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Then after awhile Baba sat down and told me to calm down, then from my kneeling position, i sat too. One thing i thought, when the said spirit came in, I didn’t know, and when it left I didn’t know as well. Then baba related everything to me. So apparently, Shade was the issue. We had had sex on her period. and that was a very big taboo which I know of but then, the only way out was actually using Shade for a cleansing sacrifice asides baba said Shade had to come to his place and Shade would need to carry some sort of sacrifice to appease the gods and the spirit. But then i told baba that the said Shade didn’t know i was involved in this deep web and that I didn’t want to cast myself. But then Baba got up and motioned for me to leave and said it was the only way and if in 7 days I didn’t do what was required of me by the gods and to appease the spirit, I’d face whatever consequences for my loosegaurded actions. My session with baba ended, and i hit the road again for home and damn, how did i get here? I had been so careful or I’d say very careful but then i was actually looseguarded. But then the deed had been done, then my mind drifted to Shade in particular, how was i to explain this? Oh id tell her the last time we had sex was on her period and we were both drunk? Agreed but whats the catch? I’d then tell her that that action had consequences and she’d need to follow me somewhere to help fix things. It wouldn’t even be logical. But then i know something! Yes my finances had been stagnant from the day me and Shade did the do, but then we’ve had sex before now and everything was fine until you know how things went down. But after that unclean act, Shade herself looked quite alright or I’d say she went about life, no complications but then spiritually her womb was locked and if she didn’t go with me she’d remain stagnant in that department too for life she just wouldn’t know which made explaining the whole thing very complicated.

So the what if’s set in, i had no choice as Shade was the only choice bit i still didn’t come up with how to present this to her but then if i did, What if Shade heard all of this and it didn’t sit with her? Hope say she no be casting babe?? All of that thoughts ran through my head then the next thing i heard was Gbam! I had been so lost in thoughts and disturbed that I didn’t see the Lexus brake lights ahead of me come on, i just throttled on like i owned the road and i rammed my Benz real bad into the Lexus, an es330 Lexus. So after the airbag thingy, i sat there, I wasn’t hut but I was trying to put everything together real fast but then i saw boys, about four of em alight from the badly damaged Lexus car and they headed for my side of the car. Well yes obviously, they were gee guys too and they were raging but when i got myself together and alighted from the Benzo, they felt intimidated more. So before i knew jack, people gathered around, some were looking to see if i was okay which i was obviously bit for the shock but then i could here one of the four boys that alighted from the Lex saying he just bought the ride last week. He was fuming and shit and asked that i bear the cost of damages which was normal at least I’ll have t fix my Benzo too. But his friends or his guys were rude i heard one idot from the pack saying probably car belonged to my boss because if it was mine I wouldn’t be driving stupidly. No lele i said. Tim to show this suckers who’s Boss. I asked the owner of the Lex for his account number and instantly transferred what his car was worth 2.5m i told him he could use the change to buy rims too that his Lexus looked boring and it’d be better with rims and that if he didn’t like rims, he could share the change with his guys. But then how do i drive a crashed Benzo to Lagos?? I then called for a tow truck and completed the rest of the journey in the tow as it was the only option i had. I got home that night, Shade herself had left several missed calls on my phone. I wanted to call her but I wasn’t in the mood for long or longer talks that night as phone calls with Shade were long ones. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to talk, and I wasn’t ready or I’d see still didn’t know how t explain shii to her. I let my phone be, checked with my laptops and my clients were still giving excuses after excuses. I shut it down and went to bed. I’d wake up again midnight ad complete my ritual of seven soaps and seven sponges.

Yes Boss working on the long one

jahson19:
Make d update long oh cos we don dy wait patiently for you oh

Sorry guys, broke my phone. Updates today. But then i stopped smoking weed and went cold turkey on it.

I spent the whole day eating the same meal but slowly. Loss of appetite but before now, small drag of Loud lasan, appetite go boost. 3 plates or take away plates no dey do me. For house, only me dey chop rice one derica and half.

Finally i was face to face with Baba, he sat across to me on the floor in what I’d call his power room. Like in the yoruba films where’s you’d see different things hung here and there. Baba’s amulet room or power room or I’d say Baba’s charm and juju museum, was pretty intimidating or would be pretty intimidating for first timers, i have my own experiences but many things are left unsaid by the way. But then as time went by, I didn’t even see it as intimidating as it used to be but every-time i came in this room, i did with lost of regards for the Gods, because yes all the things he hung here or there, the intimidating diabolic things, they counted for whatever each represented or worked for (whatever i did in reality, behind the scenes, they helped make my cashout a possibility. Possibilities that held unforeseen dire consequences.

Baba spoke up finally after what seemed to he like a war of words and silence between him and his deities. “I’m going to summon the spirit, yes the one that when you make a request works to make it happen, the one i assigned to your eleda. are you afraid he asked” “definitely not i shot back” “are you ready” he asked again but then I answered in the affirmative. Then he went into another session of chants summoning the spirit. Then he laughed hysterically all of a sudden welcoming the spirit. “I couldn’t see any spirit but after he said welcom to the unseen spirit or maybe he saw it, Baba turned his back. I stood up and faced the wall and he asked me to stand too which i did immediately. Then Baba asked questions that was made not for me but thing air because i saw nothing.

“Aje Olokun asorodayo,
Eyi ti shey??
Kilode ton binu??
Oju enkore lowo”


(I’ll do my best to translate to English)

“Wealth, that turns sorrows to joy
What happen??
Why are you pissed??
Theirs a frown on your face”

Baba retorted, then baba went to what seemd to be a trance but not a trance, for a moment it seemed something I wasn’t seeing that only himself could was narrating something to him because I wasn’t talking to him and he acted like he was listening to something only himself could hear.

“Afolayan omo BiBi inu Ashake,
Kilode ti o dale awon aje ati osho
Kilode to dale eshulalu ogiri oko

“Afolayan the son of Ashake
Why, why have you snitched on the witches and wizards
Why, why did you snitch on the devil?”

I was going to say something when baba in his normal self asked me to shut up. Then he engaged the spirit in a conversation, a conversation where only himself spoke and only himself heard the replies of the said spirit.

I got home that night, i scheduled a meeting with Baba and Baba said he won’t be available because he himself needs to cleanse and he would see me the day after. But what was that? Whatever i had done was it that Brutal? But then i still didn’t know what i had done and i needed a meeting with him because i was curious and i just by the gods averted and impending doom (reference: that bath at odo ogun) and even though he was young and we called him Baba (atleast everyone does) he’d act like he was really old. So my thoughts was, they’ve called him Baba so much that. Hang let put it this way, he’s heard so many people call him “Baba and overtime, it got into his head and started to act like one. Damn he always took his time and he barks out his orders like he had some form of military training to go with. But we made a new arrangement and the only thing that stood between me and Baba was time. It was probably past midnight and that was a long day.

I’d wake up the morning after to back to back missed calls from the aboki that guarded my first house, i responded to his missed calls and on the other end he was frantic, he made sure i got the message with his scattered yoruba and i had to go directly there, i fenced the whole house so outside when i parked, everything seemed normal, but when i got inside, big big snails in their numbers stucked to the walls of the house, and looking at the fence from inside, snails covered the walls, in their numbers, on the floor, over a hundred snails were scatterred on the floor crushed in a way that you could see their insides. Some creepy shit i saw that day, I’m saying big big ones. I called baba and explained things, he ordered me to get out of the house at once. He said the snails were signs that things was going to be very very slow for me and that there was a price to pay but before that he’d tell me what i did after his own cleansing. But then, in the mean time, the chips were down, no cashouts at all

I stared at my huge iPhone screen because phone kept ringing endlessly leaving me with two choices like i was in the matrix. The green button or the red button. The way the phone rang seff, it did in a way that was unusual. Because suddenly, the ring felt like my phone was screaming at me. I finally decided my choice and Baba’s voice came on on the other end. He said i had flouted the rule of the Anjonu that worked for me, the anjonu that made every financial move i made a success and that the said spirit was really mad at me hence why I wasn’t making money recently. But then i kept asking Baba on that phone call why and what it was or what rule i had flouted since he saw more than i did and he was closer to the Gods. But he said he didn’t know or wouldn’t say, but the moment i stepped foot in his yard, he saw the danger looming. He then said if i had walked further into his house, I’d have died right there.

But this spirit that was working for me was a spirit of second chances. Then his assistant reappeared. He came up to where my car was as soon as I alighted, I stretched out my hand to recieve whatever it was that he came with. But then he dropped the package on the floor and left. I picked it up, got in my car again and this time drove off. I had instructions from baba on what to do with the package and after that I’d return to baba to find out what the Bleep up was. But then he asked me to stay away from women till we sort and find out what i had done and be able to rectify it. I didn’t go home direct, i instead headed for Abeokuta because i heard it had running streams and rivers alike and there’s this popular one called “odo ogun” so like baba said, I’d have to bath in a running river or stream and this time throw the sponge behind me and never look back. I completed the cleansing and then headed for Lagos. I hit the road again this time, and headed for home.

So me and Shade got acquainted really fast, and before i knew shit, we would hit the club, go here or there, hang at my crib, oh the sex, but then back and forth she went to Dubai more times than i could count and i bankrolled all the trips and even all the things she shopped for. But then on so many occasions she’d want us to fly together but I wouldn’t try it because i had so many obligations to fulfill, at any point, baba could reach me and say do this or that so traveling wasn’t the in thing for me. But as much as i was being careful or very careful, Shade made me pay more spiritually. One of the things baba had made compulsory as a working again and again was the fact that I shouldn’t have sex with a woman on her period, said it came with dire consequences and truth be told i was always careful and sticking to it. I stayed away from women totally until i met Shade, but then, this one night we hanged out, got pretty drunk, hanged at her house then we did the do and I left her apartment.But then, a week after, I didn’t make any money, my clients were making excuses as to why this as to be this or that. I first thought it was one of those spiritual antiques but then, even the people that worked with me (the people i laundered money for) they just stopped being in contact. But what was that na. Yes i had money in the bank or in several bank accounts but there was a problem if I wasn’t making more even though i said i was tired of making so much money, not caching out was something I couldn’t live with because after all, I’ve been neck deep in this shit, there was no going back and even if it was, my soul had gone beyond being redeemable.

Then i sat my ass in my Benzo and headed for Baba’s coven. I got to the front of the compound before i went in, i removed my slips, because here, if you like make your show or slips or sneaks be worth a million dollars, you’d still take them off and walk barefooted. But then I made to trek the length of the compound ti the door that led to Baba’s reception (the way he called it) i had taken two steps probably when his assistant came out and said Baba asked me to leave at once because death and doom was on my head. I stood there dazed, and the boy (Baba’s assistant) was standing and was actually waiting for me to leave and the look on his face said it. i wanted to say something but through gestures the boy cut me short and repeated that statement asking me to leave and this time pointing to the gate. I walked back to where my car was, unlocked it, and sat there for awhile but my thoughts were running wild. But then for a minute i rested my head on the steering then a phone call jolted be back to reality.

executive director well done sir. I’ll write and narrate at my own pace bro. More so, all your questions go sort, its why its fictional. Aint no getting straight to the point.

KiNg0G:
Stick to the story line, leave woman matter.


What became of you, nor spoil this write up....baba ask you make you nor attend your mama burial



Tell us more about baba, that's what we came here for


Thanks.

Look if you’re doing something Diabolical, stay away from anything under skirt. Infact stay away from love oo run run run. Na so i jam Shade oo. When i met this babe, i was hanging out with my rich and probably Diabolical/yahooplus friends at an hotel on the island, all that while in the midst of merriment, (because yahoo guys always like to celebrate for no reason on a cashout) that day was one of those. I had been bingeing on my Cognac jejely drinking straight from the bottle. We were at the VIP section of the bar which was upstairs so in a way, the swimming pool that sat downstairs on the ground floor could be very visible and even the park space where our card were parked. I wouldn’t say i was lost in thoughts though but then my eyes wandered from the VIP Bar upstairs to the parking lot where our cars were scattered. There were several other cars there though but i could see mine, but then for a moment, i marveled at the type of cars me and my rich friends left in the parking lot of this bar. Benz, Rovers, Lexuses and Bm’s mhen i was marveling but then remembered there was nothing to marvel about. All of were Diabolical in some way and everyman to his pain and whatnot.

But then i let my eyes wander away from the lot across to where the blue pool was, it wasn’t calm because some people were already in it either swimming away or idling inside it. Then i spotted a movement, girl was headed to the pool area too and she wore a Barca Jersey that was customized as “Shade” then the same Barca shirt had the no. ‘69’ such an unusual number I thought then furthermore, i saw the sixty nine as that sexual style(we all know) but then the pervy part of me got curious and i felt i could use a one night stand. I used the stairs, headed to the pool area, found this girl seated this time in one of the stretchered chairs where swimmers could sit and idle. But then again, there she was. Prettier than what I saw in my elevated position. And then i approched and told her i had had to come all the way downstairs because i saw her shirt number and thought it was unusual and shii. But then she laughed it off and said she wore that number in respect to her grandma who she was remembering that day and she died at 69. But whatever, then i asked her name and instead of pronoucing it the way it was in yoruba, babe went ahead and pronounced it as “Shade” (a tree Shade) ahn, so apparently she turned the yoruba ‘Shade’ to ‘Shade’.

But then, nigga then told me, all this while we hanged together, he did things inly himself could explain because at some point he was broke as shit and thought he’d private not get mended until he found a way and Baba was the way, but the way like he said was what he thought would swim him out of brokenness, and like he imagined it, so it happened but he kept paying the price and the demands wouldn’t stop. He then made me understand that he could only tell me all of these because now i was in the same shoes as him and that for the both of us, there’s no going back from this neck deep shit we put ourselves in. We’d then go our seperate ways after that meeting in the mall and it was the last i heard of Ceeza. What happened to him, i didn’t know or couldn’t tell. But then, niggas had a way of laying low at some point and so I thought!

But then, my mummy was was dying, infact she was literally vanishing, in my hood the side talks began, my family even the extended ones started believing the naysayers, well yes mum was priceless but the dire consequence of helping or going to see her was what i was afraid of. It went on and on but then I’d have lost her but somehow, they took her to our village, they nurtured her back to full fitness and made her to understand that someone in her family was spending unclean money and she needed to stay away from whoever it was or avoid or cut contacts with whoever it was. I wasn’t mentioned but in my family, i was the only person that was splurging, the only person that did big things etc. so on this money chasing shit, i lost my mom not to death but because she found out what i was involved in even though no fingers were pointed, she already knew what brought about her sickness and coupled with my Missing in Action attitude towards her, it became obvious. Momsy would then pick her old clothes and some of her stuff then headed to live in her hometown because people in the hood were talking alot. (She left the 3 bed and everything i bough for her behind and didn’t pick a pin.

If from the onset, i was told to use my mom for rituals, I’d have bolted, but it happened in a way that I believed the spirits were undecided and whenever they got hungry, they’d pounce on whatever they choose whether you consented or not, you go sha chop am!

All these while, bit surprisingly, Ceeza had calmed down a little (somehow we’d settle our differences) but them i bumped to him at a store one time and we sat in his car for awhile then we spoke about the different things we both had gone through in the money chase journey. (He’s been in the game way longer than i did and had faced lots of things spiritually but then, how he made it through the endless list of endless demands from baba was something i pondered over and over). Only God knows how many times he’d slept in the coffin, or how many times he’d buried cows or how many times he’d thrown a party lavishly. Or at some point was his mother sick and he couldn’t see her or help her. But then we spoke at length and I’d come to understand that we had to face things differently. I ended up telling him how baba instructed me not to see her and help with finances as long as it had to do with anything regarding Mom’s sickness. But the nigga shocked me, nigga said at some point, baba required he slept with a mad woman, but then he said sleeping with the mad woman wasn’t the crazy thing but after he did, some months after the act, the said mad woman started growing a bump, a bump that soon became obvious that she was pregnant and with child. He’d shrug it off because he’d thought he logged in only once and probably other people were logging in too. Then fast forward he added, she born pikin, pikin resemble me pa.

The child is two,
The Mother is Insane
The Father is sane

An unwanted child he said, then he spoke of how some woman in the community fostered the child (because the community took the child of the mom so they put it in local foster care) and how i needed to see how cute the child was. A child he couldn’t claim. But then he finished relating the even then i could finally put it all together.

That popular werey in our area
The pregnancy
The birth


So it was Ceeza that that but damn...........

But then out of the blue, Baba’s demand became excessive, bring this, bring that, do this or do that. 12am (midnight) I’d hit my bathroom and bath seven different black soaps with seven different sponges. Bit then one thing that really shook me was, for everytime i slept, I’d always dream that someone came to me and handed me a bag. And before i got the chance to see what the bag contains, I’d wake up. But then that day, no matter how slowni was or how lazy or even if I didn’t want to hussle I’d always cashout. (One of my clients was sure to remit money for no reason) it was why i said my clients were zombies). But then i was making all these monies, i was lowkey paying the price. But then in my hood, my fans were divided, i had the loyal ones who had benefited from my generousity (the boy is good typo thing). Then i had the ones who through hate believed i did something more that the ordinary (you see this group of people, they are right actually but i was at an advantage because their observations was merely based in assumptions, assumptions that was valid. But you see the other ones who hailed me, sold their goodlucks to me for cheap but they’d think i was being nice thats why i gave them this amount or that for whatever purpose the occasion was.

Then one Saturday, i got a call that momsy was critically ill and had to be rushed that morning to the hospital. I was frantic then made to go when baba hit me up through my cellphone. (I was behind the wheels about to fire up the car’s engine when baba said or I’d say he already knew what was happening at my home because he want straight to the point the moment i said ‘hello’ from my end. He instructed me not to go and see my mum for whatever reason and if i dared go, four people from my family would end up being buried the next morning including my mom. He even instructed me not to help or try to save my mum financially as doing that would ruin me and that would be the beginning of the end for me.
He said all of that and ended the call adding if i flouted any of the things he said, I won’t even find or remember the way to his compound. As soon as he dropped the call, my aunt call came in and I didn’t know what to do!

First i buried six cows alive, first i acquired a plot of land and that night, we buried all six cows alive, each one took close to a week or thereabouts but we did it. Baba then asked me again to acquire another six cows for the party. But then so people won’t suspect anything and I’d look legit some bit and to get people to come out to attend. I ran the whole event through my mum who by the thought of six cows and how she buried her Dad silently without any fanfare and couple with the new found fame she had among her peers through the things that i did for her, the new 3 bedroom flat crib i built for her in the hood, the Highlander Suv, and her big ass shop, jumped outrightly at the idea i pitched to her. I mainly told her I’d love for us to remember my grandpa who was her dad and she went with the idea of throwing a party and buying six cows. Momsy wanted this because apparently, in the hood, they now reffered to her as Alhaja and that was after that Mecca visit i bankrolled and couple with her new circle of friends anything mediocre was short of her standards. Mumsy had her plans to invite lots and lots of people, i had plans for the lots and lots of people anyway so traffic to the party was needed and I’d need to generate or create enough awareness.


But then if you like, buy a hundred cows for a party, beef go finish ajeh. We threw this party, people attended, people ate, drank etc because i made everything available or in surplus. But still meat finish oo. I went back to Baba, slept in the coff again and then that was it. So twice that year i slept in the coff bit the last time was different, i threw a party that people attended to go with. Baba had said that one bu one, everyone that attended, their luck would be transferred to me and they’d still live The only people that was saved were the ones that had strong heads or the ones that had fortified themselves against such attacks but 80% was sure to become empty heads spiritually. But no be lie, na so i jam 3 mew clients one night some weeks after the party. They were like zombies.

Alhaji had converted funds from Naira to dollars through a bureau de change all he needed was an Azaman to recieve the funds in a Us Bank account, cash it out then cashmail it to an address he provided. Why he needed to go through this route i dunno but who cares, i was going to do it anyway but then again i doubted it was local government funds. Probably some stolen funds he’d tried to clean through an azaman. But then i wrote Joe up and before i knew it, after handling the first transaction the way Dauda wanted, he then threw me in the midst. Link he promised, as long as i delivered, i was picking money for alhaji’s too, i worked with Hausa’s alot codedly i was laundering money for them, through Joe who would stop at nothing until this cash got sent or that one got mailed etc. in the course of these, i bought my First Magodo property, then added another one, but then again another. This year Baba said i was going to make money, as predicted, i did. Money was pilling, all my dreams had come true and through, I didn’t know what to do with money again that I thought i was gonna loose my mind.


That year, things dragged on and on, i was financially buoyant, things were going fine until Baba left me several missed calls. When i got back to him, he told me it was time, time? What time? Then i went to see him. For what i did, this year i had to throw a party for no reason and after that, I’d sleep in the coffin again, it was earlier than I expected because sleeping in the coffin should have been a once in a year thing. This year i did it twice. But the events after the party i threw would unfold.

But then again, who cared? I still had respect for Ceeza anyday all day. How about we switch things up and talk about other things. I was cashing out, Joe was getting broke, i was making moves both wastefully and sensibly because truth be told when you make money from fraud, no matter how coded and money smart you are, you’d make wasteful decisions too. So in the space of a year, i had achieved alot. I wouldn’t say i was smart or invested my money wisely, if i had fifty million, I’d build something and still have change in millions and somewhere else, I’d have double that amount idling as mere figures in a bank account in my name. So we made investments because we couldn’t stock pile the money in a bank account. So you had to buy something. But at this point i was getting bored.

It was a new year, and as Baba ad required, i had slept in the coffin again for seven days and like the last time when I thought i had been in there for a minute, it happens exactly like that again. and Baba had said that year would be different and I should expect to make more money than i did last year. Money wey don dey tire me. But then that January crawled by slowly until i hanged out at an hotel with one babe for company, it was hot outside and i sat in the Air conditioned Bar area i was typing away on my phone sipping my drink when the waitress approached the table where i sat with a bottle of Cognac I didn’t order. She said a supposed Alhaji Dauda was in the hotel and had sent it to me and he asked her to tell me if I didn’t mind, i could join him in the area where he sat. Apparently it was the same alhaji that campaigned and got elected as Local Government Chairman in my locality but then what did he want with me?? I knew him or saw him only through posters and posters it was. But for the crazy curiosity, i joined him and discovered i was the one that knew him and not the other way round. He wanted to apparently divert local government funds and needed a picker (azaman) or (hushpuppi).


“If you fit do am successfully i go give you plenti link my son”

But then, car was fresh, even though it cane with the tag (tokunbo) who cared, in Nigeria, its an achievement if you buy a tokunbo vehicle (especially when you’re from the slum or the hood) then going to the venue in that sweet ride made me understand that level pass level. Yes, people had bigger rides and all of that, but what I drove in was big atleast, people knew what i drove before and what happened and how I didn’t drive for a while because normally from my experiences with Ceeza, if you drove a car that crashed, you’d have to replace it immediately (replacing it immediately wasn’t a thing anyway, but my yahoo friends and connections saw it as a big thing, an OG doing but I didn’t ply that route.
Like the popular (I’ve bought a car or i have a car ritual) i mean the hanging of car keys through the {belt track that made it easy for your belt to travel around your waist so your trouser would sit in place} by letting it dangle freely at every point so when people saw you, they notice your car key. I let dem keys have a field day there while i went into the hall. Ceeza and his siblings saw me quite
alright because like i said, they were outside the venue in the space where cars could park and they did so in a way that people would notice them. (Some show off tactics). But then i knew he saw me and even made to signal for me to join them after i parked. But then just like when you switch a dslr camera to manual mode, Input Ceeza and his boys in the background, and my focus was on the entrance to the hall that held those big bouncers that bounced people at the club. In a moment i was inside but then from where i sat and still trying to figure out how to swim through the barrage of people who barricaded my guy and his bride in the name of merriment, i looked through the large ass window frame that showed what was happening outside, one by one i saw Ceeza and his boys leave the venue. Probably because i snubbed them, but they did first because i asked for his ride oo.

But then again, i wanted moore, i just felt like after the car purchase and the respect that came with it got into my head, i gained alot of respect and in my circle, i could fit in. Because most boys had Benzes and so on. But then after the wedding and shi. I mean ti say the week that followed, i followed my Acura ZDX with A Benz Glk and a Toyota Highlander. (Highlander belonged to my mum i felt she’d need the space since she went to the market alot). If only Ceeza knew we were two different people and both had different lucks and according to what we’d done spiritually, we’d pay the price separately and differently. I came to understand he avoided me because he started seeing me as competition and getting too big for his liking.

I feel like to sleep because the alcohol content i downed was of controlled quantity. Ceeza on his part like i said havent really been talking to me like we used to since i moved out to live in my own which I thought he actually understood and was fine with, well if he did understand like claimed, why was he being cold or distant towards me? The Benz i drove to the Hotel we went to, when he bought it, he didn’t tell me, i only knew through social media. But we thrashed that out when we bumped into each other at the mall.

I updated joe back and forth, and that night he said they sold one of the Cyprus houses and between himself and his sister they had to share the proceeds from the property sales and they already did and Joe said he’d probably be able to send me $10k. Just $10k?? Then obviously no he said, then he explained that he was getting the payment in bits and he had over a million dollar in his bank account as at when he spoke but he still needed to head to his sister’s Home in Utah so apparently he’d need to fly to Utah and sort this and that then he’d be ready to pay me more when he got back but then $10k was for deposits.


Oya i trust Baba, this Baba guy, if you rang him up at 1am midnight, he’d pick his call and talk. Shey him self dey bomb ni i always thought hehe, but this night, client tell me say one million dollar dey him aza and him wan gimmie 10k$ wetin make i take am do?? Baba, sure gee, Yahoo ni Babalawo, like he’d stood guard by his phone and picked my call from the first ring, i doubt it rang self, because from my EarPods, i was waiting on the network to connect my call command to his phone so i was waiting to hear that good for nothing beep tone but no Baba’s voice came alive on the other end and without waisting time i explained my ordeal and he laughed from the other end and asked me to no worry and rather accept what he offered he said it would multiply and i was going to see it, but that i didn’t understand. But the wise one has spoken lol, i did as he said, accepted the 10k$ my client offered, told him to send it to my wallet, at that point Joe said he’d binged on vodka and would send it in a moment, but then, Joe went and hit my wallet with not 10k$ that he offered, but with $100,000.00 worth of btc in 5 seperate transactions. After I confirmed it, i texted him like i was expecting him to come at me saying he made errors in the transfer, (even if be did make errors i wouldn’t send the money back). So $500k was in the bag. Baba said accept what he offered, it will multiply and so it did. So overnight, it had happened again, some people would call it grace, but i knew this was no grace and that sooner or later, the plot might twist and the ebora that through Diabolical means made Joe from texas do my bidding would one day call for my head. I knew it, i didn’t want to see it coming, but i knew it would come but i just had to live my life and enjoy it as much as i could.

But then Saturday Morning, at first it started slow, we were going to this wedding and we set a time to leave the house. After a while, everyone was ready to go and like that last night that Ceeza asked me to drive his car to the Hotel well we hungout, I thought, I’d drive out in his Benz like i did the previous night. But then ahead, i for the keys to his Benz so i could drive to the wedding venue too. (I didn’t tell him about what supped overnight tho) but then he said not a problem and he’d let me have keys when we about to go. An hour before we left the house, i saw Ceeza hop in his Range with his babe and left the house, guy act like I wasn’t even there, i still didn’t male much sense of it when he left because I thought he’d probably have dropped the Benz key somewhere or probably left it with one of his brothers (siblings). But then, i watched as they drove out of the house in their Muscle Camry Sport, all three of them, the car Ceeza had bought for them.

So i was left in the house, and no be say i broke oo, Ceeza? because i asked for his Benz? Ah oga o. I was going to go to this wedding by the way. So i got dressed, hailed a ride online, fed the driver my destination and we moved. So i sat close to the driver and then the savageness in me activated, as the driver of my ride was carefully navigating the roads, then a sharp though crossed my mind. “Why not play around with a few thousands i said to myself” shit shouldn’t hurt at all I asserted. I told my Uber guy about my change of plan. So that meant i had to hit the dealer real quick. Uber guy stopped at a car lot, i walked in, then i went in and paid for an Acura ZDX 8million or naija naira. I got to the reception a bit later, it took a long while to process this and that and then by the time i finally drove the snow white Beast of the lot, it was getting to midday. Now from the moment i hit the road and made for the wedding because not that i wanted to show off, i just wanted to make a statement. But then, i got to the venue, (an Events hall somewhere in lag) i found a park space, i hit the engine stop button, car shut off, I grabbed the keys, opened the door, I turned around to make for the entrances of the hall so i could make an appearance in the midst of the merriment, but then I didn’t get to the Entrance. Apparently, when i drove in through the event Center gate after being ushered in by a security who from inside the cold ass coven of the white beast i could see his over excessive multitasking of hailing me and trying to safely direct the car to a park space. Cezza and his guys (who I didn’t see because I didn’t look around much) had seen me exit the vehicle and they new from all indications, this was a new purchase, a purchase that made a statement for me.

Then the other guys in the room too had cars individually and from what i saw later, they had Benz Cars too individually. But then, i actually wanted to attend this wedding because i was friends with the Groom in the Hussle kingdom gor a while and asides Ceeza, he showed me one or two tips and tricks and he even sent me an Iv I had no choice. But it didn’t take long for me to discover that the guys i met in the apartment with Ceeza apparently lived with him and on very very close observation which was later confirmed, they were his siblings, he apparently brought them to live with him and bought them cars (over splurging) but no too reason am, yahoo money mad gan oo. In the evening of the same day, Ceeza took us out and we hanged out at a club. Now Ceeza had two rides, and ever since he bought the two at once, he always loved to drive both out on a cruise, he’d drive his Range and have someone drive the Benz and he’d do this with his other friends who had cars too. But damn, why would anyone want to put 2 rides on the road, but yes na, brag rights and show off. But this particular Friday, he asked me to drive the benz while he drove his range as he wanted both of his cars on convoy. Normally I’d have told him it didn’t make sense driving both cars to cruise at the same time, but this was someone who did things his own way and never cared what your opinion points at but then, i could use a drive, i haven’t driven since i crashed the Lex and looking at the fact that i wanted a new ride and even though i told myself that for whatever it was, I’d buy an upgrade to the Es330 that i crashed probably a Es350 Lex or the Normal Rx350 that didn’t look sexy at all (the 2006 type).

But then, here was a Glk Benz that Ceeza asked me to drive so we could convoy along. i took the keys, got in when we were all set and ready to go, and as soon as the gate to the apart opened, ome by one, the cats left the compound. I let my hand sit on the Gear for just a bit, them finally pushed the gear to “D” and then slowly i made it out of the compound into the streets like the others did, drove till we stopped infront of an hotel. But Boy this car was a beast, in my Lexus, i always drove it, in this cool as Benz Glk, it was the car that drove me, all i needed to do was to throttle it and it responded breezing down the way to our destination and the way the Car did everytime i got in my head and decided to be “Paul walker” on the road for a tad second, this Sweet ass ride responded to every pressure my foot put on the throttle like it was on a revenge mission for all the times it sat bored in the sun idle and bored.

Oh, in the course of the then events, I finally changed my car, and here’s how I did; i completed the abk home, didn’t leave in it and my mum was too attached to the old house to come live outchea in my property so it was always locked up until I employed a security for the house who happened to be an aboki but he asked me to stay in the property so ad to monitor it fulltime. (Most abokis especially on the island live in the premises where they worked as securities. But then, as omo ope wey i be, i cut him a deal, he was to secure the property and make sure every night the security lights stayed on and blah blah blah but then, i made a shed for him right outside the gate of my house (the aboki type shack where retail and convenience items were sold) but i made it cool and lent him some money so while he lived in the property, he’d be doing business too. He was really grateful and that was it, if i wasn’t leaving there, atleast someone stayed there. But then i moved out from Ceeza’s apartment and it was done mutually with understanding because yes wed be in touch, he was my boss and wed still be able to do things together but according to how everything be, i moved and we still kept in touch and i still drove my Es330. I moved to a 3 bedroom semi detached duplex in Admiralty way, life that i never dreamt of, butbefore the shenking that made me change my Lex, Admiralty way damn i suddenly felt odd, yes i was a resident but then my car felt odd, but still nobody see me sha because for that way everybody dey mind him business. But then i no too reason am, i had things i wanted to achieve, my type of Gee boy was the investment minded type so i had plans i wanted to work towards and because the Lex still drove nice no issues except occasionally fix this fix that.


A month after i moved to Admiralty way, Ceeza Copped a new Range rover Evougue and A Benz GLk, he apparently bought it the same day. He didn’t tell me, like i said we left on Mutual agreement and understanding, but nigga switched up after that and i only saw his doings on the gram nothing more. Nigga then went ahead and chilled outside with friends celebrating the new ride, i was kuku in my house but i follwed the updates on the gram as they posses photos, made snaps, splurged in the club, the hypeman was singing Ceeza’s praises. (Apparently they drove both cars to the club and everywhere they went that night, but make i no Lie that snap colorful and the cars nice well well and Cezza my boss didn’t tell me he or didn’t ask me to come out and celebrate with him, the first time he’d chenck me especially on his new doings which was actually big but then i was set out to do something even bigger but how or when i was gonna do it I didn’t know but i could it i thought. But nothing was supping. My Lexus still took me everywhere i wanted. But silently or low keyed, at computer village i invested ten million naira on buying and selling of premium phones and laptop, but damn, never trust a family uncle or member with your money or business (story for another day but this my uncle started out nice managing the buisness until he started being dishonest but story for a different episode). I’d later crash the Lexus and wrote it off because i was high on drugs and fell asleep on the steering (STAY OFF DRUGS!!! Drug has been responsible for 70 percent of Gee guys auto crashes and deaths) for instance, a gee guy goes to shrine driving his benz from his home with a sober head. Gets to shrine, eats or binges on Full card tablet of refnol thats ten pills in units and the same dude would still smoke loud or probably colorado laced with cigarettes or loud or the one molled raw. He then scrambles to his car when he’s had enough of the binge and hits the road for home. How him no go jonze for road)

Tonight I’d clock in two more updates before i shut down if i get comments, like i said feedback is needed or is this thread not dry aside updates and the cool people who’ve been urging me to post more

Dont send me Pms asking for fraud updates, I’m not a writer, not a yahoo boy but I’m typing fiction. But the again I’d like constructive criticism