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Beloved Nairalanders,

You need to see the secret arts taking place in our own boarding schools of today revealed in this book titled, Early Birds for N100 plus a FREE GIFT FOR EVERY READER. Our schoolkids and initiation, homosexuality, hardcore bullies, demonic appearances, proven power of prayer, etc., it's a must-see! To get it now, SMS book title to 08162152631 (pls take down this number for the sake of our loved ones). God help us! It's important to spread this message...
Here's a grim extract:
'Bode could not believe his ears. He prayed for the ground to just crack open and swallow him up. His own dormitory? It can't be happening.
Urgently, they (Bode and fellows) who were members of the same house...hurried down to their dwelling...only to find the great disciplinarian, Dr Raji; one of three deputies! The man, only just moved to the discipline and wearing his greying beard, dark splodge on the forehead and full-length clothing, had been there for an unexpected tour of inspection. And now he was freely sweating as he thrashed every senior with his last reserves of might, tearing into that lordly flesh. He was doing that so hard that the juniors could hear the crashing sounds and screams from the outside of the building.
On sight now, inside, they were able to see the raised marks on the victims' backs peppered with visible bleeding dots; the exact type they themselves usually received...
Can get the complete story.

He is Osita Armstrong...heavily built, fair and bushy-browed with sharp eyes...among those donning two sets of rosary beads around their necks nowadays. 'Ngwa nu-nu...' he says. 'I think it is the hemp tea that you and your clique are fond of taking that is working inside your head!
'...you've had me up to here,’ Osita pronounces angrily because he has no time for nonsense. If this country fellow wanted to start something, he would hand him in full...'
Hijo, the tall, slim, warlike, hard-as-steel strike force, face half-covered with scars—the quintessential Fulani kid wouldn't take no for an answer...
But the two unrelated individuals have nothing in common in the same locale. Google and see or download what this fearful story, 'War Games' by I.G. Momoh at Amazon is saying...

He is Osita Armstrong...heavily built, fair and bushy-browed with sharp eyes...among those donning two sets of rosary beads around their necks nowadays. 'Ngwa nu-nu...' he says. 'I think it is the hemp tea that you and your clique are fond of taking that is working inside your head!'
'...you've had me up to here,’ Osita pronounces angrily because he has no time for nonsense. If this fellow wanted to start something, he would hand him in full...'
Hijo, the tall, slim, warlike, hard-as-steel strike force, face half-covered with scars—the quintessential Fulani kid wouldn't take no for an answer...
But the two unrelated individuals have nothing in common in the same locale. See what that fearful story, 'War Games' by I.G. Momoh at Amazon is saying and see more reasons to love or hate Nigeria!

He is Osita Armstrong...heavily built, fair and bushy-browed with sharp eyes...among those donning two sets of rosary beads around their necks nowadays. 'Ngwa nu-nu...' he says. 'I think it is the hemp tea that you and your clique are fond of taking that is working inside your head!'
'...you've had me up to here,’ Osita pronounces angrily because he has no time for nonsense. If the fellow wanted to start something, he would hand him in full...'
Hijo, the tall, slim, warlike, hard-as-steel strike force, face half-covered with scars—the quintessential Fulani kid wouldn't take no for an answer...
But the two unrelated individuals have nothing in common in the same locale. See what the scary story, 'War Games' by I.G. Momoh at Amazon is saying.

'He is Osita Armstrong...heavily built, fair and bushy-browed with sharp eyes...among those donning two sets of rosary beads around their necks nowadays. 'Ngwa nu-nu...' he says, 'I think it is the hemp tea that you and your clique are fond of taking that is working inside your head!'
'...you've had me up to here!' Osita pronounces angrily because he has no time for nonsense. If the fellow wanted to start something he'd hand him in full...'
Hijo, the tall, slim, warlike, hard-as-steel strike force, face half-covered with scars--the quintessential Fulani kid wouldn't take no for an answer...
But those two individuals have nothing in common in the same locale. Dear Northern and Southern Nigerian people, see what that scary story titled 'War Games' by I.G. Momoh at Amazon is saying.