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 Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 2:18pm On Aug 01, 2016 |
| Literature › Re: My Life As A Religious BadAss Motherfvcker(18+) By Ayo by Iphekitan(m): 9:21pm On Jul 30, 2016 |
Nice one, bt I doubt it, dis would end up in d sexuality section |
| Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 10:55am On Jul 26, 2016 |
| Literature › Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram (Part 1) ....By Eze Eke by Iphekitan(m): 3:59pm On Jul 22, 2016 |
Eze2000:Okay now grab. Lets hook up den mail iphekitan@gmail.com or whatsapp 09034368823 My maill attachrd to dis acct isnt active. I totally reason with you. M humble bro, kindly contact me asap |
| Literature › Re: Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram (Part 1) ....By Eze Eke by Iphekitan(m): 11:10am On Jul 22, 2016 |
Eze2000:Elo wil you ever complete this story on NL, or do we all have to purchase it |
| Literature › Re: To Love And Leave. (story Series) by Iphekitan(m): 12:35pm On Jul 20, 2016 |
AustinBlinks Woaw dope story PleaSe can you grant me the permission to make use of this story on my blog |
| Literature › Re: WASTED YEARS:the Ordeal Of A Pastor's Son by Iphekitan(m): 12:26pm On Jul 20, 2016 |
olanshile2016 Drop your email address. You sent me a pm, but my email attached to dis acct isn't fuctional, have got stuffs to disscuss with you also. Iphekitan@gmail.com |
| Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 10:14am On Jul 20, 2016 |
| Music/Radio › How Olamide’s YBNL Records Made A Mistake With Lilkesh by Iphekitan(op): 8:14pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
https://musicinafrica.net/sites/default/files/styles/content_main_image/public/images/mia-articles/201607/lil-kesholamide.jpg?itok=_8slVgK3 Labels are by far the largest investors in artists’ careers, staking their resources with the prospect of huge profit or colossal loss. According to the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), approximately 90% of the records that are released by major labels fail to make a profit. In recent times, record companies are sustained as going concern by the execution of “multiple rights” or “360” deals with artists. These types of pacts give labels rights and percentages to artist’s touring, merchandising, endorsements and other forms of commercial exploitation of the artist and his music. At the last edition of the Nigerian Entertainment Conference,D'banj spoke a keynote with the title Content Is the New Crude. Indeed, there are many ways in which the content business can be likened to the oil business. The news of Olamide’s YBNL Records losingLil Kesh, a blossoming artist who has just released his debut albumYAGI, offers an avenue for discussing thelabel-artist relationshipin Nigeria. Between Olamide’s YBNL and Lil' Kesh In music, as in the oil business, an investor or record company prospects for the next big pot of gold. It is a costly exercise where nothing is assured. Time, expertise and resources are expended in trying to discover, nurture and launch an unknown product (talent). The risk is huge and the success rate is very remote. The investor wagers the viability of the product in the market place, or that the new oil well will be able to churn out crude in millions of barrels. Once successful, the returns on the initial investment made can signal the birth of a new enterprise. The profits can be ploughed back into the business to launch other products and expand frontiers. However, working with the benefit of hindsight on the risky venture of oil prospecting, I would posit thatOlamidejust lost a major oil block but I am yet to understand why. Prior to the break of the news, I was privy to the impending loss ofYBNL’s frontline artist Lil Kesh. Initially, I doubted the credibility of the claims as it is unthinkable that a young label on the rise would give room for such an occurrence. However, barely a month after, series of mishaps coming in quick succession further sustained the claims as Lil Kesh/YBNL story, the cases of Runtown, DJ Zeez and Skales were reported in the media. Thankfully, these record companies have enlisted the help of the Courts and law enforcement agencies to seek redress. Judging from the amiable disposition between both parties in the media, one is led to believe that all is well and that Olamide was being magnanimous. He, too, left producer ID Cabasa to start up YBNL. Are Nigerian record labels useful? My worry is that this gruesome anomaly is fast becoming the status quo. Why should anyone applaud a system where a record producer, manager or record label are easily discarded and rendered insignificant? Sadly, they are victims and losers when success happens. Why can’t Nigeria have a label that stands strong for as long as decade or two? Where are the labels from 2005 and early 2000s? Ten years from now, will Olamide’s YBNL still be on top? Will other YBNL affiliates follow the example set by Lil Kesh? Olamide is not the smartest businessman on the music scene. He would have acted differently if he realises that no Nigerian rapper has lasted a decade at the top. What happens when this transition period resurfaces? Back when Eedris Abdul Kareem, RuggedMan, Eldee,Naeto C, andMI Abagawere at the top of the rap food chain, they had music labels to their names. But where are these labels today? Had Olamide consulted them, I doubt he would have conceded to giving any of his signees a 2-year record deal. I concede that it is an entrepreneur’s prerogative to determine the modus operandi of his enterprise. But judging from these recurrences, it is clear that the artist–label relations in Nigeria needs a new orientation. Going forward Without equivocation and after careful appraisal of the facts in the public space, I humbly assert that: 1. Lil Kesh’s exit is a direct consequence of an absence of a valid record contract. No lawyer with an understanding of the music business, or a practicing entertainment attorney will advise, draft, negotiate and execute a 2-year contract. And any serious label needs a minimum of three full length albums from a talent it helps build to prominence. The absence of this contract gives more leverage to make impracticable and irresponsible demands which has strong-armed the label into submission. I suspect that the decision to retain YBNL as management is a leftover of the negotiation. The music business is no joke. It is an industry where serious players’ every move must be intentional and guided by professionals. 2. A record label is not a charity organization. They are in business for profit and the business must be self-sustainable. If YBNL wasn’t self-funded or a ‘one-man-show’, investors and creditors of the company would have disapproved of letting go of the company’s prized asset. 3. Serious investors will remain sceptical as a result of unpalatable news such as this. If a record label is spending as much as N30 Million Naira ($110,000) to build an artist, how feasible is making profit, if a two-year-and-one-album arrangement is what they agreed on? 4. The business of developing talent should not be a thankless one. Investors, talent managers, record producers and record companies reserve the right to be happy and prosperous, many years after sweat, tears, blood, money and time has been drained into the career of the talent. 5. No investor, record producer, label and talent manager should invest a dime or break a sweat trying to develop a talent if they are not properly guided or secure as to the consequences of success. 6. When disputes arise, parties should be conciliatory in the manner they seek to address these disagreements. The Arbitration Clause in contracts should be activated for the benefit of the parties. Behind that great music or popular artist is a whole range of resources, which help him bring his creative vision to fruition. While public opinion is almost always in favor of the artist, the fact should not be lost on music enthusiasts that record labels and investors help provide a viable industry. |
| Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 6:36pm On Jul 16, 2016 |
royalkeed:Just to busy dis week |
| Literature › Re: The Governor's Son And I by Iphekitan(m): 3:52am On Jul 15, 2016 |
emyblinkx:apology accepted sha continue |
| Webmasters › How Can I Add My Site To Airtel Free Basics by Iphekitan(op): 10:23am On Jul 14, 2016 |
Please does Anyone knows how i can add my site to airtel free basics. |
| Literature › King Jaja Of Opobo (1821-1891) by Iphekitan(op): 7:45pm On Jul 12, 2016*. Modified: 6:10am On Jul 14, 2016 |
https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-0/cp0/e15/q65/p320x320/13254514_784833794951039_2025232105349035216_n.jpg?efg=eyJpIjoiYiJ9&oh=74a934b119d67b8129b4c8a946170279&oe=58268FE0 Born in Igboland and sold as a slave to a Bonny trader at the age of twelve, he was named Jubo Jubogha by his first master. He was later sold to Chief Alali, the head of the Opubo Annie Pepple Royal House. Called Jaja by the British, this gifted and enterprising individual eventually became one of the most powerful men in the eastern Niger Delta. The Niger Delta, where the Niger empties itself into the Gulf of Guinea in a system of intricate waterways, was the site of unique settlements called city-states. From the fifteenth to the eighteenth century, Bonny, like the other city-states, gained its wealth from the profits of the slave trade. Here, an individual could attain prestige and power through success in business and, as in the case of Jaja, a slave could work his way up to head of state. The House was a socio-politicalinstitution and was the basic unit of the city-state. In the nineteenth century—after the abolition of the slave trade in 1807—the trade in slaves was supplanted by the trade in palm oil, which was so vibrant that the region was named the Oil Rivers area. The Houses in Bonny and other city-states controlled both the internal and external palm oil trade because the producers in the hinterland were forbidden to trade directly with the Europeans on the coast; the Europeans never left the coast for fear of malaria. Astute in business and politics, Jaja became the head of the Anna Pepple House, extending its activities and influence by absorbing other houses, increasing operations in the hinterland and augmenting the number of European contacts. A power struggle ensued among rival factions in the houses at Bonny leading to the breakaway of the faction led by Jaja. He established a new settlement, which he named Opobo. He became King Jaja of Opobo and declared himself independent of Bonny. Strategically located between Bonny and the production areas of the hinterland, King Jaja controlled trade and politics in the delta. In so doing, he curtailed trade at Bonny and fourteen of the eighteen Bonny houses moved to Opobo. In a few years, he had become so wealthy that he was shipping palm oil directly to Liverpool. The British consul could not tolerate this situation. Jaja was offered a treaty of "protection", in return for which the chiefs usually surrendered their sovereignty. After Jaja's initial opposition, he was reassured, in vague terms, that neither his authority nor the sovereignty of Opobo would be threatened. Jaja continued to regulate trade and levy duties on British traders, to the point where he ordered a cessation of trade on the river until one British firm agreed to pay duties. Jaja refused to comply with the consul's order to terminate these activities, despite British threats to bombard Opobo. Unknown to Jaja, the Scramble for Africa had taken place and Opobo was part of the territories allocated to Great Britain. This was the era of gunboat diplomacy, where Great Britain used her naval power to negotiate conditions favorable to the British. Lured into a meeting with the British consul aboard a warship, Jaja was arrested and sent to Accra, where he was summarily tried and found guilty of "treaty breaking" and "blocking the highways of trade". He was deported to St. Vincent, West Indies and four years later, he died en route to Nigeria after he was permitted to return. Ironically, Jaja's dogged insistence on African independence and effective resistance exposed British imperialism and made him the first victim of foreign territorial intrusion in West Africa. The fate of Jaja reverberated through the entire Niger delta. Amazed at this turn of events, the other delta chiefs quickly capitulated. In addition, the discovery of quinine as the cure for malaria enabled the British traders to bypass the middlemen and deal directly with the palm oil producers, thus precipitating the decline of the city-states. King Jaja's downfall ensured a victory for British supremacy, paving the way for the eventual imposition of the colonial system in this region by the end of the century. |
| Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 1:48pm On Jul 12, 2016 |
LeoHezzy:Funny click on d link, if not God wil elp ya find it |
| Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 10:36am On Jul 12, 2016*. Modified: 4:08am On Sep 05, 2016 |
“Karma is a bit-ch” That statement still kept ringing imaginary bells in my ear. But seriously, I know my game and I know how to play safe, so I really don’t give the statement too much concern. I started setting in places my travelling documents. Though to be sincere, no place is quite sure yet. Lagos became like another home for me, because of the fun I’d tasted there, I kept going to Gombe and Returning to Lasgidi. On a day like that I was in a bank with some. Friends of mine in Lagos then, to cash out some cash via money gram when I saw John Smith coming in and was talking with the security. The John Smith dude was slowly becoming a bogeyman in my life. The last time I saw him was at a show at Eko Hotel & Towers, I had to boycott the red carpet just to avoid him & we’ve managed to avoid each other all this while, so why have our paths decided to cross now? First thing that came to my mind was Karma? Was the bitch about to Bleep me up? I didn’t wanna find out. I just collect the panama, one of my friends was putting on, and placed it on my head, then put on my sun shade, to complete, if you knew me before I bet you wouldn’t recognize me. My friends were all aware of my previous encounter with John Smith so I didn’t have to say much they got the message when I pointed to his direction with style. The statement “Karma is a bitch”. Sort of got me thinking to the point that I find my self, stepping into a catholic church. It’s been years have stepped into one. But with the feeling of bad omen I was having around me. I just decided to see if attending church could sort of guarantee me being safe. My birthday was fast approaching & I had made up to try and limit my yahoo scams to a minimum but like every other habit, it wasn’t easy to drop. I was making more money now than I ever did, all my clients were paying like they were spellbound. I couldn’t just turn away from all that money! The devil surely has his ways of keeping us in his team. I wasn’t going to let him win this battle though. But basically I dropped dating, I was just into goods full time, I attended mass at least twice a month but I became more involved, attending Sunday mass more frequently, made anonymous donations, I even went for confession. I drew closer to God because I realized my love for money wasn’t easy to drop & I needed spiritual help and guidance. The harder I tried to leave the game, the more money I made. Clients I hadn’t spoken to in months began to reconnect. One of them Cindy Williams, who was the COO (Chief Operating Officer) of a major company in Australia, was in her late forties & married to a billionaire when we met online but she was having marital issues so I insisted she finalized her divorce before we got into anything serious. She duly obliged and then I insisted she got rid of the diamond ring her husband gave her, so as to erase any form of reminder. She agreed to let go, so I convinced her to send the ring to me instead to help her dispose. I got a contact in the UK who sold the ring for $70,000! She kept on paying me for months despite several attempts by her friends and family to discourage her from doing so. She believed I was real. Poor Cindy. Don’t be too quick to tag her as gullible because I had a pretty tight game. I could easily scam you too. Wouldn’t you believe a person is real if you saw him/her via web cam, spoke with his mom, account officer, saw his account statement, and signed contract documents? Knowing what you now know, you would disagree but trust me, everybody is a potential client. After about 8 months, Cindy was finally convinced I was a fraud, mainly because I had refused to meet with her. She arranged several meetings in different countries & in each of them I pulled a no show. Deeply hurt, she stopped contacting me & all efforts I made to contact her proved abortive. It felt like she left earth. For over 6 months, we had no form of contact whatsoever, so imagine my surprise when I received an email from her just days before my birthday. She claimed she was still in love with me and couldn’t let go. Although I was a bit sceptical about her sudden reappearance, I found myself in a dilemma, caught between letting go or reconnecting with her, knowing fully well I stood to make millions if I did the latter. It was a hard decision to make but my greed triumphed over my conscience. In hindsight, I should have followed my conscience but life doesn’t come with a rewind button, does it? So I reconnected with her and we got talking. We agreed to a meeting again but this time around I arranged the location. I decided we went on a vacation to Kwala Lumpur, Malaysia. I chose Malaysia because bosun was over there that would help me play a long con on her dubbed ‘wash-wash’ in street terms. Wash-Wash is a form of scam in which you meet the clients in person and convince them to part with their money. It involves greater risks but even greater reward. Cindy wanted us to meet before or on my birthday (I use my real birthday on my scam profile) because she wanted to spend the day with me. She said she would plan something romantic for me but I insisted on meeting after. I had put in too much time & expenses into planning my birthday bash here in Nigeria to abandon it for a trip to Malaysia, so I scheduled the meeting for the weekend after my birthday. Prior to our initial ‘break-up’, Cindy and I were making plans to buy a property in any of the exotic islands around the world. We were both going to contribute equal sums to buy the property, so I restarted the plan. I convinced her to bring her share to Malaysia so we could buy the property. It was this sum I had planned to take from her via wash-wash. Having made all the necessary arrangements for my trip to Malaysia, I channelled all my efforts into throwing the party of the year… |
| Romance › How To Treat A Boo That’s Not Proud Of You by Iphekitan(op): 8:32am On Jul 12, 2016 |
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| Literature › Re: The Governor's Son And I by Iphekitan(m): 11:37am On Jul 11, 2016 |
emyblinkx:Continue now |
| Literature › Re: Literature Bloggers and writers Get In Here! (join in creating a collection!) by Iphekitan(m): 7:01am On Jul 10, 2016 |
We could disscuss in. A more disclosed forum aside nairaland |
| Education › Re: JAMB Guidelines For Admission Into Tertiary Institutions In Nigeria 2016/2017 by Iphekitan(op): 4:03am On Jul 10, 2016 |
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| Education › JAMB Guidelines For Admission Into Tertiary Institutions In Nigeria 2016/2017 by Iphekitan(op): 3:34am On Jul 10, 2016*. Modified: 4:02am On Jul 10, 2016 |
Prior to the false news, about the point of process screening going around which the Joint Admission and Matriculation Board (JAMB) has denied and annulled as fake. https://cdn3.myschoolgist.com.ng/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/jamb.jpg The Joint Admission and Matriculation Board (JAMB) has released what it called the guidelines for admission into tertiary institutions in Nigeria. According to JAMB, the Federal Government has directed that this guidelines be followed strictly without alteration. The guidelines are contained on the attached pdf document; https://i1.wp.com/dopepopz.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/screenshot-1.jpg?resize=300%2C288 https://i2.wp.com/dopepopz.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/screenshot-2.jpg?resize=300%2C277 Download the Pdf File Below Download pdf [url=https://docs.google.com/viewerng/viewer?url=http://myschool.com.ng/news/files/10276549990_Guidelines%20for%20Admission%202016.pdf]view online version here[/url] http://dopepopz.com/official-jamb-guidelines-for-admission-into-tertiary-institutions-in-nigeria-20162017/ |
| Literature › Re: Literature Bloggers and writers Get In Here! (join in creating a collection!) by Iphekitan(m): 4:52pm On Jul 08, 2016 |
Talius:Seconded |
| Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 12:31pm On Jul 08, 2016 |
Thanks guys my site is up and active, I would try and round up the story this coming week, thanks for the motivation so far. |
| Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 10:44am On Jul 08, 2016 |
RonnyG:Thanks |
| Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 8:50pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
kikayboss:Funny you bro. Well the traffic we got was just way too much than our budget. A bandwidth for a the whole month of july was exhausted in six days. So just trying to upgrade to an unlimited hosting plan |
| Literature › Re: [story] My Life As A Yahoo Boy by Iphekitan(m): 7:38am On Jul 07, 2016*. Modified: 8:04am On Jul 07, 2016 |
Psamist1805:Episode 24 Lying sideways on the bed, with nothing but a red G- string on, was John Smith smiling seductively at me. I was irritated to say the least. Ordinarily, I would have stormed out of the room but for the ridiculousness of the situation, I stayed as I wanted to find out what this retard had planned. ME: C'mon, what’s the meaning of this? John Smith : what do you think it is? ME: errm… You acting really weird? John Smith : There’s nothing weird about it. Don’t u like it? ME: Like what? John Smith : or don’t I look sexy? He said this rubbing his hands all over his thighs. At this point it became less annoying & just plain silly. So I sat down on 1 of the chairs in the room & decided to play along. John Smith: Don’t just sit there, come join me on the bed ME: Are you serious? John Smith : of course I am. How do you think the game works? ME: You mean I have to get in bed with you to get a contract? John Smith : Yes my dear. That’s what everybody does. ME: So you’ve slept with all your models? John Smith: No, just the male ones. Didn’t your friend Olisa update you before coming here? That last bit of information was a little disturbing. The thought of Olisa in bed with John Smith, a fairly macho dude himself turned my stomach. My mind immediately drifted back to all the times Olisa would touch me at the gym whilst commenting on my biceps or my abs or any other muscle in my body. Never for once did I suspect he was gay. Well as a sharp guy, knowing my modeling career was over even before it started, I took out my phone & quickly took pictures of John Smith. He pounced on me but I was out of the door before he could get a hold of me. He ran out after me but soon realized he had nothing on so turned back to his room. He called the reception to stop me but I was out of there before they realized what was happening. I boarded a cab & dialed his number on my way home. It was a thursday. I had to drive back to Gombe for my clearance for the week. I was getting bored in the car, so I called John Smith. ME : Hey John Smith John Smith : What do you want? ME : I’m still trying to figure out what I want John Smith: Ok, I’ll offer you a contract ME: Do you think I still wanna be a model after what just happened? John Smith : Then get on with it, name your price. ME: How much are you willing to pay to avoid these pictures getting to the press? Does your wife know about your love for the D? Is your son aware? John Smith : Please you can’t do that to me. My life will be ruined. I’ll give you whatever you want, please just don’t expose those pictures. ME: I’ll send my account number to you & I expect to have 1, 000,000 Naira paid in before 4pm today John Smith : What?! A million Naira? Are you crazy? ME: yeah, Crazy enough to send these pictures to the press. John Smith: ok, ok, I’ll head to the bank right away just send your bank details but u have to promise me you’ll delete those pictures right away. ME: You have my word Hung up. Looking back, I think I should have asked for more money. Well, I wasn’t the type that deprived pleasure in black mailing blacks like me, I barely acted on my instincts. Besides, a million Naira wouldn't hurt him much, though his money won't make much difference to the amount I have, but just had to teach him a lesson. I got to Gombe expecting to be a million naira richer. The following day which was friday, It was past 2pm already still no credit alert from my bank. I waited patiently, looking at my phone every now and again expecting ‘that’ text message to arrive. You know that feeling you get when expecting a bank deposit and your phone rings alerting you to a text message? Then the feeling you get after opening the message only to find a text from a random four digit number telling you to subscribe for Caller tunes, or some other unnecessary information. Well at exactly 3:55pm my phone rang. It was indeed a text message! I heaved a huge sigh of relief & opened the message. Lo & behold! it was a text message from JOHN SMITH… The text read… “If you think you can blackmail me with a silly picture, think again. If u dare expose that pic, I promise to make your life a living hell. I talked to my lawyers & they have assured me that we can make a case & sue. So I’ll see you in court if you decide to act foolish” Wow! I wasn’t expecting things to take this turn. It’s likely to get ugly. What’s up with rich folks threatening the poor with lawyers these days? Whenever shit hits the fan, they call their lawyers. Now John Smith was threatening with one like I couldn’t afford to get a lawyer myself. Mumu guy, likes he thinks money is my problem. ‘Pro bono’, so… I thought about putting an end to this deal & just get on with my life but then I pictured what that life would be like. I know life can be easy, and I know opportunity come but once, blah blah blah , just have to make money out of this GAY guy! I saw modeling as a ticket to the good life, a way out of idleness, a way to catch fun, look good. Now I can’t have that because of a bloody gay! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not homophobic, even though I don’t like them very much, I believe everyone’s got their life to live & it’s one’s right to live as he pleases, just don’t involve me in your lifestyle. I’m totally against the unfair treatment currently meted out to the gay population in our society. I thought the bill passed by the Legislative was against Gay marriages and not copulation? I believe its nobody’s business where a man chooses to put his dick. So why harass these people for what they do privately, in their bedrooms? If we decide to play the moral or religious card by saying God frowns at their acts then, shouldn’t there be a ban on premarital sex entirely, be it same sex or with the opposite sex? God frowns at sexual immorality, period! We’re just being hypocrites if you ask me. My bane with John Smith isn’t because he’s gay but that he tried to take advantage of me & I don’t forgive easily. I needed to teach him a lesson, if not for myself, then for the sake of other aspiring models out there. He messed with the wrong cat this time. So I took out my laptop and edited the picture using photo shop, making his face blurry so he couldn’t be identified. I posted the picture on twitter with the caption: ‘Supermodel! I think @John_Smith should sign this dude to his agency…lol” Within 3 hours, the picture was trending on twitter. It had gotten loads of retweets & hilarious comments. Twitter was buzzing! Some tweeps even suggested I exposed the dude. Then I received a mention that surprised me much. John Smith replied my tweet with the words ‘LMAO… Are you serious?’. I replied immediately saying ‘You bet I am! I’ll even post the real pic so you can see how cute he is’. My phone rang instantly, It was John Smith calling ME: Hello John Smith : What the Bleep is wrong with you? ME: yo John! I was expecting a thank you. I just made you famous on twitter! At least by tomorrow after I expose the real picture, you’ll be a star. John Smith : You must be crazy young man! ME: imagine the publicity you’ll get! You’ll probably feature on every entertainment blog John Smith : Well if you choose to carry on with this insanity, you’ll hear from my lawyers tomorrow ME: Oh please! The lawyer threats again? I bet your wife would be very supportive and the companies you do business with would be more than… WTF?! He hung up on me! Now he’s left me no choice. I know this isn’t the most honorable thing to do but then show me 1 wealthy person who got to that position in life by being honourable. When life throws you lemons, you make lemonade right? Well I enjoy mine with a little vodka in it. I saw this as an opportunity & what is it they say about opportunity? It cometh but once. I wasn’t going to let this one chance pass me by. John Smith must have read my mind because at that instant my phone rang. It was a text message. ‘Alright you win. I’ll pay the money 1st thing tomorrow. Please delete that picture. PLEASE’ After reading that text, I was ecstatic! It felt like my favourite team just won the champions league. No, scratch that. It felt like Rita Dominic just agreed to marry me! I’ve always had a crush on that one hey… story for another day. I could barely sleep that night. You know when you’re anticipating something great the next day, you tend to wake up early and it appears as if time is ‘taking its time’. I slept at about 1am. I woke up thinking it was dawn already. I checked the time, it was 4am! I couldn’t fall back asleep. I stayed awake chatting and hustling online with my maye's. After about what seemed like 3 hours, I checked the time again, it was 4:30am! I decided to stop waiting & keep my mind busy. I decided to listen to a music that would ginger my spirit, because I like my music extremely loud. So I plugged in my headphone. I figured I was in the mood to listen to Fela. I went to the fridge & got out a small bottle of Alomo bitters. Why do people bother with this drink really? The taste is horrible! It doesn’t smell good but we love it, don’t we? I think the idea of a ‘healthy high’ was what got me started & the small size of the bottle meant you drank in moderation. Plus given the price, it is a no-brainer! So I sat up in bed sipping my Alomo, listening to Fela, waiting for dawn. I visited my favourite sport sites. I did virtually everything to past time. I even visited Dopepopz, I read some cool stories Teenage Love, Shade of Lust, later I got bored and sleepy read the stories, I then switch to check out some gist via linda ikeji's blog, the trending posts weren't captivating to me, I find most of these ‘gossips’ to be super annoying. With stories like ‘See Don Jazzy’s tweet to Tiwa Savage’; ‘Wizkid takes selfie in a toilet"; ‘Davido bought a new shoe’; ‘See the food Tonto Dike ate last night’. How does any of that amount to gossip? Why would I care about the food Tonto Dike had for dinner? Most of these amateur bloggers should find something else to do with their time. They all recycle the same stories. They copy a story, word for word, from Linda Ikeji’s blog & post on theirs not bothering to edit or name their source. Little wonder as to why she’s making so much money & they aren’t. Professionalism pays. My conscience was slowly catching up with me. There’s no honour in blackmail a naija guy like me, we all know it's hard to make money in this country, if you ain't a politician. I was beginning to have second thoughts, then this particular song came on, GENTLEMAN. In the words of the great Abami Eda I realised “I no be gentleman at all”. I know Fela wasn’t encouraging anybody to do wrong with that song but then its like a parable. Whichever translation works for you. Its funny the lengths we’ll go to justify a wrong deed. I quickly brushed that thought aside. I aint giving up now, not when I’m this close to getting paid. At last, the first light of dawn. I got out of bed, to my cloths to the dry cleaner, then, came back home, took a chilled Fuman Juice in the refrigerator, sat on my bed with my pc, and I hustle on, while sipping the Juice in a cup. At about 9am, I received a text from John Smith. ‘I’m on my way to the bank. Please confirm your details again’ I duly obliged. Now I was waiting for that all important text, the credit alert. It took a little over 20 minutes for the sacred alert to come in. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the figures 1,000,000. Maga don pay. Then I received another text. This time it was from John Smith. ‘I’ve paid the money into your account. I trust you’ll do the right thing by deleting the picture & my phone number as well. Don’t contact me again & If by any means, the picture is exposed & I lose everything I’ve worked for, I’ll find you & I’ll kill you’ That sunk in. I believed every word of that text. I quickly deleted the picture. There’s no point keeping it & I wouldn’t want anyone having access to it because I didn’t want to find out if he was bluffing or not. I want to believe ‘hell hath no fury like a gay nigga scorned’. I received another text. From John Smith yet again. ‘You know Karma is a bi-ch right  ’To be continued. Having gain that much from John Smith. I partied and mingle with Alex and James and some couple of yahoo guys in gombe. Notwithstanding, I enjoyed every bit of my stay in Gomber especially now I had funds to spend, albeit ill-gotten. Nevertheless, John Smith's last message still troubled me… “You know Karma’s a bitch right?” KARMA? What does Karma really mean? Last time I checked, it’s a Bhuddist belief that whatever you do comes back to you. Well, thank God I’m not a Bhuddist. If anything, John Smith got served by Karma, I was just the delivery guy. We were in a club, around GSU, breaking bottles as usual. When a older guy of around forty came in. He was keenly staring at me in particular. He seem like and igbo guy. Later on, most of my guys were already tipsy, and I don't get tipsy not until the seventh bottle. I then approached the guy, guess I had the courage due to what I had drank. Me : hey man, what you looking at ? Strange man : boy have your sit. (Pointing to a chair beside him. I obliged and sat down by him. Strange man : young man, my name is chidi, and I was also once like you. Me : mister I don't get. Chidi : with the way you are spending spree and talking, I know what you are. Me : what am I ? Chidi : a wire wire ofcousre. Me: (shocked) his it that obvious. Chidi : I told you I was once like you. Me : (took a cursory look at him) then what happened? Chidi : let go outside, the walls has hears. As a yoruba guy, I understood that statement. I followed him out. He pointed to a green car. I followed him and we both sat in. Chidi : well let me tell you my story so you learn. I am chidi like I said earlier, what people used to know as yahoo , a term used to defraud unsuspecting and gullible persons, especially foreigners, through the internet, has gone beyond mere conversation and emotional chat. During my time yahoo plus was the trend in cybercrime world, as operators have resorted to using fetish means to hypnotize their victims in order to get what they want from them. I ventured into cyber crime eight years ago, after several attempts to gain admission into the university failed. Unfortunately, five years down the line, I could only get myself this Nigerian used vehicle. My sudden change of mind, followed a startling discovery that human parts were being used to prepare concoction that would hypnotise victims. “ You may not believe me but it is true. Those who are into yahoo plus use charm to hypnotize their victims. This is because the ordinary yahoo no longer yield the desired result. Our targets are getting wiser and no longer fall prey . “When I noticed that I was not making any headway in yahoo business, I decided to inquire from some of my friends who were in same business but were living better off. To my surprise, I was made to understand that the in-thing was yahoo plus. I decided to embark on a journey to Benin Republic in the company of Chuks, Odinakachukwu and Chionye. There, we met a herbalist who told us to buy three live cocks and other items which he used to prepare some concoction for us. After that, we were asked to stand in front of the shrine,while the herbalist chanted incantations that would enhance our success in yahoo plus. “As we left for Nigeria, we were given some concoction which the herbalist said were prepared with human parts. We were asked to put the concoction in our mouths whenever we wanted to type or discuss with our victims. But when I got home, I became restive. I remembered my mum’s admonition never to go into anything fetish but to serve the almighty God. I kept the concoction away and watched as events unfolded. Three months later, one of us Chuks, made 3000 dollars But Odinakachuckwu lost his younger brother who went to use his laptop. The instruction of the herbalist was that no one except him, should use his laptop. Just as we were smarting from that, Chionye lost his girlfriend. “I decided to quit at that point because I did not want anyone to die on my account. I am therefore decided to quit yahoo finally". I broke my laptop into pieces and here I am living like a freelance. But I know I have a settled mind. Me : well with all you have said, I am not into yahoo plus, neither would I shed any blood. I just get lucky and I understand the game better. Chidi : but do you know karma would come for you one day? Me : it's not possible, am not doing anything too wrong. Chidi: what you sow you reap. Me : alaye enough of the preaching. You are the one who wants to be like this. Have got to ball. Mister double your hustle, no time for lamentation. Chidi : wetin my eyes done see, wetin my hears don hear, in this game. You don't know. Me : mister have a good night. I stepped out his car, slammed the door, and went back to join my guys. Ish what's with this Karma of a thing sef. Getting back home that night I reflected on what chidi said, though I’ve always had my reservations on cheating people online especially vulnerable women, which was why I switched from dating to goods and apartment, but I had gotten to that point in life where money must be made. So I continueD my journey to been a Yahoo Boy. Two months left for my passing out parade. So I knew I had limited time, I had to do comprehensive dating now, to see who I could be my way out of the country. I thought miss rose was the one. But she wasn't replying my mails any longer. Then I met a new zealand woman on one of the popular dating site. She seem rich with the pictures on her profile. I claimed to be christopher williams, a guy based in malaysia. I used my real pictures, because by that time, I was almost fresh and very light, due to the modeling treatments have had days back. we started chatting, and in matter of days she was into me, I devoted my time to chat her, I'd wake up all night to chat with her. She fell in love with me. My first payment from her was when I claimed to be in possession of gemstone worth $18,050,000, which he purportedly inherited from my father. With time I was able to make of $267, 000, (about N53 million) from her. Yet she never suspected anything. She was lost in the love I showered on her. Then she initiated that I come over to New. Zealand. To be continued. Due to much traffic my site is currently down. And I have to upgrade, so I'm. Sorting that out currently. |
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