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I bought the things he asked me to buy, got home, called Baba again to ask him if he was sure nothing had to be done. Okay no wahala, i dropped the call and did as Osa instructed. They did come, i heard s knock, felt their presence. The whistles and rustling. But they left. Me i just clear the area, turned on my laptop and see what j could do that night. On Baba’s end,

Osa Calls me in the morning..

Bros (laughing heartily on the other end. Brosss i no tel you?? Dem wire Baba oo. Chai e come dey shout dey call your name.

Me cutting in (Shebi you no dey coven how you take know

OSa:
Baba no gree me commot na. Me i lock up inside. I no come out. But e shout your name sotey e come dey beg you join.

Me :
Ehn ehn. Omo you sabi work ooo Chai. No worry no worry, i go do like say i noor know, i dey come coven today.

Osa:
I go stil give you the full gist.


Everything is fair in love and war ojarey

Bros shebi that time inside Coven wey Baba tell you say nothing go do you say you no need drop anything this month say dem Ojuju norr tokk. bros many things go do you. Baba wey dey sleep wey dey talk, him noor know say him dey tokk. Him dey reason your matter for him sleep broseeeeh Baba don promise say him go show you because that him leg wey you cut e pain am, and for their meeting wey him and him other spiritualist dey do, dem don demote am. Na you be the first person wey go do that kain thing. ( he reassures me) all this things wey i tokk bros. I know am because dem dey do meeting for here because Baba na the head. So i dey hear all them matter well well. Bross you sef you get mind. You cut AgbaAwo toes Chai. You wicked.. (we both laugh for a bit) he continues. Baba noor fit go meeting like this. Dem don Ban am for life. If him die now.. dem go bury am, him leg go dey outside

Me:
Wetin you mean by him leg go dey outside?

Osa:
See Bross o. Dem go bury am 3 feet for floor no be the normal six feet, them go come cut him him leg share to all the people wey dey the cult. Dem go Bury Baba 3 feet because if person wan initiate to their spiritual cult as spiritualist, na Baba part dem go go dig cut cook for am chop as fresher. 3 feet no too really deep.

Then he went ahead and told me that i needed to avert the impending Sars that would burst me spiritually that night. Because something was supposed to be done that day and Baba decided not to do it so i could get beat just like i did to him.


Bross, go your house, by native plate like sixx, buy six white spotless fowl. You go sit down for floor arrange the plate for your front. Carry each fowl round your head 3 times, you go come slaughter am put the blood for all the plate. Just kneel down with am. Them people go come your house. But dem go see the things wey you put for ground as symbol say na them offend you, as you nooor hear anything from them. Na wetin e mean be that. Dem go come go meet Baba ask am why e noor deliver their message. Me i noor go dey house this night sha.

Sure sure na been busy. Today thank you everybody

Then the rat race began between me and this Baba, one of the very first things he did was to not call me end of the same month as he always did, i even went to see him and he said not to worry, I didn’t need do anything or bring anything, i asked if he was sure and he said he was the mouth piece of the gods and his numerous spirits and case had to close. I just knew something wasn’t right. I was now as humble as a Battery aided door bell that broke. Baba, himself returned to his normal stance as i mentioned earlier. But the tortoise decided to race the hare, it knew I wouldn’t win the race at all, but the willingness to at least try, gave the tortoise a hedge. And there’s a thing with ‘Slow’ Slow with consistency and a little luck becomes Steady. Nobody na island for this life. I left Baba’s place after visiting him end of that month to know whats up. Baba wanted to even the score, he felt used, ridiculed and disrespected when i had that edge over him and in that short while that he was on the receiving end of whatever punishment i was to go through. But he’d decided to finish me and end me by neglecting the things the spirit wanted and gradually he hoped that they beat me to death at some point. How i knew?

I was approaching my car that day, then his assistant came to me and requested for a lift to the junction ad he had errands he had to run for Baba. We hadn’t even ridden very far when i just used scope to ask him. The question i asked was just a play play question because i only wanted to lighten the mood.

Me:
Osa you like this wey dey go buy things for baba dry run him errands, you go don sabi work too oo

Osa:
Ah, i don dey witi Baba since when i dey small, everything naim i sabi.

Me:
You mean say, God forbid o, if Baba pai like this, you fit take over Coven

Osa:
(Looks left and right like we were more than two in the vehicle)
Brosee Eh, Baba no need die, me sef go soon leave am go dey dey run my own level. Na Baba no one geh money, me i wan dey run level for people dey drive (looks around in my Bloddy Benzo) this kain Moto wey you carry put for yanch!

Me:
(As Omo Ogbon wanting more info)
Na lie joor, you wey be say na bring this bring that Baba dey take you do shebi i dey see you.

Osa:
(Now feels Challenged)
Bross, i now wetin i dey tokk. I fit show you small thing sef as we dey go like this.

Me:
Wetin you fit do.

Osa
I fit commot for inside this car wey you noor go open door.

Me:
Oya doam make i see.



He agrees to and then, i was looking at him and trying to focus on the road almost immediately, I’d look in his direction, look back across the windshield to the road ahead and in one split second that I thought i blinked and before my eyes refocused because of the effect of the blink. He was gone. And he was there again. Arrrrh abi werey ni omo yi ni? The same pickin wey i don beat multiple times? Oh so you dey pity my life naim make you no dey fight back all those tume wey i beat you i queried. “Bros i no fit use am fight abi take fight you. Baba go run me down if he know say i sabi. Why you come tell me say make i carry you reach front when you fit juss vanish i querried again. Bross, if you noor sabi me, i come appear for your shop come buy fish, you nor go caput? Werey omo.

Since he talked about money earlier, i reached into my car safe and gave him fifty thousand. He took the money and was visibly excited. Then i asked for his number. Baba no gree am use phone. But codedly, i reached into the safe again and gave him an iphone six that i had left there idling for a long time. Omo. With these things wey i do for the boi inside that car ride. He sold Baba out to me again. Emi omo Ogbon, Omo Beeza Beeza.

105 hypmen on my payroll
Plenti Concubines Eyan Wise Man - Solomon Better OG
Eyan Frosh Of Canada (mofi owo moforun Mofi Sa daiya)

Eyan
JESSICA OG (Better OG)
I look my Garage, too many choices

Eyan
Jamiu Lotto
OOOOG
(I love lexus gan, my next ride na lexus e go be, my next ride after that one na Lexus e go be)
Eyan, Inside my Lexus Suv, Na mopol dey front seat, na me dey owner side dey chat hoelowshow for Malay.)

The Spiritual Sars people them, they were obviously mad at the fact that Baba who was the intermediary between me and them got dragged into the Mix, i took Baba’s freedom the day i cut his feet and Baba took my lemme call it Spiritual misfortunes which was always impending. I was damned sure that the spirits that beat him the other day that made him sick or put it this way, all his encounters with the Spirits that he invoked either for money making or for pure evil, they switched up on him and didn’t really worry me. But Baba’s liberation came too soon. Because I didn’t really know anything, Baba called me and asked me ti see him, it was just me and him in the coven as his assistant was sent to buy things in the native Market.

Then as part of the whole me and baba leg dey inside one trouser, he prepared an Aseje, he made the same thing for me and him based on the fact that our blood were intertwined. I even supervised it and was sure we ate the same thing. As soon as i was done eating, i thought it was only normal for me to relax in my car because i felt drowsy a bit. I got up, made for the door and slumped. 2 days later, i was awake in the coven, my hair scrapped, my fine trimmed finger nails gone. My pubic hairs gone. Then a long incision ran in two’s from the back of my head down to just before my buttocks. I looked at Baba, he’d retained his former mean and no nonsense stance and the hair on his head was no longer there.

sulorog:
Op, abeg tell us how u take poor Na, the story don dey too long and no sweet again as before.

Okay sure, i carry hoelowshoe go house e come die for my hand. Police come come i come go do case. As i come back baba don die. Case closed.

The. Another nigga wey i dey meet for there, this guy I’ve never met him in person, he always calls baba from yankee everytime, everytime. The niiga was in the trenches before, they did white osho for him. Nigga gbera e travel go yankee go settle down, if he understood the consequences of his ritual I don’t know, five years in yankee, for that way e don get money die.. but back in the coven, something represented this dude, somewhere on the wall, his life span hanged in a padlock. It just sat thee, a padlock toed to a very small wooden carved statue that represented a man and Baba from Nigeria helped him carry out rites because he couldn’t come home and the Shigidi tied to a padlock represented this guy. The shigidi was carved in a way that it had a hole in the mouth and from that hole, you could feed it anything. Everytime anything was asked to be dine regarding this dude, his mum visited the coven, took the shigidi and acted on his behalf. If baba told the guy he was going to eat a spiritual meal ebooor, his mum will call him and ask him to stay indoors in America, he’d be stark naked in the privacy of his room and as his mum fed the shigidi particles of spiritual food in baba’s coven, he called back and said he felt food and had to pick particles of meat from his tooth with the help of a took pick. Then Baba praises him each time. Same as if baba informed him that he’d bath a soap, his mum bath the shigidi calling his name with whatever soap baba provided, he calls back and says something like he’s smelling very different or feeling lightheaded. The day wey kasala burst, nigga flee to Nigeria unnoticed, didn’t inform Baba self, he get sacrifice wey e suppose carry as soon as he landed if he had informed baba. But dude loosegaurded and felt he could just hop in and hop out. In the coven, as soon a she probably got into the hotel room he booked, i sat in the coven and notice that padlock snap and it just didn’t snap open like that, it produced smoke as soon as it snapped. I called Baba’s attention to it and he just took the shigidi and asked his assistant to bury it as the beneficiary had loosegaurded and would be minus in no time. If only the nigga’s mum picked her call that night, Baba would have remedied it and averted the then impending doom in her so. But she ignored Baba’s call. Three days after, him G wagon wey be latest, him dribe am go town with ice for neck, then armed robbers trace am go him hotel back, as him say make him drive enter the hotel, 3 guys barricade am, him come open door drm just throway am english for chest like 3 times. Price paid. Small loosegaurd o

Lets go off key a bit:

Short update:
For inside Coven, i meet landlord wey dey bath with him tenant bath water for him mansion wey him build, he purposely left a pipe broken and refused to fix it, at night, he goes to the pipe, wait on any of his tenant to bath, he collects their water waste inside a paint bucket. Anybody wey bath that time when him wan collect am, as the water they commot bathrom dey go drainage, him go just scoop small keep. Every month he dey carry am come coven, he go come take am do spiritual. Him tenants go come get issues for many many place for their endeavors, dem go come dey owe am, him go come dey furstrate dem join, him no dey get work fam to collect rent and sidown dey monitor as tenants dey enter house commot. But him go dey build other houses for town and dem go dey hear. If better ni dey him tenants body again, one by one, mass eviction, mass quit notice. New people, repeat the same process

Jaylynn:
MARRIED TO AN ATHEIST
©Jessica Duru
CHAPTER ONE

The perfume Amos wore was choking me. And the moping eyes from the people around was almost suffocating me, making me unable to breathe.
He asked me to wait, and I did. Appearing again, he handed me a big basket—one so blue. Asking me to place almost two-thousand naira tomatoes in the basket, I looked at him, stunned, still going on to fill the basket to the brim. He didn’t look shy at all taking the basket from me. Taking a card out of his breast pocket, he handed it out nicely, and asked me to give him a call.
Yemisi my co seller, poked her elbow in my belly side and eyed me. “Habib, you don turn big woman o. Ehn ehn! Show me way!” she said and laughed.
Yemisi was a woman in her prime. I took her as a big sister, and liked her because of the way she treated me.
Yemisi was staring all along. I hadn’t noticed this.
I’d completely forgotten that she was there, while Amos went on talking. I must have felt a blush. The hotness of my cheeks made me realize. Blushing because of a stranger? Unbelievable!

The evening light was swiftly coming. I was done with Thursday sales. Having packed all things, I got ready to pick up my kids from the place I had them stay. On my way, I met who had turned out to be the man I’d seen hours before. A car had stopped and wound down. Popping out, two thrilling eyes drilled me from head to toes, two magnificent lips pulling giving way to produce a smile. “Mind if I give you a ride?”
I hesitated for a moment, getting betrayed by my legs. “Good evening,” I said and got in.
The way he smiled made me uncomfortable. “Manners and beauty!” his voice made me nervous.
“48 Idimotu Street…off Siani.” I kept my eyes on the road, dreading make eye contact with him.
The first few minutes was filled with a tiny bit of awkwardness. None of us said a word or even whispered—then;
“Kids… your kids.”
My eyes met his. “Yes?”
“You mentioned kids earlier, didn’t you? How many are they?”
I counted my teeth, just to add a fine touch. “Two,” I said. “They’re two.” I looked back at the windscreen.
“How old…?”
“Two.”
“And your husband?”
I looked at him again. “Why the questions?”
He shrugged and pulled up in front of a white building.
“Why are we stopping?”
“I like you, Habib,”
I felt my sweat drop as he went further to say. “Erm, 48 Idimotu—” his hand touched mine. My countenance fell, and I quickly withdrew. Wanting him to stop, as I said, “Please stop!”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“Can you please drive?” I thought for a moment then made to open the door.
“I’m sorry…”
“I will take it from here,” I got down, and he held my hand. “Don’t go…!”
I yelled in my local dialect—Yoruba, “Please stop touching me!” I said with teeth clenched.
I’m sure he understood perfectly, as he let go of my hand, and watched me leave.
Wasting no time to walk, I moved hastily, having been free, walking downtown, dreading looking back, taking the next turn, as I hurried to where my kids were.

“Ka a ale,” I greeted.
“Ka a ale, omo mi.” Mama Iyabo replied. “Bawo ni?” she asked.
Good evening, my child—how are you?
I replied in English. “I am fine.”
“O dara,”…okay. “Let me go and wake up the kids “
Kowe came out before she could go inside. He looked drowsy while rubbing his eyes. One could tell he had slept to his heart’s content. “Mommy…”
“Eh-eh! You don sleep nah? See your eyes!” I exclaimed.
“He don sleep well, belle full. Na only food remain.” Mama Iyabo followed, handing me their bags. She threw a stern look at me, and said, “Habibat,”
I answered.
“Don’t you think it’s time these boys started school? Their mates have started ooo.”
“But mama,” I scratched my hair. “you know how things are these days. E no easy ooo.” I hung the bags over my shoulder. “Eh-heh, Kowe,” I made to change the subject. “Where is Ayo?” I diverted the woman’s mind, as she said, “He is inside.”
Mama Iyabo was in her sixties. She was one of the women that came through for me, whenever I needed something. She had tribal marks on one side of her face. Although sixty—sixty-five, she had grey hairs and some on the frontal part of her neck.
Kowe said after Mama Iyabo, “Mommy, he is sleeping,”
Mama Iyabo and I, along with him, went inside, finding Ayo on the floor with a pillow supporting his head.
“Ayo!”
His baby eyes slowly opened.
“Jii dide!”…Wake up!
A smile lapped his face and he arose. He yawned sleepily and looked at the three of us. Making out who we were, and where he was, he rose to his feet, almost falling, looked back, as though looking for something, and said, “E kaaro.”
Mama Iyabo and I laughed. “It’s evening,”
He led the way, and we tagged along, surprised.

Kowe and Ayo dozed off immediately we got home. It gave me more time to tidy up the place and keep it clean. It wasn’t minutes long, when someone knocked at the door of our one room apartment and I went to open it.
“Hello?”
Our unexpected guest—
“Amos?” It was the guy from the market…he was at our house.
Afraid to let him in, I came out, wearing a worried look on my face. “How were you able to find me?” I asked wanting to know, and he said, “Habibat, please listen to me,”
I went further to ask, “Did you follow me?”
He clasped my hand and let his ebony eyes linger. “I can’t take my mind off you. Ever since I met you…”
I hushed, and shifted to avoid getting touched. “Please leave,” I pleaded with him. “Leave or I’ll shout and alert the neighbours.”
He asked softly, “Why are you treating me like this? Am I not good enough?”
I placed a finger across his lips. “Please bring down your voice!” I didn’t want him to wake the kids. “We do not want to wake up…”
“Mommy!” Ayo called from inside.
I didn’t want him seeing some stranger, especially one I had met a couple hours.
I wanted to be out of this man’s sight—but unfortunately leaving my house would be just odd. “What do you want?” I drew a sigh.
“I want you,” He sounded ridiculous.
“Who told you that you could come here?” I crossed my arms and asked. “Wait—” I said halfway. “How were you able to locate here?” I asked with my pointy raised.
“Your name.”
I shrugged, not convinced.
“Mommy…”
“We’ve woken somebody up,” Amos said.
“Great!” I huffed and turned around.
Ayo made towards us and I carried him, looking back at the stranger. “Good evening,” he greeted tenderly.
“Say ‘Uncle, good evening’.” I corrected him.
Feeling shy, he buried his head in my neck.
“Hey…boy!” Amos looked pleased seeing him. He took his hand and shook it cutely. I couldn’t resist smiling. He looked like a kid-lover. “Not going to offer me anything?”
I asked, not being able to hold—”Are you a Nigerian?”
He laughed and nodded affirmatively.

* * *

Meeting Amos was the best thing that happened to me this year.
2015…
…a stranger turned friend!
Amos visited more often. Seeing him get along with my kids just right, was the best I’d seen in years! Kowe and Ayo had never felt more comfortable around anyone than with him. Each time he came, he made sure they had plenty of things and never lacked.
The kids looked forward to seeing him and, whenever he missed a day, they’d be all sad and ask why he hadn’t come. “Mommy, why isn’t uncle Amos coming today? Is he sick?” their tiny voices would tell that they were missing him.
Amos was a lawyer. His work often held him, but when whenever he had the chance, he never missed coming.
It seemed I was starting to miss him anytime he didn’t show up. Sometimes, I’d intentionally wait outside, with the hope his car would finally pull up in front.
“Have you been waiting?” a voice called suddenly.
I looked in the direction, acting surprised, getting my arms crossed, as I said, “You’re here,”
“I know you’ve been waiting,” said a tender voice, so nice. His lips spread and out came a smile. A blush coated my cheeks, my face twitching. His scent captured my nose, and my heart leapt with joy. “I love your perfume—” I stopped myself from saying. “Where is your car?” I noticed he hadn’t come out of it.
“It’s at the mechanic,” even the way he said it sounded cute. Isn’t he sweet? Butterflies fluttered in my tum.
“Hope it isn’t giving you much trouble?”
He asked, “Hm?” then said, “Oh, no, it’s fine. How are the twins?” we chatted as we went inside.

How am I doing?

More more more more i be oliver

E get one guy wey escape run come Baba place, that day i come dey there, police dey find am upan down. Dem go murd girl for inside hotel room, the shit come cast. This guy as e come, e cary him ride come. Lexus es350 wey e just buy. This guy and him paddy carry ashewo go hotel room for Ogun state, dem commot for Lagos go run shit for there. Them pick the babe that night come carry her go lodge for hotel, them come lodge together like say dem wan bang the babe together. Ashewo no get choice. Raba dey ground. Dem no fucxk the girl when she dey alive. Them come act like say dem no fo the babe again say make she noor worry say make she sleep (dem come transfer money give am). The two of them gather go hotel bar go dey. 1am for midnight twonof them enter the room again go murd the girl ( just like Baba had advised them). One of them used a pillow to suffocate the banny thereby depriving her of oxygen and in no time, she was cold and numb. Then they used a blade they’d brought aling to scrape the hair in her pubic region and kept it aside. Then the guy with the blade made incisions like we have below in the shaved area,


I I
I I
I I I
II
I I I I
I I


Something like that. We mostly see it with the ifa worshipers. Then they used a black powder to numb the cold blood that appeared from the tiny bits of cut skin in a pattern, they put a candle on the four corners of the bed wooden frame and proceeded to take turns to have sex with the cold dead body. And after they cummed to their satisfaction, they in turn produce a axe from their cross bag, first they put the irun obo (pussy hair) they scrapped earlier into a container for safe keeping, then proceeded to cut off both her breasts, the space in between the ladies legs the pussy part(they cut close to the clitories, they grabbed her panties, her bra and her phone. They careful wrapped the cut parts into a polytene bag that they brought along and three it in a back pack. The while room was a big mess. They went into the bathroom, bathed a soap with local sponge to clean off her blood and for ritual purposes, came back and threw the sponge on the carcass that laid lifeless on the bed, changed into neat nee designer clothes that they brought along in the back pack that now housed the polytene bag that contained carefully wrapped fresh human parts, left the hotel room and self checked out. They were long gone snd back to Lagos before the management would suspect the horror but there’s more to the tale of his escape and back to Baba’s coven for help.

Back to the real matter abeg. Time dey go, plenty pages still dey. Nothing wey you do wey go please people. Now back to the matter everybody. I kuku no dey front page say i kill pesin.

Our God is a gentle soul, the devil be everywhere. Loud, arrogant, proud and lousy.

Jaylynn:
Kowe and Ayo were their names. After Alabi Ijenu died, I ran away and sought refuge in the outskirt of Ibadan, with the kids, not bothering to go back home, to where my parents kept begging me to come.
I wanted to start anew. A fresh start for my adorable kids.
Raising them wasn’t any easy. Though my co wives treated us not any less, I thought leaving the big house was a much better choice.
Over there, used to be a bit—shall I say?—less filled with work. Now I had to labour all day just to make money, to be able to feed our hungry mouths.
Kowe and Ayo were growing up really fast. I couldn’t wait for them to be much older so they’d join me alongside.

The daily sales brought so little. With the economy hard, and the country’s situation, we hardly made enough money to last us through the day.
I sold peppers in the market alongside tomatoes. The suffering wasn’t really paying, until one day a man passed by and stopped in front of me.
“Buy your fresh tomatoes. Your fresh, fresh tomatoes here!”
“Um, excuse me?”
He looked pretty good-looking. I doubt he’s ever been in the sun for days. “Your fresh tomatoes, Sir,” the ‘sir’ or ‘Ma’ word had been a way I liked to address the old. Not that this man was old. I chose to address him, since I knew so little about him.
“Forget the tomatoes,” I thought I heard him say. “What is a beautiful girl like you doing out here?”
I felt embarrassed. I wondered why he was speaking in such way. Is he not from here? I gave a half smile and said, “I do this to feed my kids. Do you have a problem with that?” Mom and dad had taken me to a well-polished school before that awful man ruined it all. It wasn’t hard blending in. I’m sure he was surprised, from the way he looked at me.
“Amos,”
I wasn’t sure if I should tell him mine. “Habibat.” I said, smiling.


Y'all ready for chapter one? Light's been misbehaving here. I swear, it's annoying
...for someone who is using phone to type all these words You know how easily the ba3 dies

Madam buy power bank joor you will thank me later. I use an iphone too. Backed by a 20,000 mh single user power bank.

School of thought : On this thread, we are talking about the devil, so devil must dey. That one dey

Born2winKingOG:
Mumu boy dodo, you don dey spoil this good thread with your own hands dey form giveaway.

You know the amount of amaljiri when dey this nairaland?

You fit satisfy them?


I was once like this on sexuality section, trying too hard to buy love, to buy fans...sooner I realised this people give no 2 cents about you.


Wetin dey pain me self na the good piece of artwork when you won turn to child's play.
Like say na small children play we de do here.




If you won share money create new thread, invite all The almijiris go there.
Nobody stop you.



but guyman nor spoil this thread, I use jah beg you, na good work dey here... keep it strict on business.


You fit surprise one of my friend when dey malaysia dey read this story.


I know say na your thread but Use your brain.

I nor talk pass so.

Hmm okay no wahala. I go cancel am be that. I know say nobody send me.. its just agive back for the views and mentions only for selected people

Very short update:

As dem don exchange shit, that meant they’d live together forming hustle kingdom. But the down side was what baba didn’t tell them, four boys, but one head go buy the other out eventually, the stronger head lives on, the weaker head of the pack dies mysteriously taking the fall for all three. I bet they didn’t know this. I still dey Baba wey till evening when one of the boys called and said one of them just cashed out massively and they were still waiting for the cashouts of the other 3. Baba naim tell me say, the one wey cashout naim go die as him go soend money for 2 months come die, if him come die, the other ones go come start to dey gbera. But those ones sef na only nine month dem go take soend the money, na only the one wey get string gead go enter one year mark. As all of them go die one way or the other. Na them want unexpected mulla, e fon come and equation must balance last last. Those were young blood!

Third bottle today.

I miss civilization abeg

As Baba sick, e be like say Spiritual government come Ban Spiritual sars from highway for awhile make e for take recover the beatings wey e chop wey come accumulate.because for like 2weeks na him assistant dey call me dey give me update back to back. Because for sure at that point, me and Baba we needed ourselves as I wasn’t ready to liberate baba, why i go liberate the old man when na him loose gaurd, shebi dat night i was sleeping when he used his axe to cut my toes without my consent making me go through the pain and the foul smell that shea butter masked when I went outside. Na the main thing make me cut him fit be that. Every nigga that types away on an iPhone, wey carry saggy jean get tattoo if him never plus am na dangerous person no matter their personality before they took on the hustle. He come plus am, he’s no dangerous then but more Dangerous this time. Joe lets leave the if e never plus am Part. Lets revert to when e just start.

Young Broke dude nineteen years old, high school graduate, e come start yahoo and funny thing is, one big brother for street dey always see the transition of the dude in question. That one come teach am the basics, nigga sabi basics finish, come dey hustlefor street. E still never plus am o. And you think say at dome point e nor go frustrate? Welcome to the streets dude. Dayo no dey bath soap na dating e dey do. But the same dayo dey dey with niggas wey dey bath soap dey collect steady. When him norr go chop shit?

I Go Baba coven one day like that men i no be visitor again, so i sat in the ritual proceedings of this young dudes, when I got to the coven, baba wasn’t there initially i met him outside putting things together. I got into the coven to wait for him and i met this guys, they sat in a straight line, Baba made them sit from the eldest of them to the youngest. In a straight line like that spacing then and in between the space that separated them, there was a native plate and whole bread beside each plates belonging to each individuals. On the wall to the right of the room was their laptop and phones placed against the wall Labeled with their names. Then Baba’s assistant from the outside brought in 4plastic bag and Baba’s assistant dropped it by each individual. Baba came in and asked me if i was going to wait and be with them or i could excuse myself out if the room as i may not like the view of the processions for the boys. I told him he could carry on as I wouldn’t disturb them.

Then Baba gave instructions, that what they are about to eat, no matter how unedible it felt in their mouth or no matter how odd it tasted, theyd have to make faces and act like they enjoyed it and they mustn’t say a-word to each other but they were allowed to ask themselves if they were enjoying what they were eating. Then he told them to cross exchange the plastic bag that contained a something like a lump or something I couldn’t put my hands on but whatever it was i kept observing.

Then one on one, they did a one time exchange of plastic bags. And each of them tore it open and poured the contents inside the native plate. All four of them did. And a foul smell enveloped the room. This boys cane with their own poop and now they’ve exchanged it so for example

Boy A.
Boy B
Boy C
Boy D

Boy A exchanged his own personal poop with boy D

Boy B too Gave his own Poop to Boy C and that was how an exchange of poop took place between them. Then they cut the loaf of bread open and just like eating bread and ewa agoyin beans the local local way where you dipped your bread in the sweet smelling specially made beans oil letting your bread soak in the momentum of heated beans oil and scooping the beans and putting it in your mouth morsel by morsel. It was the exact way dem boys were rating their respectively exchanged poop. Funny thing they did as they were told and acted like the bread and poop combination bits by bits was edible and sweet on their tongues.

Boy A to Boy D:

Jide hope say my shit sweet?

Boy D to Boy A:
E sweet Baje na better thing you chop come shit this shit my gee. Chop knuckle (they chop knuckle).

So they asked questions like that till they were done eating every bit of it. Them finish proceedings Baba went out for a brief after telling them congratulations. And i asked them what their age was. 15, 17, 19, 20.

mokoh:
Boss we they wit u abeg remember me

I dey with you OG.

But wait bros, abeg gimme permission, this your monkier go sweeet well well for another fiction for another date.

Can i use it?

Wonderz1:
Baba dodo this your write up na masterpiece you no know how helpful this your story don be for me thanks baba
Jehovah go continue bless you
Me Kwa I day available for giveaway
2215648792 zenith bank Stephen chijioke

Thank you OG

Dukio:
I too gbadu this nigga tori.......much love blood

Plenty Love Og

tammyf:
@dodoatirice ,I'm an introvert n don't talk much.but I'm forced to say thank you for thiscwrite up.each day I login to seecyour update .more importantly I have helped a brother who wanted to go into rituals for money.he confided in me dat he is tired of life and this is wat he wants to do.i sent him this link and he called me this morning and said he has changed his mind .he won't go into it again.thank you once again .you have saved a soul from torment.

You’re welcome, the aim is to educate youths, i noor say make dem no find money, but e get some kain money wey you go find, come get, small time the money go come dey after your life. I’m happy you’ve through this peace shown someone the light.

Sorry, i was going to try on the giveaway last night. But services dey do anyhow.

My top readers and top commenters from the very beginning and then the rest will follow. I’m going to drive into town today and will notify the thread asap. Noor vex people if na Ajah i dey, i for don run many many for una.

But stay tuned as i will keep y’all update. But truth be told, Saturday na xmas ke??

Short Update:
As all of dey run upandan to escape Sars, (Spiritual Sars) na hin Baba dey shout

“eni ori yoor odi ile”
“He who had an head start make e no wait dey run go house”.

Baba no even need hype dem Spiritual Sars for me as wetin dem do me na experience enough for me. For my mind, you tokk you nor tokk, me i don dey Japa already. Na so only me come hear say Baba dey shout oro o oro o oro o dem Spiritual Sars catch up with am deal with am mercilessly. He come sick

2 days nain Baba take call me back to back, the third day, i just say make i pity am as inpick like this.

“Make we firget the thing wry happen, like this like this, fire dey our roof. E get one soap wey we go bath for market square abeg come make we come bath am abeg”

I wouldn’t have minded him, but ad he was soesking into the phone he coulfld heat his pain whimpers on the other end like someone was beating him a stroke at intervals. And the fear i sensed. I would still discard it when Baba made me understand that

“ you noor go reason wetin happen that night because that one don go. And na the same thin wey you do me i wan do you but i no go try that one again you go need come because if you noor come, the Osu spirits would visit and beat the hell out of everyone in my family that we shared blood with and his family too and many bodies would drop as the bath was the only solution and as that would stand as an assurance of my own loyalty to then and to the success they brought along with them to me”


But since Baba was the third party between me and them and now his blood was involved too, they came for him instead.


“You wey you carry light for head, you come go off you think say moon no go shine”


I arranged and met him outside his coven and i came in company of Shaggi. I made the others stay and omly Shagii bounced me to the venue. Around 1am (midnight) Baba and his assistant started the ritual. Empty local market square that of course no trader was in site. Shagi stood and watched from a distance as i had already paiid him specially to keep is mouth shot and made a fake oath with him and because say money dey involved, from a distance duting the precedings. I saw him straight faced. Why this werey no go join military i thought to my self then i realized I shouldn’t be thinking about him when i mever know wetin go sup for this bath for market square as i don get trust issues and i no trust this Baba again. But something dey wey be say e pass you. Baba put my sponge and the soap o was gonna bath into a calabash, did the same for his own too in a separate calabash, he balanced it on his head and asked me to do the same for mine. I did now baba took a stroll doen the line ups of tables that belonged to deferent ware owners during the day hawking away into the night and asking me to follow him and do the same. We shouted ontop of our voices to the thin hair asking people to come and buy what we balanced on our head minding the fact that no one was in that space. Just a cluster of benches, ware table, localy made stores and a cluster of dirt that spawned across the stretch of the whole market square. We hawked along a long list of tables when i felt something undern grab my arms and released it, my calabash fell and the soap and the sponge hit the earth. Baba asked me to pick it up saying congratulations to me and that i could go back to meet his assistant as he hadn’t felt what i felt and the same thing had to happen to him too .

As soon ad i got to his assistant, that one gave me a pail containing water and asked me to start bathing my own soap immediately. As i was bathing the soap, it was getting warmer and warmer and the sensation stopped. I looked far ahead to see if Baba had gone through the same process when i saw him running towards us. He was been attacked by a swarm of unseen spirits and as soon as Baba’s assistant saw this, he took to his heels

ehn omo awo re igbo ma ni yen ke??
The son of the priest has japa.

Emi gan thank God say i don bath dress up i japa follow the boy and Shaggi and baba came running after.

I will fight with you this geh.. why is it short na na when e come dey sweet you come kill am chai! Can you make heaven like this?

dayborlee:
I swear... You supposed chop award on top dis story of yours. Like seriously i only go to the sexuality section to read sex stories not knowing there are other interesting stories like this that does not need sex scenes to make it interesting......
I'm up for your giveaway bro. God no go shame us bro

Thank Boss
Stay glued

dayborlee:
More ink bro.... Suspense wan kill person

One love Boss

Na so i bounce commot for there, back into the coven, locate the compound, made straight for the gate. Gate noor open dem don lock am as we always did whenever we wanted to do a big operation eg burying someone alive of other things like that. I jump fence amd to the other side, my car had left where i parked it originally, I didn’t even stop to think about it, i made way into the night, as i was running away from Baba’s coven, i heard baba calling after me to wait. Wait ke as i was running into the dark colored night, i could hear Baba’s voice trailing of after me. In the face of death, even a dog will ttry to give a final push. Na why dog dey shit for body if hin don know say dem wan take am do 404!

Then I finally stopped running and tried vatching my breathe and to figur out what my line of action was from that point. I felt a tingling bitting feeling on my wrists, obviously the effect of punching someone’s teeth and knocking it off. I wiped away the gritling blood that had gathered there and this time i walked along the empty street and was trying to find where the highway was. Na so i jam vigilante people dem, those ones noor hear anything, dem certify say i noor be thief but i hawk stone till day break i come go their office for morning say i no go waka again that kind time. I no even know say stone wey i hawk better. As i commot vigilante office on bail, na hin Baba call me for morning, i pick na him assistant talk, Spiritual Sars enter coven give Baba Special treatment overnight.

50 years old maaaaaaaaan!!
You think say you dey wise
Because you don dey invoke spirit you think say dem noor fit touch you

Is there a bible verse that specifically said

“Dont smoke weed”

Ema fa igbo?


I forr don do giveaway but this village get as e be. I’ll try today if not tomorrow.