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In the space of months, (time lapsed) i had completed the house, just like i had in my head, now it’s reality. House was just there, i didn’t live there. Oh momsy, (i didn’t talk much about her but i wanted this piece to get to this point). In the course of building the house and completing it, briefly i visited the hood, not for show off but just to say Hi but on that day, i gained streets respect, look like i said, I didn’t visit the hood for show offs, i just wanted to see my mum because i left home and didn’t even visit again after that. I didn’t even visit the hood since i left and this one time that i did, i spent money that day ehn, somehow news have been filtering around the hood that i had bought a car but didn’t show up until now so I couldn’t be billed but the news traveled even if i was coding the cashouts, news still traveled.

Going home to my mum, i did it as sneaky as possible, from the island apartment that where me and my Gee lives, i hit the road, but that was around 4am in the morning, (we had to roll like that and if you’re a Gee guy that drove, you’d actually understand why we moved early in the morning or at night) i got to my hood around 7am, (mum was an early riser, and 7am she was already at her store because she’d sell junkies to school kids who either had enough loose change outside their lunch boxes or the kids that won’t activate school mode if their mum didn’t buy them assorted junks, or the ones that still took the junk and still rebel in the contract they signed with their mom through assuring gestures which was “Junior oya stop craaying ahh! Oya momy efun mi ni buiscuit ati Bobo” but junior go collect but no go still wan go school but those kain kids, their mama dey always turn Angelina Jolie if the contract agreement breach ( these were the scenes when i had to stand in for Ma on days she went to the market to restock her shop and i had to stand in for her) but then I’d talk about the boys that bought the leather sized Ball (the white one with Black and white which had “health” imprinted on the skin. These group of boys consisted of boys from the higher primary levels. What amused me was, they always bought new balls. They did like every week and they always brought the cash for a new ball with a frown and when you see the money you’d understand the frown in their face (theyd have gone days of steady contribution before they finally arrived at the amount the ball was). I tell you funny memories that because i was jobless, i made it a point of duty to always go to my mums shoo early before she got there later because i was sad and needed help, i was looking for a job and none was forth coming and these school kids and their funny attitudes made me like Ma’s shop in the morning and before i knew, i had made connections with most of them.

(For the school boys who always had to buy if not one but atleast two in a week, make una no vex, {make i talk this one} one Friday, school closed and this boys walked in their packs again and came to buy ball but i had had enough of it mumsy was making sales from their pain but i knew something wasn’t right, and this time, we were short in ball supply but i sure knew momsy would restock and like I thought, i investigated this boys by asking them why they always bough new balls because it wasn’t normal to me, someone was either stealing their balls or they were collecting it for a project at school but them the boys told me of how they had a witch in a clas teacher who always took their balls because her kid dislocated a joint playing at breaktime. Omo i went to the school, and gave the headmistress a piece of my mind and said asides producing doctors or lawyers, sports is recreation) guess auntie class teacher was later called to order, bits got their freedom to play at breaktime and on Fridays after school because apparently Class teacher stopped collecting balls because the kid said she didn’t even cut the balls, she took them home. Collecting Balls eww.

But this early, i was parked at Mom’s shop, she saw me park and motioned to the other people to hold on while she attended to the car that parked she came towards the direction where i parked because I thought she’d seen me but then i got out of the car before she could get to the door. In disbelief, she froze for a minute, regain composure and used her eyes in a manner that went from my head to my Car and then back at my face. I understood her suprise, (i had added weight from eating so much food and junk food because loud smoke increased my appetite, Swiphnol made me sleep during the day but I’d sweep food after binging in drugs and smoke like a storm swept through the city. And food wasn’t a problem because oh well you could go get whatever you wanted to eat and just eat it because you have the funds and food wasn’t in the list of the problems i had. She might as saw me as looking fresh and very well toned out, but na Air-condition filter, na who know know oo, air conditioning filter dey, just like snapchat of instagram filters, Sha dey dey inside ac brozay, you no need cream. And if you dey use body cream sef e go dey work. But long talks aside, mom was happy to see me, i told her as e dey go except the Spiritual thing, news traveled that i was around, and as omo ope wey i be, i spent money that day because i had it. I gained the respect of the streets, Mom wasn’t actually happy with how i made my money, but what could she do, My mama no be Jesus, and i no be the Rich guy wey dey inside parable for bible wey dey seek Kingdom of God wey dem tell say make e fo sell everything wey hin get abi how the tori take be? I’ve wined and dined with the devil, i knew the consequences which i had been careful to avoid.


(If you get Raba for this life, everywhere wey you go dey go na hin Air-condition go dey dey but then again, this is a factual observation and not a thought!)

Guys, don’t take this piece too serious, just enjoy it. It’s make believe fiction if there’s anything like that and the title was just to get people to come to the thread so nor too reason am.

The delays in updates is due to the fact that i thing sometimes maybe the piece didn’t make some sense. Then I’d abandon thread for a while until someone then gives me a mention. Like i said, I’m not a writer, i just want people to see this as entertainment of some sorts and I guess the more people drop comments the more i want to write. Guys i can keep this going for as long as ever

Fiction Gee, fiction ooo forget title, na make people come read thanks

lymelyte:
Are you truly comfortable telling the world how you use a diabolical means to mk money?

Ceeza returned and damn, “you never see anything” he said. But then in the course of the new week, i meant the week that followed after, me and my guy let fly off the money for a bit, the splurging no be here, if for anything, i still had the old lex, and the things i bought when Joe first remitted. but then again, this time, things were a bit different. Because from the moment I confirmed the 100kd he sent, i started seeing that my Lex as average because me I’ve rolled around alot with big boys and i knew what the drive felt in their machine and how it felt in my low budget Es330. But then, i kept myself in check and Ceeza didn’t tell me or ask me or advise me on how to spend my money but then i kept driving the Lex sha. Because in my school days in the lodge that i lived i was the only yoruba guy there the rest were igbo peeps who were students as well. But from hanging too much by living in the same lodge and hanging out too much with a host of them, i came to realize that igbo people rated how rich you were by how much businesses you have and how much Real estates you’ve acuired over the year.
Omo ogbon, i always dreamnt of a four bedroom bungalow on 2 plots. Omo na so i go ogun state, buy land start things. Ceeza was impressed and said i took after him because asides all the splurging, i still made moves. But then i had my building project going on and i still drove my lex. Lets just say time rolled by, some details i left out, i went back to baba, understood my taboo and the guidelines (if you follow this piece carefully you’d see the betrayal, the snitching, the attention, the fame, the glitz, everything that happened I’d relay them here piece by piece.)

But then everything was working, I had only Joe, just Joe and no other person just joe. Now il explain how this spirituality thing works, guys its real the connection between Diabolical means and hussle. Now i came to understand that, Ceeza’s own was he’d be able to attract clients and bill them anytime he liked wether he built trust or not. My own was that i had only Joe and Joe it was. But surprisingly if i asked Joe for $300k he’d find it it might probably take a few days or two. but then i asked for his bank details, i already knew what he was worth, how much he earned and all the things he had. Joe lived a simple life but he had a blessed family, they had ranches, had a family business properties in Cyprus and real estates. But nigga didn’t give a shit and would go ahead and live in a low budget caravan house (a Special Vehicle with all the facilities of a house). But everytime i asked for cash he always provided it and the highest i billed him was $300k and he cane forth with it. It only took a day and half know but the scope of this Diabolical means is the moment i ask my client for help, “anjonu ma wonu e” a spirit will overide his thoughts and let him do my bidding. Baba told me

But then again, i had seen the end of this visitation, i was ready to go, Ceeza was waiting for me in the waiting room, Baba didn’t say anything after that. He handed me my laptop, but from all indications i could see it had been tampered (not the hardware or software) but i could see red oil stains and some shit i had to wipe off from the casing. As i made to leave, Baba then spoke up and asked me to drop a thousand naira note in the floor and that was payment for his troubles then he added, “if e don dey sup, come see me na that time i go collect raba for your hand” But then, Ceeza did the drive home because i was weak as Bleep and like that nothing was said, it was too much an experience for me to narrate to him, i was so sure he wouldn’t want to hear it, now understood why everybody dey code for game if them get sure plug, but was this plug a sure thing?? Well i was going to find out.

We got home, but then again, i slept the whole day, i was locked up in my room, I didn’t even come out to bomb but Ceeza didn’t even disturb me (understanding Nigga). But then the morning after, around 6am Nigerian time, i went to the lounge and Cezza as usual was working away on his laptop, damn, make i check my mail na, i went back to the room, took my laptop, went to the lounge again, hooked my Pc to the blazing Wifi that connected our Apartment and there it was, Joe from Texas had written a bible of messages saying he though he misunderstood me and was sorry he let people get in his personal buisness. Shey this one dey wyn me ni?? Oh well, i checked google voice, sent him a text, Joe replied instantly, oh well we talked back and forth and my guy needed to run around for a Hundred thousand dollars just five minutes into the convo. I had done this alone, i waited for him because he said he’d do some runaround o, 6pm Nigerian time, Ceeza had gone to hangout with one of his chicks, then Joe typed in, “i got it” he said “got what i queried” (because i didn’t believe it even from when he said he was gonna do a run around) “the cash babe” he replied. Then he added, in a minute I’ll hit your btc wallet!!

But no be lie, he did as he said and after 2 confirmation, i had btc in a hundred grand equivalent now do the maths, $100,000 times 450 damn i was that rich ajeh!

What happened to me in that coffin was the type of effect i had when i took opioids (refnol or swiphnol) personaly, half card of that drug makes a day skip in my life because I’d sleep off like a log (but i only used it when I need to sleep because overtime I rarely slept in the day after hours or days of bombing) and the effect it had on me everytime i did was to sleep till and when I’d wake up, I wouldn’t probably remember the events of the previous day (or at some point, I’d obviously remember all but slowly!) It’d be like a day skipped in my life. But this wasn’t drug, the most i slept of drugs was a day and thereabouts but damn, this felt like Baba closed the damned coffin for a minute, and exited the room, while i was in there, i was scared as hell but in the process i closed my eyes for a minute, then when i opened it again Baba was there, like he’d reappeared the same moment he exited just to open this coffin but then he was welcoming me and asides telling me that I’ve been there for seven days, i realized it because after i exited the white room, but mind you, before i left this room, i ate the same shit i ate on the first day of the enlisted seven days (aforementioned). But this time, it wasn’t wacky, tasted really nice but i still did shit blindfolded.

I completed the last rite, (Baba then led me to a different room entirely but then this time it wasn’t white. but i was scared shot again, there was a {a big party jollof rice type of pot in the middle of this room again} the contents were boiling but I couldn’t see the fire that heated the pot even though it stood on three stones (aro meta) i kid you not, pot was boiling seriously and Baba told me to get in i hesitated at first and he said i should [at that point he was getting really impatient because i was a little bit hesitant] but then if I could sleep in a coff, then this had to be done. I moved closer to this thing, dipped in my right leg [obviously testing the waters] but as i thought it was going to be wasn’t what i found, pot was boiling quite all right but inside this pot it was cold. Then the incantations went on and on and Baba stopped exactly when the boiling stopped, like it had been timed). I got back to the place Baba used as his office and Ceeza was waiting, my guy was grinning from ear to ear. But i was weak. If i was there for seven days like i confirmed, then the only thing i ate was that wacky thing the first day, and the sweet wacky thing the seventh day. In my body, i felt very very different.

I was led from that room to another room where i changed my clothes into white garments. Before i was led out, after changing clothes i dropped off my personal effects, then that point, his assistant then led me to the back of the house which obviously had another small gate which we exited and obviously that path led to a stream. I did as he instructed, he said when you get in that water, don’t say anything, just go in there in silence and bath as i normally did with my oyinbo made sponge and leather bath soap at home (the only difference was i had a native sponge& black soap in my left and a calabash to scoop water in the other. The soap was looking a little brownish-black in color and i guess it contained things sha. One of the things baba instructed me to do was to after competing my bath in silence, i had to not throw the sponge away but put it in the calabash and and put the calabash in the free flowing stream water so it floats away he then added that as the calabash floats away only then can i break the silence by saying in yoruba “leni mowe ekun iya mi danu, leni moti di atunbi awon aiye. Odabo aiye mi igba kan”

Today, I’ve cleanesed away the tears of my mother, Today, I’ve become reborn. Goodbye to my old life”

Some scary shit i tell you. But then bath was completed and we returned to Baba. This time baba was waiting in the white room (aforementioned) then he asked me to come into the room with my back when we got to the door. I went in alone and his assistant stood by the door. He then opened the the coffin, and in there was my laptop (I brought it because the last time i was here, he listed it) he then asked me to pick it up from inside the coffin, i did. He then asked me to sit inside the coffin then i did he then used something to cover my eyes, like a piece of cloth (the ninja style) so I wouldn’t see what ensued.
Then something filtered into my nostrils but from the smell i knew it was food somehow. Then baba asked me to eat like that blindfolded, inside this coffin So apparently someone or something held it then i obliged because at that point there was no going back. But then, what i ate, I couldn’t tell but whatever it was was wack as Bleep. Some beefy shiit. And as soon as i was done, he removed the blindfold, and asked me to relax on my back inside the coffin, i did, he murmured some yoruba shit and closed it exiting the room. Then inside there, i would wake up in a minute and baba came back telling me “kaboor omo irunmole” seven days had passed but i was in that coffin for only a minute I thought �

wouldn’t have gone back to the baba because i thought it was all very stressful and I kept thinking to myself why i had no say in what the Baba guy decided and oh, how could he decide my fate like that? I didn’t even say anything and he could tell everything and how was that even possible? On the ride back home, i wanted to tell Ceeza everything but he shut me off and said whatever happened in there was for me and me alone he didn’t want to know the details as it was a taboo for him on his own side but wait Taboo?? How so?? I had questions i didn’t is think I’d have answers to, that day, we drove the rest of the trip in silence. Now i guess I understood the silence, now i knew he was fetish and maybe he thought i was going to cast him or something but I wasn’t ready for kiss and tell but the real deal.

In the course of events that happens previously, Joe from Texas no matter how hard i tried, he wouldn’t bulge. He wouldn’t send in anymore payments. (Guess his Sister saw him texting too much and ask him for the details so Maga went ahead and told his Sister how he’s been helping me get my fortune by paying for everything that would make it go through) that was how the problem started. But then, Joe from Texas finally blocked me and that session ended. Well yes, i was a big boy with my small Lexus but i was running low on cash and if I didn’t do anything, I’d go back to stressing to find a new client and having to go through the pain and pangs of nursing them to submission and doing my biddings. Something that Ceeza would have cashed out in the space of three days.

But then nobody tell me seh, one Saturday like that, i woke up and hit the road! I wasn’t about to go back to the days i trecked my life out. I wasn’t ready to go back to being broke. I kept driving, at some point i turned on the radio in my car (i was an Fm person from my school days) and then Drake’s God’s plan filtered through my car speakers but then (i hit the knob and changed to a different station) God’s plan? Not today i said! Nothing was going to stop me as my new found fame came with bigger responsibilities, and more bills to pay.

But then again i sat face to fave with the Baba again after i had carefully observed the first rite and having to wait till it got to my turn. But this time, Baba sat in a normal posture and wasn’t meditating or doing Yoga like the last time. This time he was alive. After accessing me and all, he said “your journey starts here” i was led to a sepreate room where I couldn’t see the walls because it was tappered with white garment all over and there was a small wooden frame that sat in the center of the room. On closer inspection, it was a coffin painted in white too infact everything in the room was white. He then told me i was gonna spend my seven days in that room, but didn’t say anything about the coffin. “Prepare for a cleansing bath first” he said.

Babe, not easy to bomb and write mabinu

Adsensegirl:
This is exactly why I don't follow stories that have not ended. I hate delays in my life

As required, Shoes were removed and we walked barefooted into a waiting room that had about four other guys like myself waiting. Apparently, they did the same thing we did with our shoes, these other guys sat on the floor in this room and from that room, everyone took turns by going into another room in the order we came in. It got to our turn and Ceeza informed me and said at that point, it was my fight, my own course and i had to face it alone. “Wait you mean go into the same room as other guys alone” I queried. “As we don enter here since, all those boys shey person follow dem enter ni” dude shot back. I asked him what i was gonna say or tell whoever was in that room attending to errybody but then, he said I didn’t need to say anything i just needed to go in.

In this other room, sat a young guy, he was Ceeza’s age i can tell but damn, i was expecting to see ‘Baba’ like the other boys we met referred. He just sat there like he was in a trance and after i was led in by the boy that came to announce my turn. He just sat there like he was meditating because he acknowledged my presence with a nod and just sat there. But then for a first timer, room was scary as Bleep, (in Yoruba movies, the set designing of a Babalawo scene exactly) only that this was not in the movies but real life.

Baba as being referred to (even though he was young), then finally awoke from his trance or meditation posture and finally spoke. I just sat there and listened to my life story being relayed out by someone who never crossed path with me leaving me suprised. I’d have said Ceeza but no he said things that Ceeza didn’t know about me and to round it up, he said to make my hustle booming i needed to plus it and Oshole was the way. He explained further and said just before the Oshole thing, I’ll need a rebirth, (to be born again asides the one I experienced through my mum and that obviously meant I’d come back when I’m ready and for seven days, we’d perform the ritual rite for the rebirth and I’d have to stay there and not go home for seven days and seven nights and on the seventh day, he’d have finalized the Oshole and i could go home afterwards. I wanted to ask questions but again before i did, Nigga went into that trance mode and motioned for me to leave with finger gestures. My session had ended but i had no say for now.

No vex jarey everybody, car trouble wan turn me to werey ni jarey. But its fixed now update tonight.

Chai small cash out, everywhere no burst because e no plenty like that but yes things change small and Ceeza kept grounded. I wasn’t a show off by the way though but then, i still had a one million naira balance. The morning after the car purchase and every other thing i bought the previous day, me and Ceeza in my car we hit the road and headed for Shagamu. It even had to be because That night, In togetherness we worked Joe from Texas again, but this time he wouldn’t make any deposit. He gave reasons why. The agreement with Joe from Texas didn’t work no matter how hard we worked him. “Oiyel no dey your head ni but no forr, make we no work am again, we go waka for morning” and so we did.

On the road, my mind wandered into multiple thoughts. Like yes we haven’t even celebrated the car, We just had to hit the road. I liked the fact that we didn’t do that but i knew sooner or later, it was something that was bound to happen. Afterall, in the course of hanging out with his packs of Rich friends wey dey hot, i had being to more car christening damn i could count and so mine was bound to happen. The way Ceeza interacted with me hd changed too, afterall, now i had a ride, i had an iphone (top of the iphone food Chain) i had a mac, i now had trendy clothes and Sneakers but he was way ahead of me as a matter of fact. He used to call me by my name but in my car, on the road, he accorded me the respect because he was in my car afterall.

We got to our Shagamu destination, we parked and damn, for my mindset, my ride was cute, i had a silver Lexus that shined gracefully just sitted in the sun. Ceeza would then hand over the keys and just before we headed inside.

“Guy as soon as we enter this compound ehn, commot shoe ooo abeg o” according to him, here it was a taboo to walk in that particular compound with shoes on, i come dey fear. But Ceeza was there, it shouldn’t be bad.

I had 6m in the bag, but it was unbelievable. Ceeza worked through it, brought the cash home because I wouldn’t accept transfers as I had issues with my bank. He got in, and dumped the whole lump on the table, took his cut and headed for his room. So in the lounge and right there on the dining, i sat fave to fave with six million naira and I wouldn’t believe it. So many thoughts of what I’d so with my money, i was drowning in thoughts then Ceeza reappeared and we talked again. This time he explained and said it was me who found the client, so finding the client was my luck, making the money was my luck as well and like he said, he said it was God’s doing and if care was not taken, i may end up being stucked in a hole but to avoid that and to make things easy for me in the game.

“My guy two plus two na wetin” he queried as i sat infront of him, ‘four’ i replied.

“He correct but that one na Maths”
“To you the answer na four, but Gee my own answer na twenty two”

He then went on to explain. He said if you bombed with God’s grace, two added to two na four but if you bombed with black powers its twenty two. He then made me understand that he was actually talking about plusing my hussle.

“No worry, make we go do shopping, first thing tomorrow we leave at dawn”

Finally, but i asked him why he hid that part from me for so long and made me do the hard work and he was cashing out big big. He then said it was a process and he himself went through the same process just like he made me do. He then said another thing was secrecy, he had to be sure somehow in the game, i soiled my hands first because if you bombed and didn’t cashout, you were a virgin. You still had clean hands until you made your first hit. He was waiting for me to soil my hands by cashing out first and see of i would be u to it.

Then he added

“If you no do game and you come tell me say make i show you way, if i show you and you nooorr do, i don cast be that.


But then again, by the end of the said day, six million turned to one million. Approximately i had spent five million. We went shopping, bought this bought that, sent money to my Ma at home, but the purchase that really ate deep into the cash was the Lexus Es 330 that i bought it was the biggest purchase i did asides my iPhone and my Mac. I didn’t have car purchase thoughts at all bit Ceeza influenced that. I thought he wanted to use that too as a bragging right so his Boss status would be certified and i guess he wanted a convoy too. A convoy from within.

Like i said i had clients too that i talked to even though, they didn’t pay or wanted to try but had no money. I was getting frustrated, but in my thoughts, i came to understand that the game was more than what met the eyes because I had taken time to study my Guy and i knew he was into fetish or diabolical stuff.. but one particular night, even though i was frustrated, i still typed away into the night but then Joe from Texas got home from work that night and after the normal “how was your day stuff” that we exchanged, he then said

“Honey we was talking about your inheritance last night. After thinking it thoroughly and through babe, i think i can work something out how can i contact your attorney so we can get proceedings going like you explained”

But then i followed the format up and asked him to write my attorney, i sent him an email and a contact number and asked him to tell my attorney that he would like to fill in as my next of kin so as to facilitate my inheritance transfer which was to the tune of blah blah and blah Million dollars.

(The word attorney, the email i provided him, the number for contact is all fake. Everything belonged to Ceeza and afterall he was my Boss and he knew the game more than i did and he had all the documents and even so, he had the otumopor that i was suspecting). Ceeza on the other hand was very impressed that i shot him a client. He worked on Joe from Texas and that night via btc, me and Ceeza made our first hot together. Joe from Texas deposited $20k. I was happy as Bleep damn and hence the sharing formula. Ceeza’s cut was 50% my cut was 50% too and that meant i got half the initial deposit which was $10k. But Ceeza took his cut, gave me my cut then after then split his own half into halves then let me have part of his share so that way i was $15k richer. In his words he said “this money na change ajeh, normally i no suppose mercy you but I know say you need the whole money sef na why you collect pass me but no worry you go need that money for your life and we go do some waka soon” so he said.

Niggas, like a CCTV, i started paying more and more attention. Then i started seeing things that were not really normal. Ceeza put me through in the game alot, but there was something he hid from me and i believed it had to do with the way he controlled his clients, the way they did his biddings. But I couldn’t put my ginger on it. Like at night, We’d be bombing and at 12 am he’d excuse himself and say he needed a bath which at the time felt very normal to me and afterall, i was a game rat, an understudy and i was in his house so that way he could do whatever he wanted. Ceeza will excuse himself and head for his room, then 30minutes later, he’d re appear, fresh from his bath, with an all white garment (the type that the clerics used to pray) then he’d continue his hussle which still looked very normal to me because like i said in the game i was a Rat that before i met him, new nothing about the hussle.

But surprisingly, Ceeza’s midnight Shower or bath was the only time he’d get in the bath. So if he went to his room at 12am exactly, he’d never shower the rest of the day no matter what. He wouldn’t even get in the swimming pool if we hanged with his group of rich friends. (So i remember one time that we drive to an hotel, his then Boss was celebrating his birthday so we got to the hotel and after awhile and in the midst of all that fun we were having that day, some girl lost her footing (because she was drunk) then crashed into Ceeza who was talking with another dude just by the pool side then in they both went in the busy pool. Ceeza could swim obviously but them, he came out of that scenario dripping of chlorine water. But i could tell he obviously wasn’t happy. The girl’s dude apologized alot to him. But Ceeza wasn’t happy. That day, we got back home and he went straight to his room without speaking a word to me and i could tell he didn’t hussle that night because his laptop and his phones idled away in the lounge where i was and the morning that, Ceeza infomed me he was heading to Shagamu alone. But before then that morning i overhead him speaking on his phone to “Baba”

“Baba i no happy, but i don dey come”

He’d come back to the house again a happy guy but 3 days after he didn’t hussle or open his laptop and when i asked why, he said he just wanted some time off.

Thanks everyone, this week i will drop more updates, someone said make them longer. i will

bakesntakes:
How far bro, give us update

Then i started connecting the dots, i had been living with my dude, and I didn’t know if he did anything to aid his hustle. Yes he didn’t hide the hussle from me, he put me through on the game totally. He mostly worked on his pc and he was a guy who liked to watch movies and bomb at the same time (he’d sit in the lounge, in the dinning area or on the sofa. But he’ll make sure he did so watching a movie so simultaneously, he’ll be scamming away and seeing a movie on the Tv) why he liked to work that way I didn’t know or wouldn’t tell. But if left alone, like if he goes out to get something or probably leaves home without me to catch a deal, I’d turn of the tv then play our Nigerian afro beats music through the Samsung home theatre that sat in the lounge waiting for a command to show what it could do when it came to sounds while i bombed away. Well i always thought Nigerian music producers were crazily creative with their sounds and that sound system confirmed it.

I wasn’t making any hits, no cashouts, Ceeza on the other hand damn, he had several clients and the cashouts were massive. My dude even turned to a Picker because, he could control hos clients effectively, they all loved him, they did whatever he wanted them to do.

“Babe i need you to help me create an account at *******Bank”

“Babe i deposited funds in you bank, please confirm”

“Babe i need a Hundred grand”

babe this babe that, babe blah blah blah blah
Ceeza would always tell his clients and damn, they did whatever he asked them to do no questions. I know his work flow, it all starts on a dating site, then to a voip number, then a week at most of steady back and forth messages and my guy be talking in dollars. Funny enough, my dude told me to always follow the scope format, but he doesn’t even practice what he preaches. But then
I started seeing things j wasn’t paying attention to before because i was a dunce. But then again I paid more attention to Ceeza because I thought something just wasn’t right with the way he handled his clients which to me they acted like they were in a video game and Ceeza was the player. They obeyed his every command hence the curiosity and i was on a quest to find out.

Fresh updates today i promise you guys, e no easy to dey bomb and to dey write this thing but i got this

No bro, just that I’m working/Bombing from monday to sunday yeaaah

jahson19:
Na so this fine story end just like dat?

But then, i hanged with Ceeza alot. I wasn’t making anything, but I wasn’t lazy, well did i bomb? Yes i did. Why wouldn’t i?? Ceeza was a workaholic, he worked alot. So he made me do the same thing. Sleeping at night was a crime for him and he instilled that in me. If you slept in the day, he didn’t have issues but at night especially at midnight, he’d make you wish you never attempted sleep. I was a victim on several occasions because it wasn’t easy loosing that sleep. Ceeza would say, “all your life wey you don dey sleep for night dey come na hin make poverty dey una domot” If he found you sleeping instead of bombing chatting away on your laptop, sometimes, he’d bring his blunt closer to your nostrils and leave it there for a brief letting the smoke fill your lungs and before you knew it, you’d wake up choked and believe it or not that shit hurts. Or he’d slap the Bleep out of your life waking you up abruptly. Bro was a military man at midnight but a normal nigga in the day.

I lost sleep yes of course and i found drugs too. Meth, Refnol, Loud, local strains like Loud and Sk, i got exposed to lots of drugged environment. To my old niggas, the nerds like me i had changed, maybe i did, the Ceeza mentality was, any chat that didn’t involved moneytalks was trash” my old friends remained what they were, i was changing, or i had changed. We texted slot on Facebook before but i stoped responding to them. Stopped picking their calls, stopped hanging out at our favorite joint and I wouldn’t want to even hang with them because, i wasn’t cashing out truth be told but i was fucking the coolest hoes that came around, my wardrobe and dress sense had upgraded (i started dressing more like my dude). I had more clothes than i could possibly wear because Ceeza was a real OG. My old friends had legit jobs that paid chicken Shit, my new friends had Benzes, the update and all the pussies you could ever want. My old friends were my first shenking in the game.


I bombed and bombed and bombed alot, nothing. I had clients that i texted steadily, i built up all the trust like i was taught. I finally beat the sleep barrier and i stayed up all night but damn. nothing was working. I had bombed for nine months and at some point, i lost the clients i had because according to the inheritance format and when they saw my billing, they’d then be questioning things and they’d probably block me off or stop talking completely because no be say my scope no tight, for this game, if you no use juju somehow, Shiiiiiiiiiiiiipo your papa no go see!!!!!

Days then ran into weeks then weeks into months, In between these periods, my mum at first didn’t like the idea of hanging with him. But i stopped coming home and She had no choice than to free me. Ceeza in the other hand, through his new found fame, the benz and everything (primarily, he gave out his Lexus to his Mum). We relocated from the mainland to the Island. Apparently, Dude was an OG and that ride came with lots of attention and it put Us both on the edge. But all that while, he had tutored me on the hussle, I hadn’t made a hit at all but i understood the process, Ceeza only used premium dating apps, he bought tools because he could afford it. He’d go on a dating site, put up a profile and pay the subscription and after that he’d bomb all the way. Most times, he’d do the same thing and ask me to bomb for him he said that way I’d learn too.

His kind of hussle was stressing i got to understand this later, he’d create a profile kn a dating app or website, pay the subscription, finds a target, moves them off the dating app or site to a voip number (google voice or text now) then starts nursing them. But surprisingly, he didn’t nurse any client for long, they’d exchange messages for 3 days at most then before you knew it, the new catch was paying in dollars. I’d do the same thing atleast i can say he paid the subscriptions for me but I’d sit on my laptop for hours that graduates into days and weeks and i still wouldn’t have made shi shi. But these went on for a while, but then again, I thought Ceeza had the grace. and everytime i spoke or complained about doing the same thing he did and getting “nothing to wrote home results” he’d shrug it off and tell me to put more effort. No relent like he said. But the game is more than what meets the eye. That i was going to understand pretty much later.

The following week went by so fast, and again again, my mind kept traveling back to the events that happened in the weekend, yes i was bleeped that night, the next morning. We moved, Ceeza dropped me off and promised to see me the week after because he needed to fix somethings like he said. Surprisingly, mum never really queried my movement, she had seen him pick me up and she’d seen me leave with him. The only thing She said was, i should have picked her calls or left a message. Well to me that meant we i could hang out with Ceeza again but have to let her know my movements.

For a week or thereabouts, I didn’t see my guy. Well i still had that fine Versace top and jean and that cool sneaker he bought for me. I washed the top carefully, cleaned the sneakers and decided i was gonna go to church in them. Chioma must know. Those were my thoughts. Then Sunday morning, Mum came to my room, told me Ceeza was outside asking to see me. Ceez what? I jumped out of bed, ran past my mum l, located the door that led to the outside and when i was outside, there was Ceeza and a white Glk benz with black rims. He said it and he did it.

“Make we dey go my gee he said” earlier i had thought about how I’d hit the church the same day in the cool outfit he bout for me a week ago. But here was the devil and his benz in our our house. I dashed in, changed clothes well yes i jumped into what I planned to wear earlier and we zoomed off. We headed to his apartment, we got in and damn, in there, it was so fine. He generated his own power, had a big ass led Tv, lounge was cold asf!. Dude snapped me back to reality and told of how i’d have to be hang/living with him so I’d be able to learn the craft and implement it under his supervision. He told me i had no choice and its one of the requirements if i was serious and wanted to change the story.

I wanted this right? I told him i was in and I’d know how to talk to my Mum about it. We spoke for a long stretch where he explained his hustle for me, told me of how he started bombing too, told me his up and coming story. And after all the long talk, he said I’d need a phone or a laptop. We accessed the situation, Dude provided me with a laptop,and i was stucked with my Tecno Spark.

Pele tie

MikeMicheal:
MODERATORS CLOSE THIS THREAD!
Fraud is being promoted.

Na Next of kin dating i dey do. But na premium dating sha.

Ahn for sure, I go complete am.

VicThory:
Which work be that. Dating don tire me. No money for that place.
Complete your story na