and the below region left and right, showing vividly when he pulls his shirt.
some were cut four, some three and five.

please explain what it really means

Chimeluv:
We left the club around 6am, most of the customers had gone and the accountants came to do the necessary calculations and deposit some cash in the bank. I wanted to stay back and observe what was going on but i was too tired and i needed my bed. I got home and crashed on my bed without taking off my clothes. I woke up a few hours later, took my bath and i went out to buy lunch at a nearby resturant. I came back and picked up my purse from where i dropped it and removed the contents in it.I arranged the crumpled naira notes i got as tips from customers and counted them. It was about two thousand naira which was not much but it would feed me for a few days.



Let me park here

I spent the next four months working as a waitress in the bar section when i decided i had enough and i pestered my friend to talk to madam to allow me join the other strippers but she declined. I wanted to go and talk to her but i was told by the other girls not to as i could get fired. One of the most sought after strippers named Tessy told me that she had to work in the bar for six months before she started dancing.i was fed up with staring at the heap of naira notes and other foreign currencies on the stage without being able to take anything. My salary as a waitress wasnt much and i had spent a large amount of it in paying for half of the house rent and i also sent some of it to my parents. I had to rely on tips i got from the customers to add to whatever was left in my account. I heard that some of the strippers complain even though their pay was three times more than mine and they got tips from the customers sometimes besides they did not work everyday and i wondered why they were complaining.

DSC7:
Na Baba dey give that kind order.....

Na ur first cash out from Osa gods be this so dem no go give dat kind condition

Xmas is here Brodaman no forget ooo.....

Abegggggg feed us more updates....

Isacar:
oya make we drop aza nhi

DSC7:
Wahala ....

Well sofar Osa no tell u say anybody wey follow u chop the money go follow you carry your cross no problem bring it on

haakeem2:
op nice update hope u go still drop another 1 before mid night fall?

DSC7:
Shey na from the Albino money you wan do giveaway?

Wanbissaka:
you sure say you never chop albino money

Twelvedemon12:
Mehnnn dodoATIrice e come be as if nah your life story u da write so da thing too da accurate.........I come even da fear that your giveaway

Bukolaberry:
thanks for the update, why did he use albino instead of others?

Holla911:
@Dodoatirice
Is babalawo different from ifa ? Do they both do the money ritual thing for intrested people ?
How will you rate the religious belief of Nigeria's according to your exposure and research dedicated to writing this lovely story of yours?
Asking for educational research purpose.

Jaylynn:
IHEANACHO
©Jessica Duru

The people of Umuonta were thrilled when the land knew water again. It had been years since the last rain fell. Several consultations proved the land was cursed.
The day it had rained, a child was born, in a hut not so far from the king’s palace. He laid in the queen’s arms; the happy mother filled with joy. “Now I have a son,” he looked to where his mother—one of the maids she had given to the king—laid without breath. “Throw her in the evil forest!” she said to the guards, not blinking twice.
The queen had yearned for a child of her own, but was unable to conceive. Calling Olamma to assist despite the king’s refusal, she was able to have a child of her own—an heir for the king. “Your Highness!”
King Ahaeze marveled, seeing the child has been born.
“He is here.”
A feast was thrown to celebrate his birth.

Prince Iheanacho grew up to be just like his father. He looked nothing like the queen, but had his mother’s heart. At age ten, he could do some things kids his age couldn’t do.
“Obi, the meat you requested for… is here.” The small boy said to his father’s hearing. He had overheard the king tell Dante, one of the finest hunters in the land, to go into the forest.
Ijetu was known to be the home of really wild animals. Despite this, the little prince had gone and returned unharmed.
“May the gods forbid!” Lolo entered, staring at the child. “My prince, what have we here?” she looked at the wild meat, and back at her son.
“A meat for Your Highness, dearest mother,” he said not like the child he was, presenting the meat. “Father—” he called out with arms outstretched.

The villagers wondered what kind of a child the queen had birthed. He would sit among the elders and contribute when they talked. His wisdom was one they marveled at.
“You are right, my prince.” this you would hear when he spoke.
The queen was starting to get jealous of the boy. He wasn’t her biological son, this made her even angrier. She devised a plan to kill him, asking the maids to prepare his favourite—onugbu soup.
“Let me see how he will talk after eating this food.” She grinned at a job well done after poisoning the food.
Unknowingly to her, the village drunkard was watching from the tree behind the hut. The udala tree was the perfect spot to view everything that was going on inside. The queen thinking she had succeeded, left to call the prince, and met him in the king’s chambers.
“My King, tell me how the lion became the king of the jungle,”
The wicked queen made her presence known. “You never cease to amaze me, my prince.” she said and stretched out her arms.
“Mother!”
The king beamed with all smiles. “He is indeed his father’s son,” he remarked.
Prince Iheanacho smiled, hearing his father praise.
“Your food is ready.” Queen Uchenna announced.

The king and his wife walked out of the hut, the little prince leading the way.
A haggard-looking man appeared from nowhere—a bottle held in the air, with a chewing stick stuck in his mouth. “You… can n-not eat that food—”
The wicked queen called to the palace guards.
“My prince!” the haggard-looking fellow clasped the prince’s hands.
“Do not touch him!” Queen Uchenna pulled the prince away. “How dare you match into my den?”
“Can’t you see he is drunk?” the king spoke at last.
“Mother, what is happening?”
The queen forced a smile.
“Your mo-mother has poisoned the food.”
The wicked queen roared. “That’s a lie!”
“Say the truth or you shall die—” a voice came from nowhere, and the wicked queen fell.
“Eei! I will confess—” an invisible cane came on her back. “I said I will confess na!” she yelled to everyone’s surprise.
“My queen!” King Ahaeze was baffled, and his son not left out.
“Mother, why are you shouting?”
Queen Uchenna shouted again, and said, “I will confess.” she began telling them how she had poisoned the prince’s food and what had happened nine years ago.
“Ah!” the king placed his hands on his head. “Uchenna, i meela—"
The queen started vomiting, and then died at the spot.

Prince Iheanacho grew into a fine young man. He was crowned king when the right time came, and like his father, he ruled…


*THE END*