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Adaumunocha:
My system cannot accommodate them. Can they withstand my midnight prayers? I doubt.

Yes you are right they cant withstand prayer.I will even pray for you too. You can sow a seed of faith for fast answer.Have you any encounter with them before?

Adaumunocha:
Holy Ghost Fire!!!!!

I dont like what am seeing about you at all.Infact you have 7 sprit husbands and 5 spirit boyfriends plus 3 strong spirits lusting after you. You need all the fire you can get.

Adaumunocha:
Holy Ghost Fire!!!!!

I dont like what am seeing about you at all.Infact you have 7 sprit husbands and 5 spirit boyfriends plus 3 strong spirits lusting after you. You need all the fire you can get.

You have a spirit husband I am never wrong when I say this.Better check WELL WELL and pray

Adaumunocha:
Perhaps there is, haven't found it yet.

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EPISODE 6

After much talk that night, madam rose said I should go and think about what she said, that infact she would even help pay my ticket back to Nigeria. I went back to the dustbin of a house feeling sad and depressed. I nearly lost my life that day, I lost my passport. I have no one to help me. I began thinking. Indeed madam rose sounds like a wealthy woman, buy why can’t she help me. She only help she wants to render is for me to go back to Nigeria which I was not willing to do. I have disappointed my parents with my disobedience, travelled against their will even when they provided the money for me. My dad even sounded it to my ears, that I should never come back to that house without buying him a car. The money he wants to use to buy a car was what he gave to me, so I shouldn’t come back to the house without a personal car for him. Surely, I can’t just go back to Naija without anything. The shame, the disgrace, after bragging to my friends that I was going to build the tallest storey building in Nigeria when i shall return. And it had been long I spoke to my family on phone. I was scared of calling because when they ask me how I was doing, what would be my explanation, what would I tell them?

After that day, I didn’t see madam rose again. I felt she was one of the numerous scammers who are going around Malaysia looking for who to devour their money.



Life was just too hard for me that I began regretting coming to Malaysia. How I wish I knew, I would have stayed back in Nigeria, finish my NYSC, wait for my dad as he said and would genuinely send me to Canada for my Post graduate. But I no gree, stubbornness over took me, now see were it has landed me. In my house in Nigeria, I eat 3x in a day. Sometimes 5x and I even eat what I like and what I want. I had never lacked anything”. As I was thinking about all those things, tears running down my eyes. 2 days now going and I was yet to eat anything. My body was shaking, no food, still stocked behind closed doors at the dustbin house. We are unable to leave, running from the police. No money to buy food. No free movement to even go and beg for money or even food. Everyone is afraid because when one is caught by the police, not even deportation but the torture and sometimes death given to the person would be worse.

As time went on, I was adapting to the torture and pains of being an illegal immigrant in Kuala Laum. All of us in the dustbin house would hustle each day before we could eat. Sometimes no food at all. We go for up to 3 days before anything like food can even enter our mouth. No be say na better food sef, just carrot. In that hotel Plan B, majority of the food, delicacies, cuisine they prepare are done with carrot. Left over are majorly dumped at the waste unit close to the dustbin house I stay. Na so we go dey hustle to chop ordinary carrot. Sometimes we would wait oooo for days and no leftover would be brought to the waste bin. Hunger go dey fry us like fish. We would wait to hear a sound of waste bin been opened so we could rush to go fetch leftover food. At a time I was tired of the whole thing because all my mouth was full of sores. Chewing carrots almost everyday was giving me injuries. My left side cheeks had swollen.



Sometimes we just pray for Sunday to come because that was the only day I noticed that the police doesn’t disturb us concerning movement, depending on the area one is. Every Sunday, we go to a church close to us because they usually share bread and tea at the church. All of us in the dustbin house don’t miss their service because of the bread and tea we are given. Na so me and my guys will be rushing for tasteless and their tea. I noticed most of the members who are Malaysians are not even rushing or eating the tea and bread. Na only we blacks dey chop the church tea and bread. But I no send.

This particular Sunday, hunger don do us something. We had not eating for 2 days and had not taking our bath for 3 days. Thank God we managed to get water which we had to beg one of the hotel staff to open the tap close to our house. Na there we see water take bath. After bathing, we headed to the church service early enough so we could meet up with the tea and bread breakfast session. After the church service, after loading our stomachs with 7 slice of bread and a litter of tasteless tea each, we headed home.



2 hours later, we were having uncomfortable sleep in our dustbin house when we began hearing gunshots. I didn’t even know were it was coming from. But the sounds were heavy enough to predict that it was close by. The room was so congested. Each and everyone of us were scared. Siren was blowing hot. “Bang bang bang” we heard a knock on the door. Na so fear catch everybody ooooo. I couldn’t move an inch. Some of the guys opened the windows. Na so them begin fly comot from widow. But I don’t know what to do before going through the window would be linking me to a minor underground linking to the major roads and streets. I don’t even know if police officers are already there waiting to get us. The voice from outside was screaming louder, “open this door now,” with an Asian accent. The only thing on my mind there was making heaven. I remembered my mother, father and sisters all my siblings. My imaginations were running wild. My thoughts, “if I die, what would my soul be off. How would God judge me? Maybe as a disobedient child who didn’t listen to his parents?” “chaii na so my life take end?” I thought again to myself as the bang on the door became more intense. Many of the guys were jumping out through the window, but fear no gree me do that, because I don’t know what would befall me at the other side. Soji gently moved close to the door and opened it gently. Immediately he opened it, about 4 police officers just barged in with guns. How they discovered that place we were, no one knew. Before I could say “Hovabuzz,” they started hitting us with guns. And we were over 30 the police officers met inside. I was on the floor when I heard, “Poa , Poa, Poa,” gunshots. 3 guys were already on the ground. The police shot them dead while they had tried to escape. They arrested all of us, carried us with a big van. We were packed like sardine to an unknown place that looked like desert. There was houses like that looked like cells. I had only seen that kind of area in Hollywood films. I saw it as a huge detention center because it has barb wires that demarcated each section. We were left in one big room for 2 days without food nor water. No one came to attend to us or opened the door. We were locked inside the place. I had already given up, that I would be killed. But the third day that the place was opened, officers who were wearing mask was what we were seeing. The officers were kitted, with mask on their faces carring guns. As they opened the place, they took us. By then, I knew it was over. We would be killed. We got to the entrance of the detention center, they covered our faces with black cloth. Some people began crying, while some started singing. I noticed one of the voices who was singing “Anointing fall on me.” It was funny but at that moment, it wasn’t. With the black vale on our faces and handcuff on our hands. We couldn’t see, we were only taken as we matched as we walked about 3 minutes and the vale was removed from our face. ‘Na desert I come dey see abi my eyes dey deceive me?’ I thought to myself. Because I looked back and I could only see the big gate of the detention cell. I was thinking it was the place they want to kill us when I heard, “Ok black monkeys, you all can go. You are free.” The officer who spoke was wearing a mask on his face. Or maybe I didn’t hear well. “Did they really ask us to go or they are just joking” I thought to myself. The officers told us to go. But I began wondering were we are going. They set us free inside a desert. Instead of them to take us back to were we where arrested, rather they brought us to desert to set us free. At first I was kind of happy but the way we began looking at the officers that asked us to go and the way they were doing the favour was suspicious. I felt there was another gender they had. They began shouting on us to go, infact run. And we began running but with double mind. Na me be the first person wey start to dey run. Without food and water for about 2 days with that kind of punishment. But I don’t know what kind of energy that came into me that I found myself ahead of others as we ran. Before we could run up to 5 minutes, we started hearing gunshots. Something in me told me not to look back, that I should just keep running. I kept running, but at a time the gunshots were heavy and intense that I began wondering if the officers were just wasting bullets. I turned back and saw the officers on masked face chasing at us.

is there desert in malaysia?

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I find it more fulfilling having my own e-commerce website where the few control is in my hands.

But what if I told you that there is a way to do a 100% local drop shipping system right here in Nigeria, getting/sourcing the products locally from wholesalers and major importers right here in Nigeria for insane cheap prices and marketing it for over 100% profit using........ Facebook + your e-commerce website (not compulsory but very essential)

I will be sharing steps by steps of how to go about it in a while as well as

* How to discover hot in demand products to go for
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........but a quick question, do you think I should open a new thread so we can deal with it there more or I should go ahead and discuss about it here.

What do you think?

We are still awaiting your highness.

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ifyalways:
LMAO.

I dey wait the next story, username, bank account as usual

Na una go deactivate tire,I dey. ten solid years, no shaking.

I won't deactivate anything. And better don't hold your breath while waiting

VeriteMFBank:
I was in a group where the topic of the discussion was centered on finance and a friend said something that still struck a chord in me until date. You may want to ask, what did he say? This young man said Nigerians have great and brilliant plans but our problem is IMPLEMENTATION.
As I stated yesterday, I said Nigerians spend huge resources to gained financial intelligence, established financial plans but have never been disciplined enough to start executing their plans and adding action to their decisions.
The world is tilting towards money working for PLAN EXECUTORS and GREAT INVESTORS. In our country, we are used to working for money. Most of us grew up with this advice ringing in our ears – get good grades, earn a good degree to get a good job. FUTURE SUCCESS was measured by good grades in school. Good grades meant admission to study a good degree in a good school of your choice. That will land you a lucrative job, be it in banking, oil and gas, telecoms etc. That was sound industrial age advice. The challenge is, that era went is dead and gone. We are now in the information age. You need an ENTREPRENEURIAL MINDSET to thrive today.

I am tired of planning. I want to execute. I am interested in what you have to say

THREAD CLOSED. This is the last thread I will ever create asking for any form monetary help whatsoever. You are not God.

A TIME WILL COME. YOU WILL ADMIRE ME,HATE ME, OR FEAR ME.

BUT YOU WILL NEVER LOOK DOWN ON ME