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Episode 20 is here.

I didn't even know this story would get to this stage. 😂

Mhizzard:
it sound so really.now adays,some girls are walking with empty head or dead in the spirit.

True

nickfrane:
Frank what’s next. Don’t dull

Coming soon. Just wait for it tonight

YoungBruzzy:
You are good at what you do OP
Please keep it coming……

But Omo mehn, things dey happen oh chai. Make person no too dey collect spray money again like this.

Inside that your evian, another evian dey, hmmmmm

Thank you, chief.

Dangerrard:
Frank you sure say you never visit baba for real life. Like this feels so real. Great job man.
Person suppose dey careful with babe wey boiz don knack ooo. Many girls are carrying bad luck transferred to them by the people they've mingled with before

Lol.. I never visited before oo

Episode 19

The day Kola and I left Lagos for Abeokuta, we left very early in the morning to beat the usual Lagos traffic. Lagos and traffic are like five and six, so we left around 6:00 a.m., but luckily for us, the traffic to Abeokuta was not ridiculous that Saturday morning.

It was my first time in the city of Abeokuta. The sight along the natural areas through which Kola drove was such a beauty to behold. The trip allowed me to observe the trend of developments along the road. The transition from urban to suburban and down to rural was clearly observed as we embarked on our cool journey.

Kola and Biola sat at the front seat, while I sat relaxed at the back seat like the car owner observing the city as we drove past. I must say, Abeokuta is a very fine city and the governor deserves some accolades.
Well, that was then. I can’t say for now what the city looks like at the moment.

Overall, it was a smooth trip from Lagos down here and it was less than two two-hour journey. Kola had halted at one major street that boomed with markets women and men. He said he was hungry and needed to refill his belly, so he alighted, and bought food for himself, for Biola, and myself as well, before we continued our journey to the said spiritual man for the proper cleansing and ‘ritual' like I had believed.

However, the duo doesn’t buy the word ritual. Kola said the Igbos call it ‘Awele’ which enhances good luck and fortunes in one’s life. He said some businessmen and women in Lagos also do it to make their business boom.

Well, whatever, today is the day I would find out, I said to myself.
I didn’t really get to converse with both of them throughout the trip. They were both having random chats while I admired the city in the back seat.

We soon found ourselves outside the city and down to a village outskirts of the town. And moments later, we arrived at the Baba's house; an old blue-painted bungalow house, surrounded with different flowers and herbs. Outside the house, we saw two clean cars parked there. A navy-colored Avalon and SUV.
Mehnn, those cars really got my attention as we stepped down from Kola’s Lexus 350.

So, we came in and waited outside for the visitors to round up with Baba before we could go in. Kola and Biola stood there sm0king loud while I was busy scrolling through my phone and hoping I wouldn’t regret my decision. I was still b0mbing, keeping in touch with some of my cl!ents, but none were willing to pay. I missed Smith and the sweet conversation we had. That man was such a beautiful soul. Well, na me f*ck up. I wished I hadn't bl0cked him.

After about 25 minutes, we saw two huge men walk out of the room, which I presumed to be the owners of the two cars parked outside. Very tall and huge body structures were like that of Don Jazzy. They had two rows of tatt00s on their arm and looked more like music artists.

When it was finally our turn, Kola took me in and saluted Baba with eulogies in the Yoruba dialect. I was just standing there like a mor0n. Kola went on to explain to Baba why he had brought me before him. He then left the two of us in the room. Biola was still outside, sm0king, I guess.

My eyes caught some weird stuff scattered in the room. Even though the room didn’t smell bad, but the odour almost made me throw up.

“Sit down, my son,” said Baba in Yoruba language.

Thank God I could relate in Yoruba a bit. Though I wasn’t too conversant with the language, but I heard and spoke to some extent.
Baba also sat directly opposite me. He looked like someone in his late 50s. With his pot belly and bald head.

He further explained that what I was about to do wouldn’t involve bl00dshed or kill!ng of animals like other people do, but rather a spiritual process that would cleanse and pave the way for my success and grant me good fortunes, both in business, career and whatever life endeavors I decide to venture into.

He even went ahead to make reference to the popular saying, of giving to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to Him. He went on to say deeper things I didn’t understand in Yoruba.

“What do you want from the Oracle? What do you want the Oracle to do for you?” He demanded that I speak it into existence loud and clear.

“I want my clients to pay and bow to my commitment and command. Let them pay in thousands and in millions. May they not think twice before considering my request and billing,” I paused.

“Any other thing?” He asked.

“No, Baba.” I nodded my head.

“So shall it be, my son.”

“I believe,” I muttered.

“I like you. There is something about your spirit. You’ll succeed.” Baba said, staring into my eyes. I was dumbfounded and didn’t even know what to tell him. He then proceeded to tell me things I would do to make the words of my mouth effective, and things that will defile it as well if care is not taken.

He said mine seems a bit easier, unlike what my colleagues and others are doing to maintain their wealth. Though he never mentioned any of it to me.

“You know nothing good comes easily,” he said.

“Yes, go on,” I said.

“First, I will make a portion for you. This portion will be in a calabash where no intruder will see it,” He said, and I nodded my head in affirmation.

“So, before you tell your cl!ents what you want, you must first speak it into the calabash,” he cautioned. And I was paying rapt attention, even though my heart was beating faster.

“Secondly, to make your fortune work, you must sleep with a woman every week. And you must release your s3men on her and never will you sleep with her again,” He cautioned.

Damn, what kind of rule is this one, I had thought.

When I thought he was done, he continued;

“And that is not all. You will also find a good girlfriend with whom you will use her good fortune to enhance yours and you must take good care of her since she will never make it in life. She must not suffer because nothing good will ever come out of her and whoever she ends up with as her husband.”

Wow.

“Then finally, when the money comes, which must surely come. You will go to parties and public places where you spray and share money with people. Those who have good fortunes among the benefactors would have their good fortunes transferred to you, and you will never go down, and likewise any business you venture into.”

“Hmmm. What about those with bad fortunes, will their bad luck come to me if they collect my money?”

“Yes, it will but the good news is that the ones with good fortunes would nullify the bad ones. So, you must make sure you share in a crowded environment to get a higher number of good fortunes.”

I kept mute and pondered.

“So, about the girlfriend how will I know if she hasn’t been used yet by someone else?”

“You'll know. Once you come in contact with such a girl, your inner spirit won’t want to have anything to do with her. I mean you’ll naturally dislike her.” Baba explained.

Meanwhile, all these were conversed in the Yoruba language.

"When all these are done, you shall return to please the oracle and share your testimony," he said and, let out a smile.

I just giggled.

He called Kola to come in and that was when he went ahead to prepare the portion that would be in the calabash.

It was around noon when we eventually left Abeokuta after a successful visit to Baba.

To be continued...
© Frank The Writer


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Episode 18

Later in the day, Biola came out and asked if I had eaten anything. I told him I hadn’t. I was even surprised at his sudden caring manner. Well, maybe because he knew I was penniless at that moment.

So, we left and got to one popular indomie joint. He then placed orders for both of us. While we waited for the food, Biola asked what I had decided to do with my life.

"Bro, I want to go back to my uncle," I said after a moment of silence.

"Just like that. And start life again? Hmm.."

"What do you have me do then? Obviously, Yahoo is not for me."

"Shiii..," he cautioned me to lower my voice.

He was about to speak when the Aboki served us the hot noodles, so he said we would eat and talk later. He also got soft drinks for us, which we used to flush down the noodles.

*

As we walked back to Kola's apartment, he began again:

"Dave, why do you want to go back to your uncle? What will you be doing there?"

Silence.

"See, what lies ahead is better than what you just lost. Na you just lose guard carry your phone commot." He added in pidgin English.

"So, are you suggesting that I do rituals because of money?"

"You are the one calling it ritual. Nobody said anything about ritual. Just to clear your bad luck and make your life easier, so your cl!ents wouldn’t be hard to convince," he narrated.

"Bro, my mind is heavy about this one. I don’t know what you are saying."

"Dave, you be juu man. You wan go hide under your uncle, but take my advice, stay in jungle and face life. No retreat, no surrender."

I didn’t say anything and he spoke further.

"Can’t you see the way Kola is balling and enjoying life? He is your guy. He won’t deceive you."

As we strolled, I kept thinking about all the things he was saying. There were so many questions running back and forth in my head.

Biola then said he would soon leave Kola's apartment to rent his apartment and start a business, too. According to him, plusing up would pave the way for me.
I was very confused and didn’t know what next to do.

When we got back to Kola's apartment, I went straight to the bedroom and fell tiredly on the bed, confused and tired of life. Inasmuchas I wanted to go back to my uncle, I still detested poverty and everything that comes with it. Where will I start life again after tasting the good life? I was so, so disturbed.

So, I picked up my phone to pass the time and depress!on. I scrolled to my music app, plugged in my earphones to my ears and Lucky Dube's track filled my head.

*

I lleft Kola's apartment to go see my father since his apartment wasn’t far from here. I planned to stay there for the weekend and cool off since I had nothing to do with my life anymore. I knew he would probably think I came to see him as usual. Meanwhile, Biola had assisted me with five thousand naira which I used as tfare, and also bought bread which I would give my father.

So, I set off on the hot scorching sun and boarded a taxi intending to pay my dad a surprise visit.

Moments later, I arrived at his rented apartment. First, I noticed people were crowded in the compound from the gate. I could hear noises from inside. What’s happening here today? I said to myself. I noticed the way people were looking at me and that got me even confused.

Surprisingly, when I stepped in, my siblings were the first people I sighted. They were really crying and my heart kept pounding faster.

"Joy, what’s happening here and why are you guys crying?"

She couldn’t speak. Rather she kept sobbing and eventually pointed towards the entrance of my father’s room.

"Yes, so what happened?"

Joy didn’t say anything. Instead, she kept crying. My heart was just pounding faster and faster. What could have happened? I didn’t expect to see them here at all. So, I walked towards the entrance of my father’s apartment, and that was when I overheard my mom’s voice. She was really crying. And that made my heart fly.

I threw my small bag on the floor and ran inside quickly. Lo and behold, my father was lying lifeless inside the room.

"Jesu!" I screamed, and my eyes gradually opened.
What a dream this hot afternoon. I felt my heart and it kept pounding faster. What sort of dream is this? God forb!d. I won’t lose my father, I said. Or could it be because of my sleeping position? Because anytime I sleep on my back facing the ceiling, I would always end up having a bad dream.

I quickly dialed my mom’s number and when she picked up, I told her about the dream. My mum was religious, so she rebuked it and prayed against it.
"The devil is a liar, nothing will happen to him." She prayed. While she was praying, my airtime got exhausted and the phone hung up.

I left the room to the sitting room and this time it was just me in the house. I sat on the sofa. Even though the TV was on, I couldn’t concentrate. I sat there just thinking about my life, asking myself just one question. When will I make it again? Do I have to plus up? What about the repercussions?

But Kola said there were no repercussions since we are not using anybody’s bl00d. The thought was gradually building up in my head and I was giving it a thought. These guys were chopping life and I had nothing on me.

Then, I remembered my guy, Osas. Hope you still remember him. I quickly dialed his number. The dude was happy to hear my voice again. We exchanged pleasantly so well.

"How have you been, my guy? Hope you’ve gotten the latest car in town," he teased me.

"Life is not like that oo," I just laughed.

I went further to tell him about my ordeal at the moment and how I ended up in the EFCC quarter. I also told him what my guys were suggesting, and asked if it was the right decision.

"Dave, you may not believe it, but I plused up too. I was even surprised you were cashing out without plusing up because ordinary Yahoo no longer yields anything. These people are getting wiser and no longer fall prey," he revealed.

Damn, even Osas plus up too, and he never told me.

He then narrated his story, how he went to one wise man in his hometown in Benin. He said if I was interested, I should let him know so he would take me to the place.

"Um, I’m not sure I’m interested though," I said.

Silence.

"How about my uncle?" I said, trying to change the topic of our discussion.

"He's fine," he replied lamely.

"Alright," I hang up.

*

Two days later, my mind was made up. Yeah, I decided going back to my uncle was, well, not the best option for me. Yes, I needed to make enough money and establish myself like I had planned, after which I would quit and focus on the business must have set up for myself.
The duo of Biola and Kola were glad I braved up and they had decided to take me to Abeokuta in Ogun State where we would meet the spiritual man for cleansing and perfection of good luck aura.

Hope you wish me well.

To be continued...
© Frank The Writer





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YoungBruzzy:
Oga Frank, abeg take your time wella. No let anybody rush you 😂😂 Now, this is what I've been fearing, dude is gon plus up too, sadly. His downfall started with the nameless girl truly. As a street Hustler, you gaz dey keep record of how things is going in your life so that will enable you to know who/ when things started falling apart.

May your ink never run dry boss
You're the real GOAT 🐐

Thank, you.

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Episode 17

That very night, they also arrested three boys, making it a total of six of us. As they drove by, I kept wondering how this would end. What would I tell my mom and my dad? I was beginning to feel bad for myself. Initially, I had thought I had automatic grace, but not knowing the devil was only setting me up for disäster. Lots of thoughts conflicted in my head.

Calmly seated and cuffed inside the Hilux which looked like a brand new one. The factory nylons were still intact and it got this new car smell. This had to be the most uncomfortable ride in a very long time. I couldn’t even tell where they were driving us to. The atmosphere was just calm. And none of them said anything to us as they drove on the cold tarred road. I guess it should be around 9:00 PM or thereabout.

They had taken my two phones, so there was no way I could detect what time it was. Even my wristwatch wasn’t on me as well. Then, I didn’t know what to expect. I hadn’t been in this kind of situation before all my life. No police case, nothing of such at all. I had zero cr!me records, but today was different. I have only read stories about how the EFCC raids hotels and sometimes clubs and other public places.
Sad to know that all those tales were what I would experience in no time.

After about a 30-minute drive, we went to what looked like their quarter. It was getting real and I felt pressed at that moment. I really wish this wasn’t happening. The Hilux drove into their quarters, made its way from the cross-section at the gate to another section with "Interrogation" boldly written on it, and it finally came to a halt.

"Get down," said one of the officers, who had us queue in a single line. He then took about three shots of us. The background was dark, so he used flash, which glimmered in our faces.

The next thing, they singled me out from the line and led the rest to a separate building while I was made to come inside the interrogation block. My heart kept panting faster. Why only me? Is this how I’m going to end up? Well, I couldn’t cry at the same time. I was just numb.

They took me to an empty room without windows. The only thing I saw there was two seats, a table, and a lamp that freely hung above our heads.

"Sit there," came the commanding, harsh tone from one of the officers.

I sat there with my both hands cuffed. And they all left.

Three hours and counting, I was seated there. My buttock was already itching me and I was tired of sitting. I was just thinking about my life and how bad it went in a few months. The effect of peer pressure.

Finally, they came in looking mean. One of them sat directly opposite me and looked me straight in the eyes for like 10 seconds before averting his eyes.

He then brought out a flat file from dozens of documents and placed one of them before me. And that was how the interrogation process began; from one question to another. They demanded nothing but the truth from me.
Well, I was naïve and scared. I told them I was just starting and hadn’t made any money.
However, they didn’t believe me as they went through my phone.

While they interrogated me, other boys were brought in. So, I was beginning to feel the room was for interrogation.

Let me just go straight to the point and abridge the long process.
The truth is, some of these EFCC officers are actually the biggest $cammers. We were forced to empty our account for the EFCC operatives. Some even have their cars dispossessed by them after collecting cash and their gadgets from them. I guess the unfortunate ones are the ones who get prosecuted for the media effects, just like one stubborn dude among us who refused to dance to their music. They took him out. I bet he will have it hot with them.

Sadly, these people emptied all the money in my accounts and likewise the remaining four boys. Their laptops and phones too. Luckily, they returned my other phone, but I bid my iPhone goodbye. They said they were just going to pity us and save us from the court-ish after they had emptied everything in our bank accounts. At one point, I was thinking if they were the real EFCC or fäke. It was the police that I knew that did all this kind of stuff. I never knew EFC were that c0rrrupt too.

I bet the government is also benefiting from cyber cr!minals because I was sure all these seized funds goes to these officials which includes car and other big gadgets. But if only they showed the same zeal in arresting those c0rrupt politicians too, maybe the country would have been a better place.

Long story short, very early in the morning they dropped the five of us at the major road and asked us to go and sin no more. It was a moment of mixed feelings for me, I must say, because I was happy we were set free and didn’t go further to be prosecuted, and all that court stuff.
But all my money was wiped and my iPhone was gone as well. A memorable day that I wish never happened.

Where do I go from here? I was feeling sick already, my temperature was high and my eyes hurt so badly because we weren’t able to sleep throughout the night.

When they dropped us off, it was around 5:30 a.m. when I checked my other phone. The other guys went their way home; all man on their own feeling sober.
I had to call Kola. I narrated my ordeal to him. He said he would come pick me up in the next few minutes.
Biola had informed him that I said I would be back the next morning like I informed him while I was leaving that night to meet with the nameless girl.

Fifteen minutes later, Kola arrived with his Lexus 350. Biola was with him in the front seat. I hopped in the back seat and he quickly reversed and set off, speeding on the tarred road. The duo didn’t say anything to me and I couldn’t even utter a word as well. Silence accompanied us until he drove back to his apartment.

"I don’t know who she is, but the girl you are meeting with has bad luck," Kola said when he stepped inside the living room where I was seated, speechless with lots of voices saying this and that.

Yahoo is not for everybody. Go back to your uncle. Yet another voice was saying it was time to plus up. What will you tell your people?

Then, Kola went further to say that I f**ked up by going out with my iPhone. Secondly, my problem started after I slept outside. He said the bad luck came from whoever I slept with which led to Smith having issue with me and finding out I wasn’t real. And from there, down to the EFCC issue.

"That girl is not good for you, man. Not all sockets you plug your phone," he said in parables. I wondered why he was putting all the blame on the nameless girl.
Well, what do I know?

"So what next now? I’m so broke now. Everything is gone," I said after minutes of silence.

"Well, you just have to plus up, man. At least to clear your way and all the bad luck you have contaminated these days," I finally heard from the horse's mouth.

Goosebumps here and there.

Plus up me?

Maybe, I will just go home, confess my sins, and be free. I don’t want to commit any ev!l, I had thought in my heart.

"Well, the choice is yours. If you want to go back to the trenches, fine," Kola said as if he heard everything I said in my thoughts.
And that made me more terrified than ever. He stood up and walked inside the bedroom.


To be continued...
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Episode 16

I couldn’t stay back in the living room to watch the TV, so I went back to the bedroom to pick up my laptop and did nothing but stare at it. I was trauma!zed by what I saw earlier. I couldn’t just focus on anything. My mind kept drifting back to the calabash.

So, these guys are diabolic. Could that be the reason why they have been cashing out and nothing was coming my way? I was so lost in thoughts that I didn’t even notice when Biola came inside to pick something.

“Guy how far, this one you look this way, hope all is well?”

I was startled to hear his voice. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Did you get blocked by your cl!ent?” or what?

“No, nobody bl0cked me.”

“So, what have you been thinking? You didn’t even notice when I came in?”

“Nothing much.”

"I doubt that, you look worried guy. E dey your face.”

He was right. I was worried. But how do I tell him that? I was confused because of what I saw out there.

“Guy, my clients never paid for months now," I told him, covering up.

“That’s normal, that’s why you need to plus up,” Biola revealed and I was shocked to my bone marrow.

“Ah! Plus up? How?” I acted like I didn’t know what he was saying.

“I’m sure Kola should have explained this one to you.”

“No, he didn’t tell me about it.”

“He’s your guy. Go and meet him. He will explain better to you.”

“Boy, you can tell me, if it’s what I can do, let me know.”

Biola didn’t say anything again. Instead, he walked out of the bedroom, and back to the living room.

Ah, so this is real? Yahoo plus? My God! My heart kept pounding. I’ve never been involved in any diabolical stuff before, and from stories I heard, it never ends well. The repercussions had always been terrible.

I was still lost in thought when Smith called me and out of the worried mood, I forgot to tune my voice like that of a lady before answering him and before I realized it, I had spoken a few words to him. Boom, he got angry and became suspicious. I tried convincing him that the voice he heard earlier was from a movie I was seeing, but he wouldn’t buy my excuse at all.

At that point, I knew I had f*cked up already. There was no way he would believe me. He started ranting, saying he had always suspected that I was a $cammer, but couldn't just figure it out, coupled with the pictures I do send to him.
Smith kept screaming, calling me names; “you wretched $cammer, return my money or I report you to the authorities, blah blah blah.”

I kept telling him I wasn’t a $cammer, and tried all my best to calm him down, but Baba no wan hear anything. He just kept shouting like mumu.

Damn! I was so heartbroken. Smith was the only cl!ent I had hoped on. If he had agreed, or perhaps sent that flight money, my life would have changed for good. But now this, f*ck!
I felt my heart thudding against my ribs. I couldn’t continue the call since he didn’t believe all my lies.

So, I quickly went to the living room and informed Biola. He just laughed and told me to bl0ck the ‘motherf**ker' in his words.
He said I should bl0ck him first on Facebook so that he won’t report my account, which would lead to Facebook bl0cking it.

“See, if you had tied him down, this man won’t doubt anything you tell him.” Biola continued to shock me. I was just speechless, staring at him in awe.

“I don’t think any Whiteman would ever be so stup!d to trust you that much without seeing you in a video call. Besides, he already sent you money the first time and he would want to see your face. Before sending you any funds again," Biola continued.

He went on to say that some of them have thousands of dollars in their account, while some even have millions.

Biola told me a story about his cl!ent who sent him pennies weekly not until the very day he tied him down, that was the day the man gave him access to his bank account. He said he was shocked to see that the man had almost 300k dollars in his account.

“Wow!” I exclaimed.

“You can imagine,” he said.

“So, what did you do?”

He laughed and cleared his throat.

“I wiped everything gradually,” he announced without remorse.

“Jesus! Dude, that’s a lot of money.”

I was going to say: “You’re heartless oo.” But I refrained my tongue before he got flared up.

“Well, you’re just starting. Very soon your mind go dey full full,” he said and giggled.

“Hmmm…”

“Besides, these people have insurance covering them up. They have hope unlike us,” Biola said, trying to justify his acts.

“Bank insurance? When he was the one who willingly gave you his bank details. I’m not sure insurance covers this aspect,” I replied to him.

“Keep speaking grammar. I have told you what you don’t know.”

He left.

I did as he said and quickly bl0cked Smith on Facebook, but mehnn, I really felt bad. So hurt like one suffering from heartbreak. There was no hope of cashing out. The wire wire stuff wasn’t coming through as well. I became restless and I felt like I shouldn’t have indulged in this stuff in the first place.

Gosh, I was having a bad day. I lay on the bed but couldn’t sleep. My heart was heavy as a stone. I decided I’d go out and take one or two bottles of Heineken. Maybe that would help the situation.
Why not call that girl? The second thought that rushed through my head.

I went into the bathroom and had a cool shower. When finally I got dressed, I scrolled through my dials, and found her contact which I saved as “Dublina girl”.

As soon as I rang her, she picked up immediately.

“Hello, Kelvin,” she addressed me by the wrong name I gave her.

“Wasup, are you free?”

“Um, yeah. Anything for your girl?”

We chit-chatted for one minute before I told her that I wanted us to meet at the same location.

“I’ll be there in 25 minutes,” she said.

I could feel she was excited. Why won’t she? When I paid her well the last time.
I buckled my belt and told Biola I was going out and would be back the next morning.
The time was 8:15 when I set out to Dublina Hotel on a mission to meet with the girl without a name, lol.

I boarded a taxi as usual and got there after about a 25-minute drive. I got down and paid the taxi driver. The environment bubbled with loud music and just the moment I looked up, I saw 3 uniformed men coming out from the hotel. “EFCC” was boldly written on the apron they wore. For the sake of non-Nigerians, EFCC stands for Economic and Financial Crimes Commission.

You already know what they stand against, right?

I quickly felt my pockets, and at that moment, it was down on me that I had messed up my life. I came out with my working phone which was the iPhone.
What is happening to me today? I never came out with that phone until that unfortunate day.
I quickly turned to walk away from their direction but sadly, they already saw me and one called me immediately. Even if I decided to man up and walk past them, I knew they would still call for my attention. It was something we see every day on the roads.

God! I almost peed on my trousers when I turned to behold the three of them looking mean. Their faces weren’t clear in the dark background. I looked to my left and saw their Hilux packed there with two scapegoats in handcuffs. I was vibrating and couldn’t think of my next move. If only I had Merlin's power.

“Young man, why did you turn away?” asked the first officer.

“Um, nothing.” I stammered.

“What do you have there?” he asked.

“I don’t have anything in me.”

“Let's have your phone.”

My heart skipped a bit on hearing that. I put my hand in my pocket and brought out my old phone. “Here it is,” I handed it to him.

He went through it in a jiffy and then stepped forward. He felt my pockets until he found the iPhone in my back pocket. Gosh! I’m doomed.
You might be wondering if they have the right to go through my phone. Well, this is Nigeria, the uniformed men feel they can always haräss the citizens and go through their phones because of the high rate of cr!me.

“Unlock your phone,” ordered the officer.

At that point, I knew I was finished. Maybe I should have just stayed back and sleep. I watched as the officer scrolled through my phone and then my gallery. I wished the land could open and swallow me. Kola had always warned me not to go out without my working phone, but unfortunately, it was my first time and I didn’t intend to go out with it. Hard luck.

“Oh, no wonder he saw us and wanted to run away,” said the officer as he continued to scroll through my iPhone.

“Take him to the Hilux. He has a lot to explain,” the officer ordered.

I couldn’t talk. I was just dumbfounded. And then my phone rang. I already knew who was calling.

“His girlfriend is calling. Dublina girl,” said the officer jokingly when he glanced at my phone screen.

The other two officers busted in laughter. I felt m0cked and rid!culed.

They led me to the Hilux while my phone continued to ring.

What a day! Smith had b0lcked me earlier and now this.

To be continued..
© Frank The Writer.

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Frank I really appreciate your updates... your story is amazing and addictive. E be like say Dave auto grace don apply break. Anticipating next update. Kudos man

Thank you.

77up:
I actually got this thread today and I gladly read all the updates today.

I have put everything on hold to read everything. I must say you write so well bro, God bless you wholeheartedly.


You got a new fan, please keep it coming .

Thank you, sir/ ma.

YoungBruzzy:
Lol 😆 so Dave thought all those steady cash out na from God, boys dey run things correct.
Inside that hustling, another hustle still dey, normal. I am sure Dave will later delve Into that Plus zone too, if not, Kola and Biola will part ways with him and that will be his undoing unless God is on his side.


You are doing exceptionally well Oga Frank ❤️❤️🫵🏾🫵🏾

Thank you

Episode 15

My stay at Dublina Hotel was memorable with the call girl who was nothing but friendly and fun to chat with.
After the night, I told her to stay back because I really enjoyed her company, even though she still refused to tell me her name. Well, I returned the favor by telling her the wrong name. I told her my name was Kelvin.

She told me that most of them wish to stop their ugly business, but it’s not as easy to quit as we think. Just like a bad habit of smoking and drinking. According to her, she had tried to quit but would eventually see herself accepting calls from her old cl!ents. And sometimes the reward was always tempting to resist.

“What if you are given money to start a business?” Would you continue?” I asked her.

“It depends on the business, you know.”

“How? How do you mean?” I asked.

“Yes, it depends on the nature of the business. Some businesses would keep you busy and require your attention, while some won’t.”

“Yeah, true, you’re right.”

“So, if the business is lucrative and requires steady attention, there won’t be room for any form of that any longer, even though that doesn’t mean the person would quit instantly, but at least to some extent.” She continued.

I quite understood what she meant and I did enjoy the whole conversation. She really had something upstairs, even though she didn’t have a university degree which you will realize by the way she pronounced certain words, but I didn’t make m0ckery of her.

“What do you do for a living?” She had asked.

“I’m into import and exports, general merchandise,” I told her.

She believed me and went on to ask further questions, which I attended to smartly.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night was entertaining with long hours of s3x. I did make sure I wore a condom to avoid STDs. I really can’t forget those nights in a hurry, but I wouldn’t want to bore you with all the details. Or perhaps I wouldn’t want to get you turned on.

Winks.

I paid for the food and drinks we had for those three days. She had an extra skimpy gown in her bag, which she wore and later washed on Sunday. She would sit on the bed wearing her panties and her bra beside me, jisting and all that. Omo, story long shaa. I enjoyed myself and felt like a celebrity. She made it more fun. I almost fell in love but the thought of knowing she’s a prost!tute ruined everything.

Finally, Monday morning arrived. I paid her off and she left. I had to collect her number because she was more than a hook-up girl. I would love to meet with her again. She’s worth my time and money. And for the three days, I spent over 150K.
Kola told me over the phone that we could come back on Monday, which meant her babe had gone back.

*

While leaving Dublina around 11 a.m., I got a call from my mom.

“Hello, Dave. How are you doing? How is your father?”

“Mom, I’m fine. How are you? And how is your business? Dad is good.”

“My dear, we bless God for life. Though things are not going well,” she replied.

She sounded disturbed, and that made my heart skip. What could have gone wrong? I was worried

“What happened? Hope you’re not sick?” I asked speedily.

“I’m not sick, my dear. The shop rent is not readily available and this man is threatening to rent it out.” My mom sounded like one sobbing.

“Ah, how much again?”

“Dave, where are you going to see 80k?” she asked.

“Um, don’t worry.”

If only my mum knew the amount of money in my accounts.

“I shouldn’t worry. Are you going to pay the 80k?” She asked sarcastically.

“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll reach out to a friend.”

“Okay, that will be fine. Please, do if you have anyone. I will pay the person back in a few weeks,” she said.

“Alright.”

I quickly ended the call, feeling so emotional. I just spent almost two times the actual amount she talked about. I really felt bad my mother was going through a hard time. I had wanted to send her money long ago, but my only challenge was how to tell her how I had made such money. I knew my mom so well. She detested !llegal money and wouldn’t want to have anything to do with sw!ndled money, even if she’s dy!ng. That was her belief.
She still sees me as the young innocent boy she gave birth to 20-something years ago.

I quickly alerted Kola and narrated my mom's ordeal to him. I asked him to send her the money through his account. I wish he could send more than 80K, but that will get things complicated. Even if I tell my mom I played a bet, she will still not be happy with it.

So, Kola sent her the 80k which I paid back to his account. My mom called immediately to thank me that she had received the money. She also asked that I send Kola's account number so she could pay back once she received the money she was expecting.

*
After returning from the Dublina Hotel, I met Kola and Biola in the living room. They both welcomed me cheerfully. Kola teased me, saying I must have laid with 3 different girls. I didn’t say anything. We just laughed over it and shook hands. We chit-chatted in the living room before I went in to bring out my laptop.
You know I now own a laptop, right? Yes, I told you Kola ordered a laptop and an iPhone for me after the second cash out through the credit card stuff.

I continued to pursue my dream of wire transfer because that has been what I decided to pursue and not just depend on one client to send funds to me. Smith was telling me to give him time so that he would make enough money to send to me, but I felt he wasn’t going to send any money until he sees my face. Truth is, yahoo is not easy oo. It requires consistency and patience. If you rush your cl!ents, you lose them instantly because you would appear as a $cam to them.

Well, with time I became good in the game of the credit stuff. I could now load credit cards, mobile deposits, checks, and other card loadings. I was feeling myself, but I still hadn’t gotten what I needed, which was a wire transfer. I needed one big cash out to execute my plans; rent a good apartment and rent a shop.

Days crawled into weeks and nothing was coming forth via the wire stuff, but my guys were cashing out weekly. Before then, I already told my uncle that I was working in one company that paid me 75K monthly. The same lie I told my mom, which enabled me to send her 30k some time ago.

After one month, no cash out from my side yet. Meanwhile, I was spending the one I had with me. Kola wasn’t providing all that he had done before. It was all man on his own. Sometimes he would travel and stay for days or weeks before returning to Festac. And other days he goes to his boutique and stays there. So, the food we eat isn’t dependent on him all the time.

Besides, Biola and I weren’t the only guys under his tutelage. He still had some guys that did come around to learn from Biola. About two of them. I really felt it was time to make my own money and move out because he wasn’t as friendly again, unlike when I came in.

Sometimes, we attended parties together. Biola and Kola were balling doing dorime but I hadn’t cashed out for a month plus. It was giving me worry because I was spending the one in my account and my account was going down daily.

Everything was going well until one Friday evening when I opened one of the drawers on the TV shelf to check for the TV remote. Then, I was baffled by what I saw. A brown calabash that contained something like soap laced with cowries and other substances I could not recognize. The calabash was partly opened. I could feel my heart skipped a bit.

My heartbeat suddenly increased. Lots of thoughts ran through my head.

What! Black soap? Yahoo Plus? No, I can’t do this one. I only saw these things in movies. Anything about jazz or Vood00, I’m out. I came from a good Christian background, so I can’t sh3d blood.

I freaked out and closed it back.

To be continued…
© Frank The Writer


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My updates are not regular because I have a life outside of writing. Y’all should understand. Most times I sacrifice my nights to write for you but most of you won’t still engage.



I still appreciate those who engage steadily, I love you guys. ❤❤❤

YoungBruzzy:
Good boy gone bad!
Smh, there is nothing in that kind of life tho, except for its glitz and recklessness
You're doing well Oga Frank, keep it coming rush rush

Episode 15 coming soon.

Caseywilliams:
Holy ghost come down, coz ur people is going astray

😂

Which people?

Episode 14

Living with Kola wasn’t as hard as I had imagined before coming to Festac. He took me in like a brother. We would wake up and first thing first was to check our phones and go through the foreign e-mail, Facebook, and other dating apps we worked with. After which we did our money rituals, like brushing our teeth, washing our face, and then, breakfast.

He had a few foodstuffs stocked in the house, but he barely cooked. Kola told me he wasn’t good at it except whenever his girlfriend visited. He was prone to buying food outside. A part of his kitchen was already retired with all these disposable plates, and take-away.

But ever since I came to Festac, I had been the one cooking for Biola, Kola, and myself. They testified how good my cooking skills were. They both enjoyed my meal and Kola would always refer to me as the woman in the kitchen.

We were living the good life with steady lights, air-conditioned rooms, and steady food as well. We had our basic needs which included shelter, food, and clothes. And we mostly stayed indoors, plotting our mischievous acts.

There was a day my uncle called to find out if I had gotten a new job. I told him I was awaiting calls from two different companies. He said OK, believing my lies, and wished me well. He didn’t even ask about my father. Well, I understood so well.

At this point, Smith and I were already negotiating about what I told him earlier, that I would come to the US after I finish my exams in Canada. Somehow he felt skeptical about it, but I kept on luring him to send the flight money and all the expenses it would cost me.
Since he hadn’t seen my face, I guess that was one of the reasons he didn’t push forward. Sometimes we would argue and talk. You know, all that relationship stuff. And in the end, he will still apologize for not trusting me and we will still get back together as lovers.

One Friday morning, Kola told Biola and I that his girlfriend would be coming to spend the weekend with him and that meant our presence wasn’t needed for like 2 days or more. So he told us to lodge in a hotel until she goes back. I was going to ask if Biola was homeless, but then I didn’t want to sound insensitive. I knew which time he would share his story with me.

The money was there, so lodging in a hotel wasn’t a big deal for Biola and I. I only had one mission, lodge in a nice hotel, eat, b0mb, and sleep well.
Biola went his way and I also left on my own, even though I wasn’t conversant with my new environment. But one thing I assured myself was that I wasn’t going to miss my way here in Lagos.

I picked some of my essentials, zipped my small bag,g and slung it over my shoulder. I didn’t have any hotel in mind while leaving the house. As soon as I stepped outside, I saw a taxi coming in my direction. I waved down and walked towards where he stopped wearing my Palazzo trousers and a big black polo. I still maintained my usual low cut. So, I literally looked cute and simple. My skin shone bright in the sun as my melanin popped up.

"Where?" Asked the taxi driver.

"I just need to chill in a good hotel around here," I told him.

"Oh, okay," he opened the front seat for me.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" I sat and closed the door.

"Sure, there are a lot of them out there, like Golden King, Rockview Hotel, Benny Hotels. Dublina suites," he paused when he noticed I liked the sound of the last one he mentioned.

"Doubly... what? What was that?" I asked lamely.

"Dublina suites," he repeated. The hotel is good and affordable too," the driver added.

"Okay, if you think so, let’s get there."

"Alright, I’m sure you will like the place."

After about 20 minutes drive, we arrived at the hotel. The outside view wasn’t bad anyway, so I felt the hotel would make sense.

"How much?" I turned to the taxi driver.

"Boss, you can give me 5k," he said smiling.

"Who’s your boss? I have 3k."

"No, 3k is not good, chief," he continued to flatter.

So, I added an extra 1K before he collected it.

I went into the hotel, met the receptionist, and was told a day was 25 thousand naira, but since I was staying for three days, I would get a discount of 5K. The young pretty girl showed me some rooms before I agreed to make payments.
It was around 3:00 PM when I lodged in room 14 at Dublina Suites. I lay there pressing my phone and replying to my potential client, and before I could say jack, I dozed off.

It was around 5:00 PM when I eventually woke up. The weather was chilly and it felt like it was going to rain. Then my phone rang. It was Biola calling. He called to find out where I lodged. He said Dublina was quite far from where he lodged. From the background voice, I could hear a feminine voice. And when he ended the call, I felt a wave in my body.

Why stay here alone when you can go get a girl out there and have fun? The voice that rushed through my head.

You have the money, so why stay bored here? The voices kept rushing through my head.

Well, your guess is as good as it is, yeah. I couldn’t resist the urge. I recalled my escapades with Annabelle, and the urge to get laid went high.

When it was finally dark, I locked the room and stepped out. I was gradually living the wayward life I had detested. I hadn’t even gone far before I saw some call girls standing along the road in their skimpy clothes and colored faces. These girls were always easier to identify by the way they dress.

Long story short, I bargained with one and she said the least she could go for a night was 20,000. I agreed and promised her I would keep her for three days if she treated me well. She let out a naughty smile and we went back to my hotel room.

Surprisingly, the first question she asked when we got in was, "Are you a Yahoo boy?"

I was confused. Why this question?

"No, I’m not. Why do you ask?" I lied.

"Um, nothing. It just crossed my mind," she said in her sweet, angelic tone.

"Okay, I actually visited a friend here and I will be going back to Abuja next week," I continued to tell more lies.

"Okay, no problem. Welcome to Lagos."

"Thank you," I smiled sheepishly.

Silence accompanied us for some seconds, and I was wowed by her curvy backside when she unbuttoned her short, gown.

"I’m curious, why did you choose this work?" I finally broke the short silence.

She suddenly turned and looked me in the eyes. "I didn’t choose it, she said."

"So how come you are doing it?" I asked.

I learned from my sister. She told me she was working here in Lagos and promised to find work for me if I left the village for Lagos. But unfortunately, when I got here, I found out this is what she does, and eventually, I ended up like her," she confessed.

"Wow, so how about your parents?" I asked further.

"My father is late, but my mother is in the village."

That was the end of our discussion. I didn’t want to ask further. Even though she refused to tell me her name, I quite understood her reasons.

"Ready for the first round?" She queried, as she stepped forward, pulling off my black polo, tickling my n!pples before pushing me down to the bed, wearing just her pant!es as her sized b00bs clapped.

I found the strip of cond0ms I had packed, ripped one open, and managed to roll it on with gritted teeth.

To be continued...
© Frank The Writer



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This na full working boiz update... keep it coming bro, you doing great

Thank you.

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Frankwriter.....please kerp it coming. I'm really enjoying your story.

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YoungBruzzy:
Something for the road…..
Tho the update small😩😩😩
But we go chop am like that
You are doing well OP, keep it coming in a lengthy updates biko

I go try make am lengthy.

I have been busy lately.

Episode 13

I called my uncle and informed him I was in Festac and likewise my mom. She asked how my father was doing.

"He’s doing fine," I l!ed.

I can’t really tell why I was going this far, lying and all that just to survive and make more money. Sometimes it felt like I was under a spéll or something. Who would have believed that Dave could turn into a Yahoo boy someday? A second-class-upper graduate from a prestigious university in Nigeria

Now, at Kola's apartments, I was wowed by the interior design. The big LED flat screen TV, PS4. Big home theater. Bigger bed, and fancy stuff.

That very day I arrived at Festac, Kola did a welcome hangout for me later in the evening.
He drove me and the other fair guy on dreadlock, who later introduced himself as Biola to a popular joint. We went on his newly launched Lexus, he posted on his status that day that got my attention.

It was around 8:00 PM when we arrived at the joint. It bubbled with loud music. Blue and red lights flickered here and there. You could see girls on sk!mpy wear. I think they work there too, and they have a mission to draw boys and men to the joint.

We reached there and sat on the empty chairs facing each other. Kola said I should place an order for anything I wanted and likewise Biola. I still hadn’t changed my wears. I was still on a blue polo and Jean trousers.

So, Biola called the attention of the bartender.

"Get me, Heineken," he said.

"Bring bottled water as well," I ordered.

Kola glanced at me. You know that kind of look that literally says, Why bottled water?

"Oh boy, you need to take something that will keep you up. Work dey this night oo," Kola alarmed. He then ordered for barbecue and a bottle of Hennessy.

Truth is, I wasn’t a fan of alcoholic drinks, so I told the bartender to get me Smirnoff Ice. I noticed Biola was already on his second, but while I was still on one. Dude was having a good time scrolling through his phone and sipping his drink.

Moments later, the Barbecue fish arrived. We washed our hands and started to devour the fat-garnished barbeque. It was so yummy and tasty. I think that’s one of the best barbecues I’ve ever eaten in a long time. I had a good time out with Kola and Biola chilling at the joint. Moments later, some girls went on stage and danced to entertain everyone that came. A good moment with Kola and his friend. The weather was inviting as well.

*

We got back that night and Kola began to teach me more scoops on how to catch more fish I also learned that not all clients sent you money. Some equally help you receive money and then send it to you in Nigeria. Those ones are regarded as pickers.

Biola was into dating and wire. His job is when you give him your client's bank details, he would then wire the money from the client's account to a different account. I think that’s where they got that "Wire wire" you usually hear.

What he usually does is post properties online like houses and the rest of it. He would act like the owner with the intention to sell the house or properties. Then when a serious buyer comes asking, he would first demand he or she pay at least 10 to 15% of the actual price of the properties before he could consider showing him or her the properties. He would further assure you that if you don’t like them, your money will be refunded, which he would never refund.

The next stage Kola introduced to me was website stuff. He told me to buy a credit card from the money I made from my first cash out. I didn’t argue. I got the credit card from häckers on a darkwëb. He explained that it could be used for both shopping or breaking into dating sites that use Credit cards for login.

He gave me the website to the darkwëb. And there, you could buy lots of stuff from all these häckers, like money highways, häcking software, credit cards, and many more. Sometimes the darkwëb wouldn’t connect because they are trying to avoid being caught by all these cr!me organizations like the FBI.

The darkw3b wasn't easy stuff, to be honest, but there was money in it. It’s just like every black market. Once you’re in, you choose the item you would like to buy. I wanted the credit card, the one that was valid and working, so I texted the seller and he confirmed to me that it was legit. I paid him $150. Kola already advised me that most of the häckers were equally scä.mmers too. Because the credit card sometimes works, but you would never see money in it. Some come with zero balance.

The guy who sold it to me was honest. He cautioned me to be fast as the owner might just block it. He gave me every damn info like phone numbers, e-mail, and other infos connected to the credit card. Then Biola helped me to check if the card was valid or not. When he did, I was so excited to hear that it was. And not only that, $6000 was the balance in it.

Man, that was too quick. Another quick cash out. I bet my case is always different. Truly, grace dey follow me.
Kola said again that my grace is automatic. I couldn’t be happier that night. He then helped me open a Zoosk account.

He equally helped me order stuff online with it. He said I needed a laptop, which he ordered alongside iPhone 11 to help me assess most stuff I needed. I was finally going to own an iPhone for the very first time in my life. He told me that most of the expensive stuff I see boys wearing was mostly ordered using a credit card. Some boys even travel around just by paying through cl!ent's credit card.

It was a long night. I was learning and at the same time happy that I have made my second cash out.

The thing just dey sweet me for belle. Sleep was far from my eyes.

Well, we didn’t stop Kola used the e-mail attached to the card I bought. He Went on Facebook to search for the profile attached to the e-mail. Boom, a profile popped up. He tried using the pässword and the credit card to log into the account and it did work out.

He said some people are just too lazy that they use one pässword for everything online. Thereby making this easier for boys.
Using the info on the credit card, we were able to access his Facebook and e-mail. And sharply, Kola copied his friend's and family's personal details like phone numbers.

He advised me to be very careful while making transactions with the credit card because the owner will be alerted through his phone and via e-mail too. But we were able to succeed in making quick transactions because we waited for the time we were assured the owner would be deep asleep.

He went on to say that there were software I could use to häck the owner's phone and with that, I could easily delete notification. Though the said software is very expensive and scarce to buy.

On Zoosk, I chatted cl!ents and transferred them to my e-mail. It was really a very long night. We didn’t sleep, I was just there, absorbing too much information and learning new tricks.

That's not all though but in the next episode, I'll tell you hiw my life transformed under Kola's care and tutelage.

To be continued...
© Frank The Writer.

Away from "The Hustler"

Here are some tropes to look forward to in my upcoming book, "Laughter In The Broken"

LITB is coming.

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Dangerrard:
Frank when is next update coming up... I've been refreshing this page since yesterday. Please 🙏, your story is addictive

Thank you

JOGICE:
I’ve read stories about fraud & even did a project on it. Still amazes me how ppl can sleep peacefully after defrauding others

Not everyone has a conscience like you do.
Some folks have sold theirs, just like our politicians too. 😭

Episode 12

Annabelle and I slept off after the first round.

Later, when I woke up, I gently cuddled her. She woke up and she knew what I needed. We went on another round of se.x as I was pounding and enjoying the juice of her honeyp0t.

As soon as her body began to jerk and shudder in response to her cl!max, I found myself astoundingly moved— as if by choral music that surprises you, or a k!ss from behind bestowed by your lover on tiptoes. Anabelle let out her high keening call and I felt an abrupt rush of my s3men, racing through me like twin rivers, turning with an acidic twist but not slowing down. I grabbed hold of her back, instinctually afraid she might leave me, and I arched myself toward her as I came.

Annabelle and I created some beautiful memories with our $ex escapades. She told me she’s from Cross River States and like we all heard, people from that place are good at bedroom exercises. You know what I mean, right? She didn’t prove otherwise. I even got exhausted before her.

It was twilight. The moon was up already. 7:30 PM was the time. Annabelle said she wouldn’t mind sleeping over, but I refused her. How can she? I barely knew her. What if something bad happens to her? I contemplated.

So, I convinced her to go, promising her that we would see again soon. She probably thought I lived alone and must have seen me as a very rich guy that she would fall for. No way!

I didn’t even have any feelings for her and wasn’t planning on developing any. Truth is, she felt cheap before me. Even though we enjoyed the s3x, but then I had nothing special for her. I credited her account with 25K and gave her 2K for transport. She was very happy.

"When next are we seeing again?" She had asked.

"I have your number, so I will definitely chat you up. I don’t know for now," I replied to her, but deep down I just wanted her to leave and never to come again. I saw her off to the gate and deleted her number afterward.

Fast forwarding, before my uncle returned from his trip from Abuja, I had spent nothing less than two 250K on fancy food, drinks, gadgets, and clothes, and at one party I went with Osas one Friday night. We really had fun that night, dancing and rocking with the girls. Osas was a very näughty guy. Aside from the fact that he loved money, she also loved women a lot. He loved to party too.

*
When my uncle arrived, he noticed I had added some weight because he said something about it, he made one remark. He said my cheek had grown. I just laughed but jokingly told him I had been sleeping and that could be the reason. He believed that. He didn’t have any choice.

Meanwhile, I made sure I hid all the new clothes I bought in the wardrobe. I went back to wearing the old ones in his presence.

*
Two weeks later, I ended my job as a lesson tutor. What a relief. Finally... Jessica’s mum added 2K to the usual 15K I collected monthly. I thanked her for the compensation. She said she is very proud of me and how I have helped her daughter, and likewise Jane.

I promised her that both of them would come out with flying colors after their exams. "I believe you, and I believe them too," she had said.

"Alright ma, God bless you. Thank you for the extra two 2k."

"You are welcome. God bless you too."

And that was the end of my teaching job.

Now, time to face the real job. When I informed Kola, he advised me to leave my uncle's house now that I was done with the teaching job. He advised that I come over to his side and learn more work and from there I would start my own business, rent a house, and live independently like a man. He said if I continued to live with my uncle, surely one day he would find out what I was doing.

Kola really made sense with what he said, but how would I tell him that? Where would I tell my uncle I’m going to? I was confused and didn’t know how best to convince him, or perhaps convey the information to my uncle.

One Sunday evening, my uncle was in a good mood that he wanted us to have drinks at a popular Joint. He was recently promoted to his workplace.

We got to the joint and he placed orders for himself and for myself. His favorite brand was Heineken, so I just went with it too, though I wasn’t a fan of alcoholic drinks.
While we waited for the barman to attend to us, I told my uncle what I had in mind. I told him I wanted to go stay at my father’s side and see if I could secure any profitable job since I would be jobless again.

While I spoke, he didn’t say a word, and he was about to speak when the barman served us our drinks and plate of pepper soup. So, my uncle insisted we eat, drink, and talk about it right after.

"Okay," I said and nodded my head.

Deep down, I was praying he wouldn’t say no or argue about my opinion. I was really tired of the house and needed to move out to express my freedom, so nobody would have to question me for sleeping late or pressing my phone over and over.

When we were done, and as soon as he paid, he wiped his hand with a tissue. When he coughed and cleared his throat, my uncle spoke up and said, "Dave, why do you want to go to your father’s side? You were there some time ago, and now you want to move in fully to find work," he paused.

I didn’t say anything either.

"Dave, you are no longer a kid. Don’t go and hide under your father. This is the time for you to stand as a man and make your own money. Get a good job and secure your future," he continued.

In my mind, I was like, get a good job where? And make money where? From all these petty works? Where is the money and where is the job? I didn’t say this to him, it was just my thoughts.

"Your father has played his own part. Now it’s your time," he added.

So, I explained to him that since I had no job and I didn’t get callbacks from the few places I had applied after the lesson job ended.

"And coupled with the fact that I used the money I managed to save up from my salary. I just cannot cope with it, it's just for a while, I will be back," I lied.

"Why not wait and see if more work opportunities would come out?" My uncle said, to my discomfort.

I didn’t even know what to say again, but my mind was really made up.
He eventually said that if I still wanted to go, then it was up to me, but he had given me the best advice an uncle would give.

Heaven knows I wasn’t planning to go to my father’s apartment and there is no way he would find out if I was there or not. Like I told you, he is my maternal uncle and somehow he didn’t have my father’s contact due to the issue my father had with my mom.

My uncle ordered for another bottle, but I wasn’t going to drink it again. I was filled already, so he continued to drink.

*

The following day, I told Osas my plans of moving to Festac. He said it was a good move and applauded me. He advised me not to lose guard when I got there.

"Street life is not easy. Your guy fit still reap you. So you suppose dey very careful, my guy," Osas said in his Benin tongue.

"No problem, I understand."

My mom was the last person I told about my intention to move to Festac to stay with my father. She didn’t even argue about it. Instead, she felt I wanted to change to an environment or something like that. After the long call with her, I told her I would send her some money just to hear what she would say.

"Send which money, Dave? Where did you get money to send to me?"

"The one I saved from the lesson work. Just a token," I tried convincing her.

I knew my mom so well. She wouldn’t just agree because she felt I needed money more than her. Perhaps my salary was just a token, 15 thousand naira. She refused and said I should hold it till I start working fully. That was the kind of mother I had, and I pondered how I would even send money to her again.

Imagine if I sent her something like 50K. I would have to explain and explain how I got the money. Well, I would have to wait for some time till I’m able to find a way. Deep down, I needed to give my mom some money to keep up with my siblings. I knew she needed that money more than I did.

It was on a Saturday afternoon when I left Ikotun to Festac. I had packed my new clothes, shoes, and gadgets, leaving behind a few of my old clothes. I told my uncle I’d be back if eventually, I didn’t get the work I desired, just to make him feel I was really going there to hunt for a job.

When I arrived at Festac, I followed Kola's description to 1st Avenue, where he resides. I met him with one fair dude in dreadlocks. Kola was happy to see me again. They both welcomed me cheerfully.

A new phase of life as a yahoo boy was set to begin.

Hope you wish me well.

To be continued...
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Episode 11

With millions chilling in my bank account, I felt so different. Truly, money has spirit, and if one is not careful enough, it tends to control you. I did my best to subdue the forces that wanted me to start showing I had made money. My uncle was the last person I expected to find out. I didn’t want him to suspect that I had started any frädulent act.

So, whenever he was out for work. I do go out and have extra meals. Sometimes, I bought shawarma. On other days, I could go for pizza or chicken. I literally bought everything that I craved, like a pregnant woman. I enjoyed myself for the moment while patiently waiting to execute the bigger plans in my head.

Within two weeks, I had added noticeable weights. Yes, because I was eating everything that I wanted to eat. I didn’t rely only on what my uncle and I cooked. I also drank some of my favorite drinks. I really felt happy in those moments.

Fortunately for me, my uncle traveled for a business trip and he was to spend a week plus in Abuja. And that was when I realized the power of money and freedom. I had two more weeks to finish up my lesson work. I couldn’t wait to collect my last 15K and quit the f**king job.

In my uncle's absence, my wardrobe changed with new and fancy clothes. Likewise my footwear and gadgets too. I got a bigger power bank that enabled me to stay online for hours, chatting with my cl!ents. I literally woke up in the morning and did nothing other than eat, press my phone, sleep, listen to music, eat, press my phone, and sleep.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I still attended Lessons.

Sometimes, I go to Osas's apartment. We would drink and play PS4. He had suddenly become my friend and accomplice. Unlike me, Osas had a laptop and sometimes we watched movies with his laptop. But the major thing he does with his laptop is to b0mb his cl!ents. He smokes sometimes, but I don’t. I detested the smell of it so much.

Osas also had a girlfriend too. She once visited him and made us good egusi soup and eba. Christie was a very friendly and kind girl. I liked her tho. It was a jolly moment of my life and I was having a good time in Lagos in my uncle's absence.

The day Christy came, we went out later in the night. I was the one who took care of the bills after we ate pepper soup and drank.

Yeah, I was a university graduate, but even if I was offered a job of 150K or 200K, which was almost impossible in this country for a graduate. The money might seem big, but by the time you subtract transport fare, rent, bills, feeding, and the rest, you will barely have enough to live the life you desire. How long would I do that to save up for the future; marry, build a house, buy a car?

So I decided in my mind that there was no going back. Osas also kinda motivated me because he has been keeping up with Yahoo ever since he lost his uncle. You needed to see the interior design of his room and parlor. The dude was doing pretty well with the money he made from Yahoo. He liked money so much. I would say Osas loved money at every point.

He always make reference to Pablo Escobar, his mentor. He had a frame of Pablo hung in his room. "I wanna be rich like Pablo Escobar," Osas would always tell me.

One thing I liked about Osas was his honest lifestyle and he wouldn’t live to please anybody. He’s just him. There was no room to fäke anything. I remember when his girlfriend wanted him to get her a wig of 100K. Osas clearly told her he can never get her such. Instead, he would rather use the money and buy more properties should in case he go broke, he would sell them off.
And that was a smart mentality. I learnt that from him.

"Don't let any girl push you into overdoing stuff for her. When you go broke, none of them will give you shishi," he had advised me.

According to Osas, he started doing Yahoo after he attended a party with a friend here in Lagos. He said he saw boys younger than him buying drinks in gaskets. And you would have seen their car keys strapped to their belt. He really felt out of place that night. And that was more like a challenge to him and as a sharp guy that he was, he learned so fast from his friend.

He also taunted me for not having a girlfriend to spend my money and time with. I told him women weren’t my priority at the moment. Any girl would want to follow me now once she notices that I have money. So for now I don’t need that fäke love. I told him.

"Story. Tell me, if you were a girl, wouldn’t you go after a rich guy?" He asked jokingly.

We simply laughed over it.

He later gave me a girl’s contact and said I should chat her up.

Boom. That was how I started chatting one Annabelle. We chitty-chatted for three days, and she was willing to come see me already.
Wow! At first, I didn’t want her to come, but when I confirmed from my uncle that he would spend more days in Abuja, I agreed to her requests. Judging from the pictures she sent, Girl was looking stunning. So I anticipated her visit like the coming of the Lord.

Meanwhile, Smith and I were still in touch, and likewise, other new catch I got from YouTübe and Facebook. Some of them weren’t English folks, so Kola told me to use one app that enabled me to translate Spanish and other foreign languages. Truth is, at first it was tiring translating before replying, but with time I got you used to it. You know the thing about consistency.

So, at that point, Smith and I were discussing my trip from Canada to the US. I promised him that I would be coming to see him after my Master's degree. The plan was to bill him for the flight and other expenses. We progressed by the day and I was sending him uncläd pictures from Alexandra’s Twitter account. That woman never stopped updating with new pictures and she really helped my life. Smith was a pervërt and he loved to see nüdés


So, Annabelle came on a Thursday evening to meet that cräzy fellow she had been texting on WhatsApp. I was a very good texter, I could make you feel so good while texting you.

I met her at the gate when she called and informed me she was waiting outside. I was wowed when I met her. She didn’t look different from the picture she sent, except that she was wearing a wig.

"Finally," I said.

"Finally, what?" She giggled and embraced me in a warm hug.

It was around 4:30 PM. The weather was cool and inviting as I led her into our apartment. Annabelle wore a tight gown that revealed her curvy shape and big @ss. She actually smelled good and that was attractive. The few girls I’ve met didn’t know the importance of smelling good as a lady. They just think dressing fine is all that matters. Not until you approach them, boom, the odor from their wigs alone would almost make you throw up. Well, that’s by the way.

In the living room, Annabelle asked lots of questions. I answered the basics and lied about some that I believed wasn’t any of her business. I wasn’t the type that let a stranger know everything about me at a go.

Before her arrival, I already filled the generator and turned it on. The TV was on, the ceiling, and the standing fan was cooling the living room. I offered her a big Hollandia Yoghurt and chin chin. I gave her the remote to choose any channel she would love to watch.

I sat on the sofa, pressing my phone, and at intervals, I noticed he would glance at me before refocusing on the TV. I knew she was already falling for me. I could feel it.

"Why are you there pressing your phone? You have a visitor to entertain," she said and threw a small pillow at me.

"What else do you want me to do? I’m not a good talker," I said.

"Oh, I see, but you are a good texter," she laughed.

"Yes, I am. But this is reality. I’m not good at all that talking and talking."

"Blah blah blah blah." She mimicked me.

I suddenly felt like I was boring her, so I stood up and dragged her from the seat.

"What happened? What are you trying to do?"

I turned on the music. Looked her in the face. "Let's dance."

We started dancing gradually rocking each other. I wasn't more of a good dancer but she was really good at rocking her fat @ss and that got me turned on. We eventually ended up in the bedroom. Went from cuddl!ng to pounding her.

To be continued...
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