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Orente21:
3073566251 first bank.thanks so much

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Orente21:
Me oo

Drop acc

On this thread who wants 2k for the road?
First to comment only.
(Drop azza)
Pos Deposit.

Jaylynn:
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Lol. I'm sorry I had to end it. I can say that I'm not feeling this whole writing thing again

Yes me too I’m not feeling my thing but i still write regardless. Hello what’s your excuse again?

Jaylynn:
Being in Hazel’s den was like stepping on hundreds of hot coals. The cleaver which she had used on me was glistening with blood. Making towards me again, with it lifted half up, she chuckled maniacally, licking her lips as she drew nearer. “You really want to know why I haven’t killed you yet?”
“Enough!” I yelled, clenching my fists in fury. “Why don’t you cut the act and tell me what you really want with me?”
Her eyes went to the bloody edge of the butcher knife, then it lingered on me. “I’d like to tell you a story,”
“I do not want to hear…”
“Really?”
I gave no response but kept mute.
Seeing I hadn’t given an answer, she walked back to where she had come from and flicked her fingers in the air as a majestic chair appeared.
“Great. More tricks.”
“Thought you were weak from the injury caused?”
I mumbled a reply and looked away.
“Good.” she had heard me loud and clear.
Saying I was still inflicted, I thought she was going to respond but instead got just that.
“Ready for my story?” she got herself relaxed on the chair. Giving me no chance to reply, she began—
“Long ago,”
I interrupted with a groan.
“Can you please be quiet?” she arched her brows and made to continue.
Hearing the buzzing sound of a bee—bees—I looked around to see hundreds of bees forming a large circle atop me; an image like that of a screen coming into view.
“Mama. Papa…”
“Do not touch me, you cursed child! I will not let you infect me!”
“But mama…”
“My own parents abandoned me—” she heaved a sigh as she narrated. “I thought they were going to come back…”
I made to say—”…you’re just a character—” but kept shut. Gulping, almost getting the lump in my throat fully down, I listened as she told her story, which I’m sure she knew I already knew.
“Well, I’m sorry,” my lips managed to move. Not knowing what else to say, I looked down at my chest again, feeling slightly irritated by the sight of my blood. Looking back at Hazel again, I found out she had been staring at me, with her lips moving, though not giving any word.
I was lost. For a moment, I couldn’t understand what was going on, plus my head was spinning—or was it everywhere?
Seeing the whole place spin and get my eyes all turned, I was back on the sofa; free and uninjured, with Miranda by my side.
“You’re a good man, Jacob,” a voice got me looking backwards. “You deserve another chance.”
A bright light blinded me as I had a hard time seeing our visitor well.
The living room was quiet again. With things all set and back to the way they used to be, I couldn't help but my smile, turning to my girlfriend.
“Jake, what happened?”
It was something hard to explain—all I could say was; "We had a horrible nightmare, that's what." I wished she'd believe and not go questioning, cause even I found it hard to tell.

~MY CHRISEVE VISITOR

You this geh we will fight o

Omo i was mad as hell but all at the same time in pain. I was mad because he didn’t even ask me. Then i passed out i guess i lost so much blood. If I had died from so much blood loss, I’d have liked it and i believed i lost so much blood to have died bro. I still revived. Sat with my back rested against a stool and watched Baba as he did finishing touches to the new soap. Obviously because I passed I guess he did all the pounding himself. He handed me the new soap and left to do other things atleast to him, that was the end of my session that day. This time, i headed home throught the pained but like the popular lagos street slang, i shined my eyes and gaurded the soap like a treasure.

Street wey i come from
I swear brodaman you go run run
and all my guys dem pullup inna junction
And the girls dem dey shake their booty gan
No dulling moment in my hood
No be all my niggars sabi book
Nothing wey my niggas no fit do
Na pesin wey sabi wey sabi book

Street wey i come from no dulling
I no for for anybody dice is still rolling
Some guys go dey chenk you
If you cashout na you dem go come roll with
But i gat things i wan talk about street wey i come from
I got things i wan yarn about street wey i come from

Bad that street wey i come from
Your girl snitching on you for some hotboi
I see them cops coming with their dane guns
Men protect me like a condom
When you see my bois you go run come
Cuz everyday we Bleep shit up.


My mind hallucinated and it felt like i was completely in my own word. Truth be told i was running out of my mind. I made it home through the pain, damn having 2 half foots seems really wierd. But this would not have happened if i was contented and simply picked a tool and faced life. I actually did but i picked the wrong tool, and the wrong platform, i was then made a tool and had to sacrificed alot but…..

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Wahala ....

So u no get toes as u dey type like this?

#Cruise......

Mehnnnnn the matter loud oooo...

Abegggggg feed us more

Haha bhadguy

Hello Baba, i don loose guard soap oo. (At the other end, baba let out an hysteric laugh like the news to him was a good one he asked me where i was, i told him he then asked me to come back for a new one. New soap? Free of charge? Baba didn’t disappoint lol, with the devil, the smallest drop of water from the devil looks free at the initial stage but that shit gets taxed and the devil as the tax collector come for his tax. A bank ofers you a free loan (is there anything like free with banks?) you take the free loan and they come for you through the efcc citing a case of potential fraud on your end then they try you in court and find you guilty. Thats how the devil operates. Its planting season, The devil offers you a cob of corn, you accept it and go ahead to plant away. Its harvest season youve toiled and toiled to nurture the plants, you even built a scarecrow to scare birds, you look back at your now matured plants ready for harvest mentally you’ve counted your blessings and then the devil happens. He comes not for the farm itself but for the life of the farmer. The farmer pays the price, the devil takes his life, his crops either die and perish unharvested or someone takes his harvest thats how the devil works when you’re on ritual pat. A part that leads slowly and steadily to destruction.


Grace still dey, i never bark. My body no juss calm down.. i went back to baba and omo he didn’t even warn me. Je didn’t even inform me, he didn’t let me decide. I got to his place very tired and in pains and i was lookkng way out of place, needed a bath, medication and like 3 fine hoe loe shoes that’d look past my bandaged feet and take turns to ride my deek till i produce tabioca from my body. Awon desperate hoes. 100k each and they won’t mind my feet. But no i was in Baba’s coven on a math then i doze off ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! I woke up with a jolt from sleep, it felt cold at first then at the same time piercing, sharp. Swift and painful Baba cut my other toes with his axe!!!

Athemisia:
Try selling your books on okakabooks. Great fiction/reality stories you gat here.

Thanks bro never thought about it till now

DSC7:
No be lie sha.....

No1 brown riz abi?

Well sofar e dey puff no shaking.....

Once once man gazz dey on trips....

Olorun.

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Why u no use RAW roll am?

I no carry smoke tools travel ndlea and naija police you know. So it's what’s available here bro


Brown riz naim i use

My own xmas don start, i don carry my fam go village for xmas jarey granpa requested/insisted. And no go wyn this smoke its dealing with my head in a way that i feel i could write till nightfall. Just that dodoatirice2 has taken over my laptop and it’s understandable the other fiction Chronicles Of a pastor that Ordained Himself) is coming up and if you read am and e noor sweet, come collect your read back haha bit seriously it may start even before this one ends. if you think we’re at the end of this piece or almost rounding up (life of a broke yahoo boi) then think again.


But in reality:

I’m smoking the real deal
The chick be eating the seeds from the weed and the sativas that fell while i rolled up. I see it curled up in a corner now, Eyes half closed like it’d die But the devil is a lie, a hawk came and took it to a safer place under my watch. Lucky chap i mused to myself.

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Bro if dem dey give u credit for the story e no too matter.....

Me sef don jam many stories here on FB but dos ones took permission from the writers and still gave them credit...

So it's nothing bro so far u re not paid for it...

Me sef wey dey follow up na for free i dey read am just to dey pass time.....

If to say u put am for sale i for say make u stop make who need am buy the PDF....

I’m going to be a cinematographer, I’m just using nairaland to test my story writing skills. Thanks to everyone

Born2winkingOG
That time hope you know say na cruise i no really mean all those insults wey we trade bros

I just dey kid lol hakeem mafor jaiye loor post post post


Lass lass na for entertainment purposes and people can learn just don’t act like say na you write am. I get plenti fiction wey go still drop for here. This one make i take am do welcome package

dayborlee:
Ahhhhh. Boss. The suspense is just too much, don't stop halfway. We are almost at the glory land...

People dey copy the shii dey post elsewhere na.

amzee:
B4 u know now nollywood go don use am act film titled ''The adversaries of a yahoo guy''

I juss weak bro i no write again

Haakeem:
Hahaha i understand why he was crying.....e no wan lose em other toes and to talk of the pains....dodoatirice my mind been they tell me say some viewers they do copy and paste they carry your tori go post for facebook,if you no go angry,me too wan join them,all ma niggas suppose see watin they sup.permission granted?

Ehn ehn? No wonder dem dey shout update update update chai. Make una enjoy and make dem complete am themselves

Short update:


I pounded in pain and i was being really slow with it then Baba’s assistant finished off the pounding for me, soap was made and handed over. Niggaboi didn’t even pick my calls or return them because i had to go home from Baba’s coven but then again i understood completely why. Baba sha gave me small transport fare and home i went still in pain and my feet was still dripping blood slowly. I was in the bus oo with the parcel of soap that was handed to me with instructions. Nobody really paid me any attention though as most thought i was prob involved in an accident or whatnot. I got to Lekki, normally bus was headed to Ajah.. ilaje was the last bustop but you’d get to Lekki first. I alighted and just as it dawn on me, the bus was way out of sight this time. I forgot the soap in the Ajah bus that i boarded ah aiye mi. I traced the bus to Ajah but sorrowfully, I couldn’t identify which bus or which one had my soap. All the busses looked the same. Then i started crying. I couldn’t explain what was happening to me to people that were asking why i was crying and.

hardeygbolar:
Nice story dodoatirice, I've been reading for a while though this is the first time I'm commenting. I want to point out some stuffs or I need more clarification on it. You said niggaboi isn't involved in any ritual or he isn't fortified at all right? So I wonder how he could successfully collect client details to run id.me, edd or the bec scams he's into. Although I'm not disputing that one cannot use brain to collect client details but mehn its not easy, even if you collect details successfuly, client will still have to send code and also do selfie video verification so this thing no easy mehn, I no believe say niggaboi no use anything o, although it might not be up to the runs of the main fictional character but aboi no fit dey run all those scams with brain alone, even if he go use brain alone, he no go dey cashout steady as you point out. So that why I said I need more clarification Sir.

Still remain your humble fan. One love.

Some people have grace that whatever they do na so so blessing. Id me o, client details o just name it. Small boy for street wey dem teach lotto this night go bomb overnight collect millions. You wey teach am go dey baff soap until your hair white. Na so so change you go collect. Ajeh. Some people sef no need soap � ilno be everything be soap or ritual.

Some people dey buy info dey file benefits amd dem dey cashout steady. Russian hackers dey use soap?