cherryCola:
Foolish boy,

You have a laptop and a smartphone yet you
can't do anything with it.

When only my itel A1 as made me more than100 milli
this year via cry.pto .

ba7man:
Note, this is how meth users comment senselessly.

One moment, we're talking about drug use in the southeast, next moment Tinubu's name is on their lips.

1stGenAmerican:


The things that you have mentioned are things that can be essential to growth and positive change. A person who makes changes in order to conceal the truth is a person that truth doesn’t not live within.

A poisoned plant will never be capable of providing nourishing fruit to anyone.

MMotimo:


YES!

HolarQD:


I actually still don’t understand her anger after everything that has been said and said. She has continued talking down on people all because she wants to prove she’s angry. She keeps talking about “her” point of view forgetting that others are in their right to air “their” point of views too.

Please Mmotimo, your points all over the thread has shown you’re legally correct with all your reasonings and the convicted fellow is whatever names you have called him.

Please and please, stop the continuous name-calling, it’s beneath you intellectually.

Thanks ma’am!!

takeit123:


I read the story earlier today and I wasn't really sure if that was the prison Adedojah was kept. As a follower of the thread, I checked if his name was among the escapees. Fortunately, it wasn't. At least many folks will be happy with the development.

Aufbauh:


The guy isn't looking bad .
It is this kind of athletic body type of a guy that carrys big 'gbola' & can readily satisfies plumpy or busty girls...... The devil is in the details.

HolarQD:


Your story is quite believable because of how you told it. My grouse with you in this particular Mr Bah’s case was your condescending attitude towards those who tilted to neutrality because of the convicted fellow emotional appeal at the initial stages. And just because some fell for his emotional appeal doesn’t mean they’re gullible since most if not all has back-pedaled and see the convicted fellow for who he truly is.

Just so you understand, the same way some people would believe your story and find it believable is the same way some people also wouldn’t find it appealing and call you names.
This is what so many people who were against the convicted fellow did in proving he’s guilty. They were in rush (including you) to attack anyone with an opposing opinion and this is wrong.

The convicted fellow is in jail already. You got lucky to have a second chance to set things right for yourself and in turn become repentant (but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re once like the convicted fellow - bar the rape tendencies tho).

Remember, being repentant doesn’t change the fact that you did whatever it’s you’ve come out speak about.

I strongly appreciate your conviction and I sincerely hope you continue to get stronger in this journey towards mind cleansing you embark on.

The reason this thread got this long was because there was too much attack on personalities due to opposing opinions and this is low for some who claim to have critical reasoning.

daddytime:


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As an apprentice, my chairman had a "big" client then who was his very good paymaster.

This client would pay so much that my oga would even forget to keep in touch on the next billing because there was so much money to flex with.

Until one day when my boss tried reaching him without a response for a while. And then one day he decided to try the landline one more time when luckily the man's wife picked up and announced his demise. My boss had refused to believe until the woman sent a faxed picture of the man lying in his casket for his funeral.

We were a group of young boys as apprentices, and I'd later branch out to be on my own having learned the rudiments of the game and started making money by and for myself.

But there was one of my apprentice-mate then called "Chukwu" (not real name), he would remain with our chairman as his P.A and all.

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

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

My Sudanese paymaster had a fledging trucking business.

I would go on to obtain money(s) from him by deceit, and go on to establish my own trucking business in Nigeria. You can check my old moniker baby for confirmation.

As at 2006, I had a fleet of 7- 30 tons dump trucks and trailers.

How I ever could believe I would destroy someone's life and business to enjoy mine is still a mystery to me today. If I should write about what happened with my trucking business, it will take a full page here.

Have I talked about an old couple who had been our clients and were paying until they retired and were still cajoled by my boss to hand in their retirement benefits?

They brought the monies across the border in duffel bags, one of which I straddled on my back on my boss' directive to take home for him.

The next day, my boss woke up and was on the phone with his dad when after the conversation he had turned to us and said, "na wa oh".... "My papa say dem just dupe am of him pension money". If this isn't karma, please, tell me what it is.

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

During interrogation, I was confronted with every evidence in the book down to my pictures and voice recordings because our phones had been tapped unbeknownst to us.

With the array of incontrovertible evidence, it'd have been fool-hardy for me to keep denying my photographs and voice.

The only thing I was advised by my lawyer was to give a " no comment" answer to their subsequent queries because it was my right, and the evidence they had against me which had been shared with him can be argued if I refused to talk any further thereby arming them with newer facts and digging myself further in a hole.

Meanwhile, Chukwu and my boss had been grilled and already extradited to the US.

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

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

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

We had a long talk, reminisced about the old-time, and told him about my new life.

He told me how he was putting up at Chairman's house obviously with nothing to start up on, and how he was waiting for Chairman to give him a promised #20m to start up his life.

In the course of the chat, I needed to step out on an errand. So, I told him we'd chat later.

That was the last time I'd ever talk to Chukwu.

Chukwu passed on that same day in a very mysterious way.

He was found slumped in the car with his girlfriend- a girlfriend different from the girlfriend we all knew him with. The one he told me he would be getting married to in a few months during our chat. The one who stood by him all through his incarceration years. The one who would travel all the way from the Netherlands every other month to visit him in the US pen. Life...

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

For the most part of these years, he had done prison terms for drug trafficking, and then the 9 years for fraud before his demise just after his last prison term.

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

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

Why should I be ashamed to tell the truth and keep liberating myself and anyone else who seeks to truly be free from the throes of living a crime, lie, and ignorance?

As a matter of fact, fear no even day my dictionary abi you never read how I take dey sleep for cemetery while on my way through the desert all by myself?

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

When my parents and siblings got a hold of my book, they weren't really as pleased as they should have been even though they were all surprised reading all I had to go through.

They naturally would have expected I curried it all up to prevent the " what would people say or think".

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

How would my story make any sense to you if I failed to tell you in honest terms how my old school parents loved to have kids so much that they'd eventually go on a kids- making spree, so much in the hopes that at least one of these kids would turn out well, and be the Messiah to bail the family out of it's throes until they "manufactured" 11 of us with limited resources to give us all a good quality of life, no matter how daddy and mummy struggled to fend for us all, and eventually making me the dupe of the whole arrangement because as young as I was then, I already figured something had got to give, and daddy would be needing a support to cater properly to all of us kids.

With this in mind, I told myself school had got to wait, while I ventured out to go find a way out of the present quagmire. And should I meet my end while at it, I had asked God to rest my soul, if for no other reason, but for the reason that I had refused to sit still amid my present family dynamics, yet die, but instead chose to die while trying to make an impact in mine and my family's setting.

Sorry guys for the epistle.

The beginning and end of this lengthy write up is that if I truly was hypocritical or broke as you guys keep alleging, and I desired to make it "big" in your understanding, I have the connect/contacts, I know how to get whatever tools I would be needing.

But for me, it is a vow that I'd rather die poor than go stealing from people, and I am keeping it until my maker calls me back to him to account for my time here on earth.

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

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

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

Happy Sunday, guys. Make una no vex.


Choi...this is lengthy.

I'm sorry, this is how best I know to express myself (writing). I barely talk much in person except I'm on stage addressing the youths with my experiences.

Layormiii:
BTW, this thread isn't about daddytime, it's about powerhouse. If you have anything on daddytimme to spill, open a separate thread for that.

MMotimo:


On the previous page, he said he did the time, so you have confirmation that he didn’t? Escaping bail would suggest there’s a warrant out for his arrest and yet he wrote a book about what he did?
So how is he an ex-convict if he was never convicted?
How does the “escaped to Nigeria “ apply?

Skyview01:


Why don't you show us the records you claim.

MMotimo:


That is a lot more than chatinent has done for his role in trying to mislead the public!

You did the crime? Check!
You did the time? Check!
You are repentant? Check!

How all of that compares with an unrepentant, violent child rapist is beyond me.

daddytime:


Empty squid....

So lame.

daddytime:


My betters at rape...yes.

[s]Do not hide under this moniker. Make bold to post under your other moniker which you have been using to deceive and disgrace yourself.[/s]

Captain America wey wan go save him brother-at-rape.

Useless people.

daddytime:


Yen yen yen

Rapist....rapist apologist, rapist pro-activist and a rapist fund-raiser.

Go back and read my modified post.

Your post had been objective indeed.


Thunder...

daddytime:




Wahala...

Una nyansh dey outside already.

chatinent:

Sb said you ran away from prison too from a crime similar abroad. I think she is lying, wrong?

Bruno3000:
I've also done my research and observation. C.E. is more like a cult.

Bruno3000:
I believe you.

wonder233:
Most people commenting here don't drive. Look, when you inadvertently knock down a pedestrian or biker, you have a split second to make a decision: If you see in that split second the injury isn't bad, you can stop to offer assistance, if you see the person is dead, then you just have to make a run for it.
It may sound callous, but it is the ugly truth no one wants to admit to. It doesn't mean you don't feel remorse, but it was an accident, you didn't do it deliberately. The person has already died, your stopping to be lynched, killed, sent to prison adds no value to the situation.
This is the hard truth.

Cyoung4real:



Okay, take it this way. 200 Naira is equal to 2 cedi 99 pesewas. 200 Naira can buy you one bag of pure water in Nigeria but you need 4 cedis or 5 cedis to get a beg of Water in Ghana. You gerrit?

elated177:


Ola, if a shepherd, during the night, makes the decision to take one of his sheep to the market at dawn, do you think he will be deterred by how hard the sheep squeezes its face? Answer this question, ola17.

sweetonugbu:
This man is a good man, he saved my life as the dpo mtd police station awkunanaw enugu oct 2010.i will alway remain grateful.

elated177:


Does it then mean you are ashamed of what you do in your bedroom? Reed, tell me, do you perform MouthAction on your woman?

hupernikao:


No i dont Sir because your response is away from reality of discussion.

Your comment never address anything but just what we can call a roadside gist. This is the reason i am helping to know how to interfere into discussions. The discussion here isnt like market gist or scene, that you just give a road side exclamation and continue facing your road. What i mean is be serious when you are interfering into discussions.

Toks2008:


She has gone to rest.

If you know the type of life that awaits believers in christ on the other side, to die go dey hungry you.

zero8zero:

Oh, tales of rapture and world destructions. We were not even sure if all that will happen. We were told the world will end some years back and everyone panicked to receive Christ but lo and behold, we are still here.

PastorM:


The one and only, lol