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I got back to my home and cleaned up the whole place, That coward line Baba used for me just dey make me para. But Nothing out of place happened at my crib for like the next four days or so and in between that time, i had fixed my laptop (i could have bought a new new but I wasn’t to go sleep at Baba’s coven for sever days fortifying the lappy) so fixing it was the ideal thing at that point. I continued my hustle but i was very much on the Alert. (Baba gimmie plenty Ot so no qualms)
Jago’s soul was a lost one, Baba’s intel was. Jago’s soul only came to torment amd that his soul was a spil, a lost one. (Something that was rejected in the land of the dead because he’d been used and his corpse was incomplete. He’d be rejected because a soul that was cut short and used for rituals would end up with a tormented and rejected soul in the land of the dead. (Just be like say make person dey very tired and sleepy, make dem come prevent am from sleeping)

Four days later, Nigga showed up and flickered with the lights as a way to announce his presence. I saw typing away on my laptop, thyping away scope and my latest maye dey chop am seh. Na so this werey off light. I navigated my phone and turned on the flash. I wuickly made way to the tv shelf and produced a 2 red candles. Jmside the drawer was where i kept my smoking accessories. Left over weed, lighter, rizzlar pack and crusher. I Frantically searched for the lighter because this time Jago was lodged somewhere in the upper wing of the house and was talking to me but to himself and i could make out every word.

“Guy you go gimme my meat oo
I need my meat today today
(Then some inaudible murmuring followed)
Wananiwaniwaniwaniwaniwaniwaninwi

I found my smoke lighter and lit the candle. Placed one o the door of the main entrance inside then put one on the first stair case.


Then i called him out. JAGO! (Silence) JAGO!! JA (he cut me short mid and then answered

(Wa ewo ni gan oden pe oruko mi omalaya oo)

Angrily retorts at why i was calling his name amd telling me how i was suddenly bold to be able to stand up to him and be calling his name when i clearly was the one that sent him to where he didn’t want to go and still stressed the fact that he needed his meat. I grabbed the candle on the stairs and proceeded up the stairs singing one of Baba’s spirits summoning song as i gently but slowly climbed the stairs and approached the upper area of the house steadily. By this time, jago was now musing to himself, now talking about what he wanted to be in future, the things he wanted to achieve amd his 2 year old kid in the Village) i had at this time completed the climb up the stairs. As soon as he stopped talking. Blew the lights off the candle and saw him standing right by the door of my room, the same very mean face. He looked like he’d beat the hell out of me at any moment.

Once i was outside the house, i forgot i left my phone inside. I had no access to funds too as my wallet which contained my cards was inside the house too and access to my bank account for transfers was right on the phone that was inside that meant i was stranded without my phone or my wallet. And that also meant I wouldn’t be able to call Baba because even if i was going to use someone’s phone, I didn’t know Baba’s number too of my head. I was outside til around 11pm then i summoned courage and decided to go back to the house as i was really stranded without my phone, wallet or Car. On getting back to my house, just before i went in, i didn’t nthe sign of the crucifix but suddenly I remembered it was a useless thing. I bet at this point, gGod no even send me make we noor talk Jesus wey dem carry knack for cross. I gently pushed the small gate open as slowly as i could like pikin wey wan thief meat for midnight. ( i was expecting the gate to do film but e no do film). The thing open, i was like half body in and half body out , leaning against the gate and putting one foot inside snd the other one outside, i peeped inside and scanned the terrain. My cars sat there innocent like they had good intentions, every where in the compound seemed calm. I let my eyes wander to the main building and the edifice sat there as calm as it could. From the window blinds i could tell everything was calm as the lights were on and I disturbed. I then stepped into the compound but left the small gate ajar just incase. Slowly i walked the length of the compound and arived at the main entrance. I hesitated for a brief moment and turned the handle to the door, it unclocked and i pusjed it open slowly and carefully like a rebel child that went clubbing and returned to his parents home in the middle of the night.

I left the door to the main entrance Ajar as well. Inside the house, the lounge sat there undisturbed, my laptop sat where i sat previously. I approached the gadget, grabbed it, closed the lid and tucked it under my arm as i still had other things i wanted to Grab. I felt like I was running against time. I spotted my phone on the tv shelf, I grabbed it. Wallet wallet wallet damn wallet was in my room upstairs, car keys too upstairs damn! Fuvk the cars or the keys, the important thing right now was my laptop and my phone that was in my possession. I made to go out then upstairs, my bedroom door opened and my Benzo keys and my wallet hit the ground. Like someone had grabbed it for me and threw it. I was going to run outside like i did previously and thank God the main entrance door was ajar, so was the gate that led to the street. I ran towards the door and just before i got to it, the door flinged itself shut and lights went out again this time. I hit my head on the door frame and flinched in pain. My laptop and my phone left my under arm grip and crashed very hard on the floor. I turned around in pain, trying to get a hold of myself. I finally did in that darkness and suddenly the lights turned back on. For a brief moment, Jago sat there looking at me no flinching, he looked transfixed and then he wasn’t there again. Just like my laptop and my phone, i hot the tiled floor and was there unconscious for awhile.


I woke up with a headache, morning was upon us. When I finally sat up and processed everything before my blackout. Yepa. I looked around, my phone was laying helplessly on the ground just like i was a bit earlier. So was my laptop. My phone survived with minor injuries but laptop didn’t make it as the screen gave out. I suddenly remembered Baba and hat sort of gave me a little hope. I rang his number and he didn’t pick. I finally stood up, examined my laptop, for sure it had to be worked upon. I set it aside. With one mimd i grabbed my wallet and the Benz key, then i made to go outside. I had to go to Baba’s place if he picked my cal or not. Then my gaze trailed the flight of stairs and it had blood stains all the way to the upper quarters. (Dried blood). I didn’t even bother to check what’s up in my room. I ran outside again. I ordered a ride and headed for Shagamu. Things just caput so fast. I got to Baba’s coven and i understood why he didn’t pick my call. He was in a meeting with his group of spiritualists. I waited for him in his hut and when he finally had my time, he came in the hut and sat down facing me as he always did. I went into details and he listened all through without saying a word. I finally ran out of steam and Baba’s silence was really really awkward.
He’d speak up and told me i was a chicken hearted fool. He buttressed his insult further saying me that he’d fortified and one mere tormented soul was using me to catch cruise. We spoke at length and i thanked him and went my way. Now i knew what to do. Baba no even gimmie anything make i use but the next time person ask me for meat, i go describe abattoir way for am.

Once i was outside the house, i forgot i left my phone inside. I had no access to funds too as my wallet which contained my cards was inside the house too and access to my bank account for transfers was right on the phone that was inside that meant i was stranded without my phone or my wallet. And that also meant I wouldn’t be able to call Baba because even if i was going to use someone’s phone, I didn’t know Baba’s number too of my head. I was outside til around 11pm then i summoned courage and decided to go back to the house as i was really stranded without my phone, wallet or Car. On getting back to my house, just before i went in, i didnthe sign of the crucifix but suddenly I remembered it was a useless thing. I bet at this point, gGod no even send me make we noor talk Jesus wey dem carry knack for cross. I gently pushed the small gate open as slowly as i could like pikin wey wan thief meat for midnight. ( i was expecting the gate to do film but e no do film). The thing open, i was like half body in and half body out , leaning against the gate and putting one foot inside snd the other one outside, i peeped inside and scanned the terrain. My cars sat there innocent like they had good intentions, every where in the compound seemed calm. I let my eyes wander to the main building and the edifice sat there as calm as it could. From the window blinds i could tell everything was calm as the lights were on and I disturbed. I then stepped into the compound but left the small gate ajar just incase. Slowly i walked the length of the compound and arived at the main entrance. I hesitated for a brief moment and turned the handle to the door, it unclocked and i pusjed it open slowly and carefully like a rebel child that went clubbing and returned to his parents home in the middle of the night.

I left the door to the main entrance Ajar as well. Inside the house, the lounge sat there undisturbed, my laptop sat where i sat previously. I approached the gadget, grabbed it, closed the lid and tucked it under my arm as i still had other things i wanted to Grab. I felt like I was running against time. I spotted my phone on the tv shelf, I grabbed it. Wallet wallet wallet damn wallet was in my room upstairs, car keys too upstairs damn! Fuvk the cars or the keys, the important thing right now was my laptop and my phone that was in my possession. I made to go out then upstairs, my bedroom door opened and my Benzo keys and my wallet hit the ground. Like someone had grabbed it for me and threw it. I was going to run outside like i did previously and thank God the main entrance door was ajar, so was the gate that led to the street. I ran towards the door and just before i got to it, the door flinged itself shut and lights went out again this time. I hit my head on the door frame and flinched in pain. My laptop and my phone left my under arm grip and crashed very hard on the floor. I turned around in pain, trying to get a hold of myself. I finally did in that darkness and suddenly the lights turned back on. For a brief moment, Jago sat there looking at me no flinching, he looked transfixed and then he wasn’t there again. Just like my laptop and my phone, i hot the tiled floor and was there unconscious for awhile.


I woke up with a headache, morning was upon us. When I finally sat up and processed everything before my blackout. Yepa. I looked around, my phone was laying helplessly on the ground just like i was a bit earlier. So was my laptop. My phone survived with minor injuries but laptop didn’t make it as the screen gave out. I suddenly remembered Baba and hat sort of gave me a little hope. I rang his number and he didn’t pick.

Chai up arsenal Saka don score

Ha no, everything na cruise hehe na him come know

Bukolaberry:
dodo peperempe Jago is back for his meat o, I can't wait to see the magic baba will do concerning this, your story na perfect definition of vanity, hope you and your niggar don settle una scores because you really carry the matter serious of which I am sure your niggar is just expressing how he felt concerning the update and it's normal just that we all have different ways of doing that, and as a writer wey people dey gbadun expect more of that.

Kpakam:
Dodoatirice,nice one,u are doing well,but make una nor spoil this thread with quarel,let sleeping dogs lie,abeg

sure i don carry sacrifice untip hin mata. Stay tuned

Haakeem:
Abeg op no mind that badbelle man....just continue giving us sweet updates

Na multitasking jarey bro.

Arsenal abeg beat newcastle ooo

I just dey my house dey flex jeje o, the Lg soundbar filled my space with trap music (trap ni monje ni time yen, around 6pm oh, my gate guy had gone to see his people for the weekend and i had decided not to go anywhere till the next day So that left only me in the whole Duplex. I was very relaxed that day and on the sofa i say my laptop sat next to me as i was using my mac to play songs and at the same time reply text messages in my google voice number. The house was designed ina way that The lounge (sitting room) was downsatairs same as the kitchen but all the rooms (master bed and other rooms say upstairs). Bivtch don’t kill my vibe na so i hear loud crash upstairs. Wetin be that one, i ascended the flight of stairs that led to the uper rooms and as soon as i completed the flight up the connection of stairs, i figured the sound came from inside my room which was the master bed. I came fave to face with my bedroom door and tried to grab the door handle when the handle twisted itself and the door gave way like someone had opened it from behind. So that action i wanted to initiate that completed itself just left me dazed. I just stood there frozen, amd i could see inside my room but didn’t go inside yet. Something then brought me back to reality with a start. Downsatirs, the 24savage track that i was enjoying before stoped right in the middle of the 3 minute long song which made me throw a-glance downstairs and this time the Tv had shut off same as the soundbar. I turned to face the former situation that left me dazed which was my damned bedroom door opening by itself but this time it had shit itself. Door wey close by itself because say i look downstairs in a split. Yeeh. Wetin be this. I ran down the flight of stairs, and tried to open unbolt the door of the main entrance that led to outside my compund where my bloddy cars were packed, i tried and tried to unlock this door by twisting the door handle, it kept twisting but it didn’t open. This time i had been sweating profusely. Then the power to the entire building cut and the lister generator still stayed on but inside was dark and quiet. I froze on the spot expecting the inevitable. Then i head sounds in the kitchen like someone was looking for probably a cutlery. Or something like that. The lightd in the kitchen suddenly came on and turned of simultaneously like someone was in there playing with the light switch. This went on for anout 2 minites then stoped. Everywhere dark again. Then my bedroom door flunged open again upstairs and I’m telling you someone called my name from above asking me to give me back his meat.

“Joor bami gbe eran mi
Aran ni mi
Maje kin binu si e
Bami gbe eran mi”

“Please give me back my meat
I’m feeling alot of uneasiness
No make me vex for you
Give me my meat”

As soon as i heard that, it took another 5 minites of silence and me having my heart in my mouth. Then the light restored and the music that was playing before resumed from where it stopped. I swear, the door to the main building then unlocked by itself. Them no tell me, i know say i set new world record for relay with the race wey i pick. Na that day i know say, if something wey pass you pursue you, you go jump fence wey electric wire dey.


Note: anticipate my next work 2022

Kpakam:
Dodoatirice,nice one,u are doing well,but make una nor spoil this thread with quarel,let sleeping dogs lie,abeg

Sure Boss, everything Na cruise.

Haakeem:
Op more pls.. as for the next fiction story....hope e go make pass this one?Shey u go add more sweet sweet ingridient to that one?Op u are doing well.

Sure if you never add maggi to soup e nor dey sweet. A touch of realism and plenti plenti sugar is that not what makes fiction interesting? If only i was a writer and i could make use of perfect punctuation and paragraphing e for sweet me gannnn

Make i dey anticipate my next fiction against February 2022

Soon as i touched down lag, Baba asked me to come bath oshe Asegbe, A spiritual type of soap that if you did anything Evil, you’d bath it and they’ll not trace anything back to you as he explained). Baba insisted i bath it anyway after i argued that I didn’t think anyone could trace Keno’s unbelievable act and that, I didn’t kill Keno, Keno ws the one who’d be arrested and tried. Baba made me understand that some people had powers too and someone might decide to investigate Keno’s act spiritually especially people from his family (and that was pretty logical). I bath the soap, returned to Baba’s coven and then Baba gave more intel. He told me he actually worked on Keno and Sammy Wire, but the spell only worked for Keno because he was just an ordinary human and his spirituality was very low hence why the casting worked on Keno. Sammy nkoor, Baba said regarding him, i needed to let sleeping dogs lie and that Sammy couldn’t be touched. I asked why. He laughed and then gave intel on it. Sammy and me we Spent the same bloodied money, just that, his own cashout just started and i was richer than him. But he had the Some Baba too just like i Have Baba and his coven.

Baba then bursted my bubble saying, i reality, Sammy could be cashing out and that i was lucky i went at a time he he had just doubled his hustle and started making money. (Let me quote Baba).

“Shey you know say that bobo wey try poison you na the same blood money una dey spend?
God save you say na wen that Bobo juju pick na him you go go follow am drag supremacy..
That bobo wey you see so if you go drag with am next month, he go use money Pursue you commot for that place wey una dey flex.
If you go meet am next year, he go don get money pass you, all the money wey you think say you get e plenty pass, na change e go be for that boy”

I asked Baba if he was wyning me with saying the boy go get money pass me say na God save me the last timeout say the boy juju just dey gbera dey come. Baba told me to open my ears. He then went ahead and explained the type of money ritual the Nigga did.

Sammywire’s spiritualist must have given him all the options and he settled for the one with the hen.

“Gbenuesoun (Baba quipped after i cut him short with my “shey you dey wyn me question”)
I tell you say person go get money pass you leave am like that. That bobo wey you dey see so, if you go meet am in 3/5 years to come, na him Grave yard them go take you go and no think them bury am like them dey bury person, na him body parts them go deposit for the coffin Bury because the kain die wey e go die, na him clothes him family go take recognize am.

Na Chicken blood money the guy do.
And that one mean say, them dig ground bury chicken for days, spiritually the chicken go survive am, then they’d retrieve it and tie it to a stake in the open, the Beneficiary of the spiritual juju go come carry Corn wey dem don soak spiritually and try to feed the chicken (which of course must have been hungry for days). The Beneficiary then pours out a handful of corn seeds on the floor. As soon as the corn seeds hit the earth, at that point is where the Beneficiary’s fate is decided. If the chicken no chop anything for the corn, he go die and that one mean, the Beneficiary head no carry the Juju and him self go die mysteriously in 3 days. If the chicken come pity am chop just one single seed, the Beneficiary go get money die but only for one year before e die like chicken. If the chicken chop 3 seeds come die, na 3 years the Beneficiary go take get money like sand but himself go die like Chicken after 3 years if the chicken chop 6 seeds come die, na 6 years the Benefi go take get money like sands of the earth but e noor go use pass 6 years before e die like foul. (He stressed further) na why that Bobo dey spend money anyhow for that place wey you go, na why if you go nextmonth, him go use money take disgrace you commot. But that Bobo no go use pass 3years for this life.”

He then asked me if i got the point as to why he said I couldn’t match Sammy. I told him i got the point, thanked him and left. Everyone to his own demons.

Hahahahahahahaha
Make we continue tomorrow, i dey type one long update

Born2winKingOG:
hahahaha.

from pos vendor to manager....at least I nor be ritualist like you.
hahahaha

Born2winKingOG:
no car,

but I get filling station.

hahahaha

Oh that says it all, manager of a filling station. Hmm i won’t reply you again ode!

I’m just one responsible gee. You can see it here.
You nor even geh car ode!

Born2winKingOG:



na shisha be that abi na wetin.



dodoatirice observe Wetin dey table here..na wetin men dey take to calm pressure.

fûck of here kiddo

I nor reply you again,

i say make i do small cruise with that OG ni, i no know say e go long like this. I for don drop plenty update.

DSC7:
Nawaooo....

Dodoatirice u dey para ooooo

2secs u just off Kennedy based on little altercation......

Abegggggg give me update wey i go read till night fall

Na your type i dey see dey run cross road if i dey carry my pikin go school inside ac wey dey chill. You go carry crossbag and powerbank.

Born2winKingOG:
wetin be the meaning of alaye, nor be small boy it mean.


hahahaha.

I nor be Yoruba bush boy o, I be deep south.

hahahaha


small boy, go through my abandoned born2win account and feed your eyes.
we nor be ritualist, But we nor dey beg money to buy lappy

Ah wereeay shebi you dey show your mango juice from six months. Werey omo

Born2winKingOG:
wetin be the meaning of alaye, nor be small boy it mean.


hahahaha.

I nor be Yoruba bush boy o, I be deep south.

hahahaha


small boy, go through my abandoned born2win account and feed your eyes.
we nor be ritualist, But we nor dey beg money to buy lappy

I be alaye sure you don see small thing. If i come dey show you throw back nkoor??

6months ago nigga hhheheh

Born2winKingOG:
na just the alaye childish act, dey vex me

On God tho.

Thankfull though!

Born2winKingOG:
all pics taken down, make i go open my pos store.

I dey lose 100naira like so

Six months ago jesus nigggaarr you no need show me say you chop pixxa six months ago na. Oya mo foor make i show you small thing.

Thank God the thread is moving up numbers keepnit coming please and in order words,

I hope i can finish this piece before January and then move up to the next one…

Born2winKingOG:
Go sexuality section make them play you my story!

No much talk, smallie

Haha life of the gramm. You just keep contradicting yourself with your lies.

Born2winKingOG:
urhobo college na effurun, uvwie.

use your brain!.

Werey oniru!!
Born to win wey dey work for pos. You just keep embarrassing yourself

pos boy, 500 naira notes wey your oga carry give you make you dey take pay withdrawals abeggii

Born2winKingOG:
I hate doing this, but men when know me.
Know my story.

We don't do fraud, we nor be ritualist like dodoatirice.

We stay legit.

Above all we nor dey use 10mb.

Or beg money to buy laptop

oh you dey work for pos,
Make you oga money miss

quote author=Born2winKingOG post=108000925]

I hate doing this, but men when know me.
Know my story.

We don't do fraud, we nor be ritualist like dodoatirice.

We stay legit.

Above all we nor dey use 10mb.

Or beg money to buy laptop[/quote]

Thank God for accepting the favt that you’re a broke boy from warri. ‘Atleast’ you just dey famz.

And you see, with this piece I’ve been able to vlcreate an illusion in your mind and you’re taking fiction for reality. Those wey dey shoot blood money films shey dem be Ritualist?


You have a mediocre mind and you dey reason like tomato paste.

I know say you dey part of those wey dem dm me say make i stop the piece ode!!

Born2winKingOG:
at least it better pass fake ritualist like you, when won scam men to buy lappy

Atleast na boys dey cashout edd steady no be you. Nigga shut up and read.

Born2winKingOG:
hahahaha, I nor vex bros.

na dodo nor dey act like guy man at all.
every thing he dey write here dey relatable according to Wetin men don' hear and see for the street.


but mumu boy go root out criticism I gave to him last month...

because of the views he dey get here, don dey enter him skull.
to the extend he send me kuda bank statements.

when boys dey cashout Edd steady

Born2winKingOG:
DSC7 shey you see dodoatrice na, him don insult my mama and papa tire.

you nor dey talk anything put....

trouble na him find..

you nor dey talk anything.

well no lele

The next day i still stayed at the hotel but didn’t leave my room, i just wanted to be indoor and coupled with the fact that i had things to work on on my pc. I stayed in till 9pm and decided to breeze into the club wing of the hotel as i had been busy indoor all day. I entered into the club, my picture still remained, the former Ball champion was in the club and probably thought i had left or something. The moment i got inside the club, hypeman just start him usual antics of hyping (hype men were that way and i can say they were part of an advertising process that the club put in place to make sales). That night, i blow money like i did before the previous night and (Sammy Wire still sat on the second spot right after my name occupied the first). This time he left the club before me because the attention was already shifting and i had more hoes in my corner now. Lest I forget, the waiter guy that served me the second day (he gave his name as Kennedy (Keno for Short) i tipped him handsomely that night because of the way he handled all my orders.

The third day, this time i breezed into the club and aproached the vip section again. Sammywire had seen me come in and stood up to meet with me right before i got to the vip entrance.

“My gee my gee, wetin sup na”

He just stood there and shook my hands firmly and told me we could hangout together that night and even ushered me to the table where he sat with his loyalists. Ehn no bad blood, i joined them and together that night we balled money away in unison and the club became so lively but at intervals, I’d look at the table of ballers and i still sat atop it. Same night, Keno took all or orders and made them available in caskets. I asked ‘Keno’ for a particular drink brand, he appeared with it and a glass tumbler to go with. I opened the said drink and poured it into the glass, i then proceeded to take sip when the glass suddenly shattered right there in my hands spilling the drink all over my fine double denim outfit. I looked at ‘Keno’, he maintained-eye contact with me briefly and looked away. Sammy acted like he didn’t see what happened. But the girls that sat with me were trying to help me clean up the mess. I stood up and left for my room. Something wasn’t right i thought.

I rang Baba immediately i was inside the privacy the room provided, spoke back and forth and i got to understand that Sammy-wire and ‘Keno’ tried to poison me apparently sammy had contracted Keno to lace my tumbler with poison.. Slow poison. I thanked Baba, dropped the call and went back into the club. Telk management Kwa? No, i could handle this on my own. I sat with Sammywire and acted like the glass breaking was a mere coincidence. ‘Keno’s’ seemed a bit relaxed because he didn’t know i knew what’s up. I kept calling him for orders and more orders and i retired again for the night. I got in the call with Baba again and told him to help me deal with the said ‘Keno’ the next morning, i was in the hotel lounge when an argument occurred, and before i knew jack and shit, there was a piercing scream and a body dropped. A costumer had asked ‘Keno’ for where the restroom was and he took it up and it went from a small “Show me where the restroom is” to breaking a bottle and stabbing an innocent person multiple times for an innocent question. Okay ‘Keno’ off you go. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Before the feds arrived, i had checked out and was on a flight to Lagos.