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daddytime:
I'm just led to address you with a bit a of my story just to correct some erroneous beliefs from you and chattiness, and believe me, this is coming from a position of love and I am hoping and pray that you are able to grasp just one lesson and maybe understand that hypocrisy has got a better meaning than you assumed.

You see, when I got enmeshed in the business of reaping from where I hadn't sown, to me, I thought it was an easy way out of poverty and indeed the best way in vogue.

In my time, there were no social media (FB, WhatsApp, etc) the grind then was more of manual scouting/scrapping for email addresses or postal addresses.

We started off as apprentices otherwise known as "shoe-shiners" because it was our duty to make sure the bosses' chores are sorted before we could even be allowed to listen to Oga's conversation with a client or see any of the faxed documents coming in or going out.

I learned the ropes from the ground up into when Social media was birthed and mobile phones had become a free-for-all. (This is to correct the belief that I am preaching karma and living right because I squandered my wealth and don't know how to continue making it if indeed I so chose to live). When you look around you today to see 13,14,15 years and above enmeshed in this evil lifestyle, making evil money, and you conclude that I am vexed because I can't make it in that same line if I chose to, then I have no words for you.

My ex-partners in crime are still all over the world, and just a WhatsApp message would be enough for me to continue doing the evil business. But I deliberately stayed out of touch because I have decided to tow a different line.

I'm going to give you one or two stories for you to understand why I'm on this course of preaching Karma, causes and effects, and crime and punishment.

As an apprentice, my chairman had a "big" client then who was his very good paymaster. This client would pay so much that my oga would even forget to keep in touch on the next billing because there was so much money to flex with. Until one day when my boss tried reaching him without a response for a while. And then one day he decided to try the landline one more time when luckily the man's wife picked up and announced his demise. My boss had refused to believe until the woman sent a faxed picture of the man lying in his casket for his funeral.

We were a group of young boys as apprentices, and I'd later branch out to be on my own having learned the rudiments of the game and started making money on my own. But there was one of my apprentice-mate then called "Chukwu" (not real name), he would remain with our chairman as his P.A and all.

One day we were together and he was lamenting on how he was on the phone with a female client who had been paying for only God knows how long and the next thing he heard was kprakkkk like someone committing suicide, and that he has been calling the line with no further response after that incident meaning the client ending her own life out of frustration.

In my case, the most money I made came from a fellow African (A Sudanese), this is very important to those who claim they are doing this shitty business to collect back what the white man stole from their forefathers-lame excuse as usual. Heck, we even had a Nigerian client born in the UK whom we fleeced to ground zero until he started introducing his Asian friends ignorantly into the scheme to get fleeced out too.

My Sudanese paymaster had a fledging trucking business. I would obtain money from him in deceit and go on to establish my own trucking business in Nigeria. You can check my old moniker gaby. As at 2006, I had a fleet of 7- 30 tons dump trucks and trailers. How I ever could believe I would destroy someone's life and business to enjoy mine is still a mystery to me today. If I should write about what happened with my trucking business, it will take a full page here.

Have I talked about an old couple who had been our clients and were paying until they retired and were still cajoled by my boss to hand in their retirement benefits? They brought the monies across the border in duffel bags one of which I straddled on my back on my boss' directive to take home for him. The next day, my boss woke up and was on the phone with his dad when after the conversation he turned to us and said "na wa oh".... "My papa say dem just dupe am of him pension money". If this isn't karma, please, tell me what it is.

When the bubble busted and the Feds would call for a massive crackdown on us and our enterprise, my boss had been picked up quietly from the airport, Chukwu (my boss' PA) had been picked up, and I got arrested too.

During interrogation, I was confronted with every evidence in the book down to my pictures and voice recordings because our phones had been tapped without us knowing.

With the array of incontrovertible evidence, it'd have been fool-hardy for me to keep denying my photographs and voice. The only thing I was advised by my lawyer was to give a " no comment" answer to their subsequent queries because it was my right and the evidence they have against me which had been shared with him can be argued if I refused to talk any further and I rope myself further in ignorantly.

Meanwhile, Chukwu and my boss had been grilled and already extradited to the US. Seeing what they had on him, my boss would go on to plead guilty, pay back some money, and was handed an 8-year jail sentence. That's for the Billionaire who profited more from every fund that came in oh.

Chukwu, on the other hand, went on to play the kind of game Mr Bah had been playing. Instead of him accepting the evidence against him which could proven beyond every reasonable doubt to his complicity and plead guilty as well, he kept on denying and digging a bigger hole for himself with plenty shalayes. He ended up getting a 9-year jail sentence which they both did and the the the the chairman would come out before his boy.

I was fiddling with my phone sometime in 2016 when a WhatsApp message would pop up on my screen.. Who be this? It was Chukwu. He had just been released and repatriated.

We had a long talk, reminisced about the old-time, and told him about my new life. He told me how he is putting up at Chairman's house obviously with nothing to start up on, and how he was waiting for Chairman to give him a promised #20m to start up his life.
In the course of the chat, I needed to step out on an errand. So, I told him we'd chat later.

That was the last time I'd ever talk to Chukwu. Chukwu passed on that same day in a very mysterious way. He was found slumped in the car with his girlfriend- different from the girlfriend we all knew him with. The one he told me he would be getting married to in a few months during our chat. The one who stood by him all through his incarceration years. The one who would travel all the way from the Netherlands every other month to visit him in the US pen. Life...

Chukwu had been in Europe a good 12 years before I even thought of trekking the desert to go find a "better" life.

For the most part of these years, he had done prison termsssss for drug trafficking and then the 9 years for fraud and would later die just after his last prison term.

Chukwu passed on without a wife or kid to call his.

When the people you see living "large", envy and look up to get bold and convicted as I am today to tell you how it truly sits with them in their closets as we the inner caucuses know it, only then will you understand that I am not truly stupid.

Why should I be ashamed to tell the truth and keep liberating myself and anyone else who seeks to truly be free from the throes of living a crime, lie, and ignorance? As a matter of fact, fear no even day my dictionary abi you never read how I take dey sleep for cemetery while on my way through the desert all by myself?

When the conviction came for me to tell my story and eventually do the book, I had refused to hold back anything however damning and laughable they might appear to anyone because I knew that telling it the way it is was the only way I'd succeed in whatever message I was bent on passing on.

When my parents and siblings got a hold of my book, they weren't really as pleased as they should have even though they were all surprised for all I had to go through. They naturally would have expected I curried it all to prevent the " what would people say or think".

But how do I tell my story without recourse to the very foundation upon which I was thrust into the life I would come to see and live?

How would my story make any sense to you if I failed to tell you in honest terms how my old school parents loved making kids so much in the hopes that at least of these kids would turn out well and be the Messiah of the family until they "manufactured" 11 of us kids with limited resources to give us all a good quality of life no matter how daddy and mummy struggled to fend for us all and eventually making me the dupe of the whole arrangement because as young as I was then, I already figured something had got to give and daddy would be needing a support to cater properly to all us kids. With this in mind, I told myself school had got to wait while I venture out to go find a way out of the present quagmire and should I meet my end while at it, I asked God to rest my soul, if for no other reason but for the reason that I had refused to sit still amid my present family dynamics, yet die, but chose to die while trying to make an impact in mine and my family's setting.

Sorry guys for the epistle.

The beginning and end of this lengthy write up is that if I truly was hypocritical or broke as you guys keep alleging and I desired to make it big in your understanding, I have the connect/contacts, I know how to get whatever tools I would be needing. But it is a vow that I'd rather die poor than go stealing from people and I am keeping it until my maker calls me back to him to account for my time here on earth.

One more thing, as per the ex-convict tag, I am not vexed by it and so very sure deserve that tag if indeed the judgement said so. Why? you may ask because I deserved it.

But when the judge says that, due to the evidence before the judge that my culpability was limited and from a stand of a "victim" too and as such should be acquitted, what should I do?

To this end and for people like you, I have decided that should a fire break out in my house today, the next thing I'd be saving after my family is that piece of paper acquiring me just in case the likes of you prop up on the future with this same narrative.

Happy Sunday, guys. Make una no vex.

Golden nuggets on a beautiful Sunday morning.
Although that was a long read,I do not regret ever dedicating my time and attention to go through it.
Daddytime, you have always earned my respect and you will always do. Keep living right and keep preaching the truth

This one all of them are sending congratulatory messages. We know where they are headed

London has always been blue

PlayMaker14:
“Hot temper nor fit boil yam”



Always think first before you react.....

Seconded!

Nigerian lecturers and Vice Chancellors always acting like demi-gods .

Osinbajo, always urging exporters, foreign investors and the Nigerian youths yet nothing to show for it

Jesus Christ!
This is disheartening. May the departed souls rest in peace and may God grant unto their families the fortitude to bear the losses

Gloria Mba,an actress?
Which movie(s) has she appeared in biko?
Anyway, thank God she survived the accident

Fahdiga:
Are you tired of your gender?

Yes!

Fahdiga:
Women doesn't have shame again. Imagine what an intending mother is wearing and even announcing it to the whole world. Imagine if it is women that rules the world and are the stronger sex

I am tired sef

Akposy:
Sunday Rice Syndrome. The eating of rice by Nigerians on a Sunday is indeed an age-long tradition.

Cheers to my Jollof and chicken. My jollof making game is improving with each trial.

Only 1 person registered for my gardening class here . Una no wan learn how to grow una own food? Make una register today o. We should but a sustainable food system in Naija. You can also register for your friends and family. Registration ends on Tuesday morning.

Happy Sunday foodies

Chef,pass one plate here now

chatinent:
Even Tiwa Savage sex tape generation know these men naw.

Mention movie names cos kids know Terminator, Van Damme, and Rambo too well...

Like Dolph Lundgren for example, the first movie of his I watched was “I am.”

Van Damme is a notorious womanizer!


Arnold and big guns bi like 5 and 6. The Rock is playing his roles today.

Rambo always with a shifted jaw.



Mentioning that movie above should tell you I am a grandpa.

I thought I was the only one who noticed that Van Damme is a womanizer,a notorious one at that!

A good name and a good legacy is better than riches

Sex here and there

Neighbour from hell

R.I.P to the departed souls and may their killers never find rest and peace

For how long will innocent souls be wasted in Nigeria?

Explorers:
Swimsuits being measured for decency; Venice Beach CA, 1929.

Decency has been buried 6fts beneath the surface of the earth now

Akposy:
Happy birthday to me! Another chance to rewrite my story

Happy birthday Chef!
May God bless your new age with all the good necessities of life

You wanted fame? Enjoy the goodies that come with it

They are all the same

Such a beautiful woman. May her soul rest in peace

Someone should summarize it for me

Cool and serene environment

I still do not know how these scammers do it. I mean ripping people off their money is just something I can never feel comfortable with. Some people's conscience has gone into extinction

Hmm

These HEADSMEN not Herdsmen should be declared as terrorists

Birds of a feather!

Succinctly couched!
Only if our leaders can come down from their high horses and make good use of these valuable suggestions

Africans and "someone out there who wishes them death or their family members death" are like 5&6. This is how these false prophets penetrate and suck their pockets dry with the vision of someone out there trying to kill them.

May her soul rest in peace