My dear, it has not been easy for me all these while. I had thought about all these stuffs that happened. Was I wrong? Did I do the wrong thing? Or maybe I was trying to avoid problems. But for me, I felt I did what I did to avoid troubles and suspicions on my character.

Months ago after my NYSC. I didn’t just want to stay idle. I wanted to get my hands doing something, a job while I still searching for tangible job. I got a job in a printing and publishing firm in which my take home salary was N20,000 per month. “At least N20,000 is something rather than staying idea for the devil to manipulate me.” The owner of the firm is a Pastor and a very nice man. When I started work, he just came to like me because of my dedication and hardwork, and another thing is that I was a graduate working at the place. It was unusual to him and even my humility as a graduate in doing that kind of work.

My boss gave birth to three lovely children. All are girls. The first two are in secondary school and the last one was still in primary. And the school these three attend was not far from the firm. So after school, the three come by the work place to their father while they spend some time to the close of work and their dad would take them home.

Two weeks when I started this work, I noticed that each time the eldest daughter of my boss who I presumed should be 15 or 16 years (I never asked) and in SS 3. Each time she was back from school, she has one kind of weird body odour. I noticed it severally. Even sometimes in the morning if she forget to take something from her papa. If she come the office I dey perceive the odour that sometimes I go dey wonder if she even wash her uniform. But looking at her from outside, physically, she would look clean and very neat. But na the afternoon odour na im dey more pronounced after all the sweating and playing for school. I am not blaming her for that because the other two girls get their own too. It’s natural that humans have body odour but the way we take care of it matters. I believe that body odour can only be reduced but not completely killed. So she’s a teenager that needs to start taking care of her body. And I no know how I wan take confront her about it. I don’t want to get into trouble, in as much my Oga is nice, let it not look as if I was insulting him by saying her daughter has body odour. And it would look good if a lady told rather than me a guy. I was just trying to be careful because her papa na pastor and they (the girls) can be saucy sometimes. Make dem no say I dey find another thing and I no want insult. Though I and the kids are quit friendly most especially the last one who often comes around me.

This particular Wednesday while I was doing some work, the youngest one came to me to ask for something. “Gush” the odour that I perceived was so mad that I asked her if she washed her school uniform. She said she wasn’t wearing the one she wore the previous day. And that she has about 3 school uniforms. As I dey there na im the eldest one come meet me with her own too. Kaiii, I thought of what to do. I am not blaming them. Its just normal. Even when I was in secondary school, my school uniform dey smell too. So I come feel say I go buy body spray, perfume for the eldest one because her own be say na teenager. And their dad also had once complained that the girls are very rough. That when one comes to their rooms, every were would be dirty and unkept. Thank God say na big school dem dey go so dem go look clean for outward.

Part of me asked me not to do anything. That I should just ignore it since I wasn’t staying there permanently. But another part of me suggested that since my Oga had even taken me as his son, so the girls are like my junior sisters, it would be good that I do something. At least N550 is not much to spend on the perfume. And I wasn’t going to tell her that she has body odour. But atleast if I give her the perfume, she would know what to do with it.

I bought a perfume. At first I wanted to give it to her dad to give to her but later I waved it out. She returned from school and she came to check on her dad. It was unfortunate that her dad went out. Na there I come give her the perfume. She come thank me wella. The other two dey vex say I no give them anything. I promised to get them something some other time because I do get them snacks before, but snack no do anything that day. Na something tangible go make sense for them.

After giving the eldest one the perfume, I felt fulfilled. At least she would be using it on her body.

Two days later was a Saturday. My Oga called me on phone and asked if I was the one that bought perfume for her daughter. Na so I tell her “yes ooo.” He said no problem that when we see on Monday we would talk on it. I thought he was just impressed at least that I did something for his daughter.

Monday came and I went to see him in his office. “What is your motive towards my daughter?” was the first thing he asked when I went to see him. I was shocked and surprised like a child. “shey I even get motive!” I thought to myself. “Why did you buy her a perfume?” my Oga asked again. I smiled. I was trying to choose my words properly. I didn’t want to put it in his face that his child has body odour. I told him that I just did it willingly just as the way he (my Oga) gives me money sometimes. “You did it willingly? You want something from her?” my Oga asked again. Chaiii, as he made that statement, I knew he was just thinking another thing so I had to make my mind clear. Na there I come begin explain to him say sometimes say her daughter if she come back from school, say all the sweat wey don accumulate for her body go dey react. There by springing up body odour. I told him that I didn’t want to give it to her directly. I wanted to give it to him to give to her but he wasn’t around. I also told him that the use of the perfume will at least reduce the odour. Though I didn’t tell her but with what I did, she would understand to use it. After saying, my Oga smiled. He said there was no need of even giving it to him to give to her daughter, and what I did was right. Na there her papa come dey talk say the girls self no dey hear word. Say their room they scatter too much and she no dey bath well. All was just complain. But after everything, he said that his wife their was angry that a guy gave a gift to her daughter. And they didn’t know my motive towards her. Na so me tell him say that her daughter, I senior her with up to 9 years and so wetin I go dey find for her body. He said he understands but her mom doesn’t and their whole house had been boiling because of that issue. Me sef no know him wife. I had never set my eyes on her since I started working there because she doesn’t come to the place. I heard that where she works was a bit far and she doesn’t even have time or whatsoever to be at the firm. After we finished talking, I went back to my work. When the last girl returned from school because she normally returns earlier than the others and we were quit close. Na there the 10 year old come dey tell me say there mama tell there papa make them sack me because I wan rape her pikin. Just because of gift wey I give her sister. “Chaiii, na who come send me! if I no I for no even buy the gift give the girl sef.”

She (the one I bought the perfume for) came back from school but didn’t bother to come to greet me as usual. She was just ignoring me. As time went on, she was doing it. Na so I call the small one ask the small wey dey always gist me wetin they happen. She said that their mom told them not to be interacting with me. na the woman wey no even know me ooo. She never even see me sef. I even learnt that she had been pressuring my Oga to sack me or else she would report him to the church council that he is trying to match make their daughter with an older person. And I had even started noticing some changes in my Oga. His countenance to the office had changed. It seemed the family issues had taken it’s toe on him. I finally called the one I bought perfume for and explained to her why I bought her the thing. I no tell her say she dey smell ooo but I use sense explain to her. She even said her mom collected the perfume and threw it away. She talk say her mama beat her well well. She even talk say their house don turn to “fuji house of commotion.” Say her papa and mama just dey quarrel for the house about the matter. After everything, I thought it wise to resign. I was so pained because I was learning something that was going to better my life and hopes to set up my own sef when I leave.

When I told my Oga that I was leaving, he begged me to still stay because of my attitude and my relevance. He even asked if it was because of what happened about the perfume saga, I told him it wasn’t. I told him that I had gotten a job some were. But I never get any job yet. I was just doing it to let peace reign in their family. Make the man get rest of mind. The thing pain the man come pain me too. But the man feel say na the matter na im make me wan leave.

http://www.hovabuzz.com/frontline/1085-i-bought-my-boss-s-teenage-daughter-a-gift-and-it-cost-me-my-job-was-i-even-wrong

workforce email for Port Harcourt. i first tried ph@workforcegroup.com and it bounced back. But we later tried portharcourt@workforcegroup.com and it went, it didn't bounce back so for those asking for Port Harcourt email, you can try that.

will like to visit the country and see things myself.

cybriz82:
Avoid bush burning u say!? How dat 1 tek dey effect?

yea, because when burning the bushes, he rats in the bush runs out and their destination is our homes.

lalasticlala , seun you can do the needful

Well, this is part of my Community development service (CDS) as a corp member. So am using this opportunity to bring awareness, remind us of this deadly disease, Lassa fever, to help us fight and protect our lives, families and communities.

LASSA FEVER: PROTECT YOURSELF, FAMILY AND FRIENDS
Lassa fever is a severe, life-threatening acute viral hemorrhagic fever caused by a virus that belongs to the family called arenaviridae. Lassa fever has an incubation period of 6-21 days.
Lassa fever is difficult to recognize and detect easily with high case fatality rate without medical intervention.
ORIGIN OF LASSA FEVER
Lassa fever was first discovered in 1969 in Lassa community, Maiduguri, Borno state in Nigeria, where it killed two missionary nurses. The disease has since spread to other west African countries like Guinea, Sierra Leone, Gambia etc.
CAUSE OF LASSAFEVER
Multimammate rat (Mastomys natalensis); rat with many breasts.
HOW LASSA FEVER CAN BE CONTRACTED
Primary mode :
1. Direct contact with infected rats
2. Consumption of food infected or contaminated with excreta(urine or stool)of infected rats.
3. Consumption of infected rats
Secondary mode:
1. Through direct contact with infected blood or bodily secretions/fluid (urine, stool, sores, cuts or wounds and semen etc) or contaminated items (medical patients, needles, dirty bed sheets) formites or aerosole.
2. Through sexual intercourse with infected person or those who have recovered from Lassa fever.
WHO IS SUSCEPTIBLE TO LASSA FEVER
People of ll ages are susceptible. Pregnant women are more likely to develop severe disease especially in late pregnancy.
THOSE AT RISK OF CONTACTING LASSA FEVER
• Family members of Lassa fever patient
• Caretakers
• Traditional healers
• Medical & health care workers (high risk group)
• Patients receiving treatment from a health care professional who is also treating Lassa fever patients who is not appropriate infection control measures
• Participants of traditional burial rituals
• Sexual partners of a Lassa fever survivor or a suspected Lassa fever patient
• Hospital workers (Ward mate & laundry staff).
SIGNS AND SYMPTOMS OF LASSA FEVER
Stage 1 (Days 1-3)
1. Generalized body weakness and malaise
2. Constant high fever (390c and above)
Stage 2 (days 4 – 7)
3. Sore throat white exudative pharyngitis (patches)-very common. Headache
4. Back, chest, side and abdominal pain. Conjunctivitis, Nausea and vomiting
5. Productive cough, proteinuria
6. Low blood pressure (systolic 100mmhg). Anaemia
Stage 3 (8 – 14 days)
7. Neck and facial swelling (edema). Convulsions.
8. Internal bleeding. Encephalopathy with confusion or disorientate.
9. Coma and death – after 14 days (stage 4)
TREATMENT/CURE FOR LASSA FEVER
1. Supportive treatment/psychological care using PPE, observing SOP and universal precautionary measures)
2. Drug treatment- (RIBAVIRIN) for 10days. Intravenous Ribavirin is most effective if given in the first 6 days of illness.
HOW LASSA FEVER CAN BE PREVENTED AND CONTROLLED
1. Avoid bush burning
2. Ensure rats are killed or put away from homes.
3. Avoid contact with rats
4. Personal hygiene (wash hands with soap and water)
5. Ensure that foods and food stuff are safe and always covered
6. Stop the consumption of rats (especially rats with many breast)
7. General environmental sanitation
8. Health education/community sensitization and awareness creation.
9. Hygienic funeral practices in our communities
COMPLICATIONS (SEQUALAE) FOLLOWING LASS FEVER INFECTION
Deafness, Abortion, fetal death, Hair loss, Loss of coordination, Multiple organ failure. Death.

WHEN WILL YOU SUSPECT THAT YOU HAVE LASSA FEVER?
If you have sudden, continuous high fever that does not respond appropriate anti-malarial and antibiotics, accompanied by neck/facial swelling, sore throat, chest pain and bleeding (from gums, nose, vagina or hemoptysis).
If you suspect any case of LASSA FEVER please go the nearest health center or hospital.


Please Nigerians Protect Yourself, family and community from this deadly disease, LASSA FEVER.

This message is Powered By Department of Disease control services, Rivers state Primary Health care Management Board.

Awareness by Corper Christian C. Ozor

kheart:


lagos@workforcegroup.com but u can send to both email just in case

It seem you have done this kind of job or still doing it. Well I want to ask this, is it similar to this kmpg job, like temporal or its just a permanent kind of job?? and if you don't mind expantiating more on job. Just asking to know how convenient it would be for a friend.. will like your response.

Growing up as a village boy in Koko, Delta state, my brothers and sisters, life wasn’t so easy. I remembered the time I and my siblings used to take pap with rice. You can imagine that kind of food. Or, back in the days when I was in 200 level. I and my roommate use to take noodles and garri for supper. We go first chop noddles of N60 then top it up with garri and N20 fried fish from Mama Cambodia back in Delsu, Abraka.
I was fortunate enough to be the only one that went through university education out of my the 4 children my parents gave birth to. Though no money but we shah rugged am. I finished from Delsu, did my NYSC in Lagos state. Fortunately, I was retained at the multinational company I served. Infact, my parents were full of joy and happiness. “My pikin dey work for big office for Lagos,” my dad would tell his friends. Barely 2 weeks I started my new work, my dad had already spread the news to almost everyone in Koko, say him pikin, his beloved son don get better work for Lagos. According to my younger sister, “Person no hear word for daddy again oo.” The old man was just using me to brag to his friends, as if I had landed a big contract worth millions. Na just job I get ooo.
4 months into my job, I was part of the 4 people from the ICT department sent on an assignment to Port Harcourt. But it was unfortunate, due to some form of disagreement among us, we couldn’t bring out a good results. The infightings, arguments were much. Everyone was proving superior to the other. Dem no even allow me talk sef, just because they were senior colleagues. They don’t want my input, its just for me to follow them. The office heard about what was going on and recalled of us back. “Dat one na real query we wan go face,” I thought to myself.
When we got back to the office, the company pardoned us. But I was scared when I received a note that the Oga at the top wants to see me in his office. Na so fear come hold me. Because I don’t want to be sacked. Many thoughts were flipping through my mind. What happened in Port Harcourt wasn’t my fault oo.
I got to his office and greeted him. With a warm smile he responded and told me to sit down. He told me that company would be sending 8 people to the U.S for a one week internship program. He said he doesn’t know if I would love to join them. Chaii, na who no like better thing! Who no go like join this people. He was even trying to convince me to join them since I was the youngest employee and that the internship would help develop me. Na so I jump up with excitement. “I would gladly accept to be part of it,” I said to him. Na so I leave him office very very happy. That same day, the list of the people travelling were released and my name was there. Chaiiii, I was so happy. Because I just started work some few months back. On a normal circumstance, I wouldn’t have been among, I was still young in the company and the senior colleagues are still there. Where e reach me for the company!
I got home home and called my parents in Delta state to give them the good news. Na so my papa shout, “Oghene Biko. My pikin wan go see Obama.” I laughed as he said that. It looked as if the energy in my family was charged up just because I told them I was travelling to US.
Before I knew what was happening, people from my village, the uncles and relatives I don’t even know, all started calling me that they heard I was travelling to the US. Na who come tell them. My sister said if I had known I should have not told our dad that I was travelling, that the man has spread the news all over koko. Chaiii, this man don kill me with him mouth diarrhea. Is it a crime to tell ones father he was travelling! Why my own come different. My sister said I need to see how people are trooping to our house in Koko to beg fro favour from dad. As if his son is now a millionaire. I never make money when this man (my father) dey do this thing. What of if I come get money, only God know wetin he go do. Everyone that sees my siblings would just ask, “we hear say your Brother don travel.” The news don spread gan for Koko, as if I was the first person in Koko that would be travelling to the U.S.
As time went on, plans and prparations began towards my travelling. That would be my first time of traveling out of the country.
Three days to my departure for U.S, this particular evening i came back from work. After taking my dinner, I got a call in which the number was not registered on my phone. Na so I pick the call oo. And it was victoria, a girl that stays towards the end of my street in the former place I stayed at surulere where I served. I was surprised to get her call. She asked me how I was doing and I told her I was doing well. She said she would like to visit me the next day. As she talked of visiting me, na so my hormone rise up. Why does she want to visit me! Abi my papa don also tell her say I dey soon enter yanke! Mba nu, my dad doesn’t know victoria nah. Still talking on the phone, she said I should give her my address so she could come visit me. Na so I come dey wonder why dis girl wan see me! I asked if there was any problem and she said “No,” but she just want to come and visit me since it has been a while. “Is it a crime to come and visit a special friend?” she asked, I laughed and told her “no.” She tried being very friendly and flirty while we spoke on the phone. I gave her what she wanted. After the call, I began wondering. This was a girl I asked out couple of times and she was turning me down. She no dey even dey give me face. No regard for me. She kept on playing me even when I sometimes dey send her money. Na guys with beta ride she dey like. I will send her an “Hi” message on whatsapp. It would take her 24 hours to reply it, but she go dey online oo. Sometimes if I even send her message, she would see it but reply in one week time. She played me sotey I became tired and gave up, moved on with my life. I come dey wonder who he was referring as special! What changed her! What made her to call me? “well I will find out the next day when she comes,” I thought to myself.
The next day, victoria bombarded me with calls. She was checking up on me, wants to know where I was, if I had gotten home. She said if she can come to my office so we could go home together. Na so me tell her a big “No oooo.” I don’t even want her to come to my office. She had only been there once when I brought her, I was still a corper. But now, mba.
As victoria’s calls where bombarding my phone, na so my people for Koko still dey call me. The relatives I have never met in my life, some where calling me, telling me to buy them bread when coming back from America. Some will tell me that when I get there, I should remember to come back and take their children. The one wey pain me pass be say. My dad called me and told me that one of our relatives I have never even met or heard about said he wants to give me something to fortify myself so Oyibo people will not use me for rituals. Chaiii, na so I laugh. And that the man also want to give me something to give to his son who travelled 20 years ago to U.S and they are yet to hear from him. And wetin com be my business. If he wants to see his pikin, why can’t he do the juju. Shey na bread I wan go buy for America. I was only going there for a one week internship programme and not to start looking for lost person that only God knows were he is.
Immediately I was closing from work, stepping out of my office building, victoria called me. Na so I come dey wonder wetin dey shark dis girl for were I dey! I told her I was on the way home. Fortunately, as I was entering my street in the car with my colleague. I met victoria. I guessed she was trying to locate my house. I had to tell my colleague to drop me there while I took victoria to my place. She was amazed at my house when we got there. Level don change ooo. No be the other one room wey she take know me. But I didn’t tell her that it was a top staff of my company that gave me the house because his son relocated to London, so she allowed me occupy the one room self contain apartment. It apartment had already been furnished sef before I moved in.
Well I come dey form for victoria. She tried playing with me that I had forgotten about her. And that she was yet to get a job after our passing out. Na how that one take consign me! I encouraged her. I asked her what she will take, she said suya and sharwama. “Hmmmm.. na thunder go fire this girl.” If na jass she carry come, this one no go affect me. She thought she was talking to the former me, wey no get liver. Now I can’t be fooled. She never even tell me the purpose of her coming and she dey order for suya, ice cream and sharwama.
I laughed when she called the suya and sharwama. I told her not to worry, we would get the suya * me get suya for her! she go wait tire*
We started talking and he told me that she heard I would be travelling to the U.S. I asked who told her and she said it was one of our friends. I no even bother to tell ask who the friend is. I only blamed my mouth that is leaking. I told one person and they told the others. After talking for a while, I made noddles and we ate. I noticed victoria was becoming friendly. The victoria I knew before does’t even allow me hold her hands. This one, na she dey draw closer to me to hold me. She was just play touching me. Time dey go 8:30pm and she never make any move to go. Though we were enjoying each other’s company. She reminded me of the suya and sharwama. I told her that when she’s going we would branch and get it for her. na so she tell me say she no go that night ooo. That she would be spending the night at my place. Na so I pinch myself. I don’t want it to look as if I was chasing her away. I didn’t say anything. I was very tired and I had already arranged the bag I will used to travel. I was feeling sleepy. I thought some negative ideas would come into my mind just because victoria was sleeping over, but it wasn’t so. Since I had deleted verything concerning her out of my memory. No single feeling or affection for her. For me, I no get time for her. I was just forcusing on making money and pick my family up.
Na so me lye down for bed as I leave her. But the girl no free me. She came and lay with me. Before we knew what was happening, it happened. We went to cloud 9. Me no send ooo, but I don’t love her any more.
The next morning, I woke up early enough and prepared to leave. I would be leaving to the office and from there would move to the airport. So I no come back house again. I woke victoria up so she could prepare and leave. Na so this girl talk say she no go leave oo. I told her I wasn’t coming back to the house and I would leave to the states from the office. She said I should drop my house key with her, say she go stay for the house and wait for me. “Lai-lai,” I thought to myself. This one no go happen. I told her I can’t leave the key with her. “Are you sending me out of your house,” she screaming at me. Me I no even talk anything. Na make she just comot for my house. She started abusing me and calling me all sorts of names as she dresses up. Na so this girl tell me say I wicked, that I used her. she come dey swear for her papa, mama and generations think say na me she dey swear for. She finally left the house. I arranged it and left for the office.
And the journey began. From Murtala Muhammed international airport to Newyork. I was very excited. Come see as my body dey shake as I dey inside plane. I brought out my phone to take pictures, as I see my team lead face as he dey look me, I placed my phone back into my pocket. That kind look that says “this akata village boy dey travel for first time.”
As we landed in Newyork, as the immigration finished checking us in. I brought out my phone and gave to one of my colleague to snap me at the airport. My team lead was looking at me in a weird manner. Me I no send am. I ignored him. After all, he can’t fire me. I took the photos. Na wetin I go just upload for facebook, I go take am do small shakara say I dey obodo oyibo.
We got to the hotel we lodged, I called my family immediately with the hotel line. I first called my dad and he was just so screaming.
Daddy – Hello
Me – papa na me
Daddy – na you who ? who be u?
Me – pa pa na your pikin (called my name)
Daddy --- Ehhhhhh, (Starts shouting).
Me --- laughing …
Daddy --- so you don land
Me --- yes ooo, Papa I don land
Daddy --- Yes oohhh, my picking don reach America
Me – (laughing). Papa e don do abeg
Daddy --- you don see Obama?
Me --- no worry if I see am, I go greet am for you.
Daddy – yes greet Obama for me. And if you dey come back, buy something come for us
My papa no greet cut phone ooo. He started telling me to buy something for his relatives. Na so I cut the phone. I called my mum and other siblings before dropping the phone. The next day was a Monday, the internship programme started in Manhattan.
It was indeed a hectic programme with a diverse practical sessions. It finally ended on the Friday. And we have been scheduled to leave on Sunday.
The next day was a Saturday and two of my female colleagues were preparing to go to shopping. My eye been dey there to follow them but I began imagining, how will I be following females to shopping, and they are in there early 40s. If they were 20s, that one for good but they are 40s. It looked weird. My other colleagues were old men of about 50s and 60s. They don’t have any interest in shopping. Kaiii, and I brought about $1200 specifically for shopping. And almost all my colleagues that came for this internship, that was not their first time in US except me. Some of them have families and relatives staying in the states so they know routes. I told one of my male senior colleague that I would love to shop. He said I should exercise patience that his nephew is on his way coming. He was taking him to a show so maybe after the show; he can take me to go shopping. Say “Okay oo.”
Na so the bobo arrive ooo. See fresh frosh boy with American accent wey dey tear belle. I heard he was born bread in the states. His name is ofor. They said they were going to magic (illusion) show. Which kind thing be dis. I even thought it was a music show with Jay z or Beyonce. Magic show! Where people perform magic. Well I joined them since they said they would take me to where I will shop after the show. Na so we drive oo. He took us to a place they refer to as “theater district” in midtown west in that Manhattan, Newyork. As we got to the place, it was an open air with different kinds of magicians and many divided in groups. Some groups are with some magicians while other with another magicians. I wasn’t feeling comfortable with the magical stuff but I had to take that way. But one caught my attention. I don’t know if it was magic he was doing or he was just giving out brand new Iphones as gift. Na so I enter there while ofor and my colleague dey one side they watch another magician.
At the place I was, the man would just spread brand new Iphone 6 on the table and ask people to identify the one that he marked below. Anyone that could do it takes the phone. “Hmmm, this one sweet oo,” I thought to myself. He brought out 10 iphone 6 from a bag. He put a red tag below 6 of the phones, spread and scattered them on the table. He asked people to identify the ones with the red tag. Who ever that was able to identify any of the phones with the tag takes the phone. Na so people dey identify come dey win ooo. The thing come sweet me for body. I decided to try it out. If I fit win like 20 iphones carry go naija. I will sell them and make money.
The man brought out 6 iphones 6 from the bag and tagged 3 with a red tags below them. He scattered them on the table and asked anyone to identify just one with a red tag. Na so me just stretch my hand go were the table dey. I just picked one of them, and there you go, there was a red tag under it. See as people come dey hail me for their. I was happy that I had won an iphone 6. Na so the man say make I drop the phone oo. I said that I will re-do it again. I asked why and he said I was supposed to pay $100 to participate in the game. “So they pay to participate in the game?” I asked. People there said yes. So na because of $100 this man wan collect that iphone 6 from me. I don’t people there to see me that I was just coming to America for the first time. I brought out my wallet, took out $100 and gave to the man. He said I should drop the phone so I can replay the game. According to his explanation, I have to pay first before playing so the one I played and win was invalid. So now that I have paid, I any game I play is valid and if I win, I will take it. Well I gave him back the phone and played again. As usual he brought out 6 iphones and tagged 3. He scattered them on the table. I was confident I will win. My mind never went if it was a scam or fake magic because I believed this was America, no be Naija. I was busy thinking of even forgetting about the shopping Ofor wants to take me to. Make I just use my $1200 play this game come win 12 iphones. I will send them in Naija and make cool money.
Na so I picked the wrong one. $100 don go be dat. I tried the second tried the second time and lost. $200 don go. I began wondering how come I was loosing now that I placed my money. When my money was not on it, I didn’t loose. And how come ladies that before me were winning. As I was about to play the third one, ofor and my colleague came to were I was and asked us to leave for the shopping. Kaii, my $200 no go just go like nah. I must win something. They weren’t aware that I was playing the game with my money until I told them. Na so my colleague laugh me ehh. They said I should forget about it that it was just magic. My colleague said I can’t win that it’s just magic. Even if I pick the right one, they would change it to the wrong one. Ofor agreed that people do win but on slim chances. So na so my $200 go just go. Well I heeded to their advise when ofor said I shouldn’t worry, that he would give me back the $200. The crowd there was much. As we struggled to leave there, I was still holding my wallet on my hand. As I was about putting it into my trouser pocket, it fell on the floor. I turned around to pick it, behold another guy had already picked it and gave to me. I thanked him while we left for the shopping. When we got to the mall. It was a moderate priced shop according to ofor. The least shirt should there was about $47. My colleague and ofor selected some few clothes also too. Na so I select 4 shirts and 3 jean trousers. I dipped my hand into my pocket and brought out my wallet to pay. I opened my wallet, behold there was no money inside it. This one na one chance. I began emptying my pockets and nothing was inside them. It seem I had been pick pocketed. It was my colleague who later paid for the clothes I bought, that when we get back to Nigeria, I will pay back. So na gbese I come enter. that one na my one month salary na im I dey owe my colleague.
It was really a terrible experience for me. I wasn’t happy. Ofor gave me the $200 he promised me. Of course he’s from a wealthy family. How I was pick pocketed, I could just recall but I feel it was were my wallet fell or na the magic wey the iphone man do!
We finally left the US and returned to Nigeria. All in all, it was happy for me. Since then, I have traveled more than three times to the states.

http://www.hovabuzz.com/frontline/1083-my-experience-during-my-first-visit-to-america-and-how-i-was-scammed

noddles, rice keh.. and some bigger thief are yet to be even caught in Naija.

ifeomaekol:
Some pple r sayn its greed dt got her into such situation bt u disagree, as a copper ur wish is ti get a job even b4 u finish Nysc, it happened to me bt God saved me. Op I bet d bank they asked u to send d money is access bank? I believe strongly d pple doin ds is frm nysc, cos afta I finished service, they called me, stating my exact details, d man said he had a job offer in akwaibom for me bn bla bla bla, na him I blast am him cut he's call. Pls awarness shuld b created for new otondos.

hmmmmm lolz...

Rori:
Network is nt really dat bad in Angulama anyways@op

Yes ..... e be like say na u be CLO.

Many of my mates dreamt to be posted to great places during their NYSC. No one wants to be a cast away, likewise me. I wanted to be settled before my service. I want to get a job. Not just ordinary job for that matter. Na better job I want so I hoped and wished to be posted to a place with great opportunities.

October 2015 came. I printed my call-up letter and saw that I was posted to Rivers state. I was so happy. My family was so happy. I was glad because it was Rivers state, a land of so many opportunities. I had high hopes. My blood was so hot to get into camp and get out so I can be posted to oil firm.

But the unfortunate came up, that it’s a policy that all corps members were headed to classroom. Non would be posted out of the classroom except they were into medical line or lawyer. And I studied industrial chemistry. “So na teach I go teach,” I thought to myself. But I had no choice. I had to switch plans since I had made up my mind that I will be settling down in Port Harcourt after service. I thought of having a good and well-paying job, even conducting tutorial classes for students just to make money during the service year. During the SAED programs in camp, I collected contacts of some of the facilitators and company owners. All was just networking if they will help me after camp.

The Passing out parade (POP) in camp came. But it was unfortunate when I saw my posting letter. I was posted to Asari Toru local Government, and the PPA was Angulaman. Immediately I saw it, I was weak. I made inquiry about my PPA and I discovered it was a Riverine area. I wasn’t happy at all. All my hopes of been posted to an oil firm had been dashed. Infact it looked as if all those great dreams I had in camp had been shattered. “I thought if it would be possible to change it I will just do that.” It was possible but with good reasons.

After leaving the camp, I visited my PPA, Angulama. I had to cross two rivers before getting there. Infact when I got there, I began to weep. No strong browsing network, light sef no dey. This one na village. The school sef wey dem post me no dey exist sef. The kids there sef, one has to be begging them to come to school, “chaiii, loveth you don surfer for your life,” I thought to myself. I felt as a female corper, I can’t cope there.

When I resumed fully at my PPA. Me and my fellow corpers had to be going from house to house in that community. We were going to beg parents to release their kids to come to class.

After a week, I was so tired of the community. I was going out to Port harcourt to withdraw money from ATM. I entered the boat and another passenger who said he was an indigene of the Angulama community began chatting with me. He said he had been noticing me in that community, that the way I dress doesn’t just suit me as a corper teacher in that community. And truly, my fellow corp members had told me same. One even said I do dress to kill. But do i! I didn’t think so because I bought couple of beautiful clothes before going to camp, thinking I would be posted to a great firm so my dressing would be so effective. When my corper leader officer (CLO) was even saying that I shouldn’t be dressing too corporate in that kind of village.

So the indigene man was telling me that he really admired the way I always dress to school even when the school sef doesn’t exist, and no students in the classroom. I smiled and thanked him so well. He said I don’t deserve to be in that community with that kind of my cute and great dressing. I laughed, wetin man fit do! I told the man that even though I didn’t like the place but I have no other choice. He said his name is Mr. Wene and he stays in Port Harcourt. He said he came to check his house and was going back to Port Harcourt. He said with that my fine cooperate dressing, I can fit into all those big organizations. I laughed and jokingly told him that I don’t mind if he could link me to any big organization. He laughed too and told me he can do it. And, I really appreciated that as we chatted and he told me all his exploits and great men he had and is working with. And I believed me. I saw him as a genuine and sincere guy. Infact as he was saying it, I was happy that I have found a helper, someone that will connect and link me to great and big players in Port Harcourt. He looked genuine and somehow rich. And I saw him as a God sent agent. He even paid my transport fare to Port Harcourt and we exchanged contacts before leaving to our various destination.

After my transaction in port Harcourt, I had to rush down to my PPA to work on my CV. Throughout that weekend I and Mr. Wene talked so much on phone. He said there was a job offer that came up in Trans Amadi and it was a multinational company that has their Headquarter in Texas, U.S. The company deals in chemicals. He said if I don’t mind him linking me because he knows a friend who is an insider. I was so happy about it. “Even if say e reach N70,000 wey them dey pay I go just ghost my NYSC,” that was my thought. I asked him the name of the company, he said he won’t tell me that moment as he laughed on phone. I smiled and took it as a joke. He asked me to send my CV to him through email so he could forward it to them. I had to remind him that there was no browsing network. “Ok kkk,I remember,” he said. He said he would be coming next weekend so I should prepare the hardcopy of my CV, so when he’s going back to Port Harcourt he will take it. I was just so happy as I gave a colleague of mine to help me print out the CV in Choba.

The next weekend came and I gave Mr. Wene my CV. I felt I was close to my breakthrough. Mr. Wene assured me that I shouldn’t bother myself and, that I will get the job, and he had already told his insider about me.

Few days later I received a call from someone who said his name Emmy. He said he was calling me from I&Q American chemical company in Port Harcourt and my CV was sent to their company that I am interested in one of the vacant positions. Na so I tell am “Yes.” Emmy said since I studied industrial chemistry, the position that they would fit me as an industrial junior manager in the company. “Chaiii, na so I happy ooo.” I told him that wouldn’t be a problem. He asked if I would like to work with them. “Chaii, that question no make sense. Who wan reject that kind offer.” Na so I shout “Yes I will.” Na so he tell me say he go call back later. After the call, I was so happy. I felt I was going to win a jackpot. I felt my life was about to change for good.

3 days later Emmy called me and said the next day would be my oral phone interview and I should prepare for it.

The next day came and I was called by a female worker from that company. She asked me couple of questions like my name, why I want to work with them and my goals. I answered them to the best of knowledge. She told me that the company would get back to me.

2 days later, Emmy called and told me that I was successful and they would be expecting me to resume in the next 2 weeks. I was so happy as he told me that my salary was N80,000. “Chaii, see as i just dey happy.” This one na total ghosting for NYSC since I have gotten a good job. After the call, I called my family back at home that I had gotten a job in a multinational company in Port Harcourt. Na so them happy for me. But yet, I was yet to know were, address of the company in Trans Amadi axis of Port Harcourt. I didn’t even know more about the company.

A day later I called Emmy to know how far about my job offer. He told me there was a new development. That I was supposed to come to the company to sign and fill some forms but it has to cut short because the organization is trying to give another person the job. Immediately I heard that, na so my heart fly commot. Wetin I don already happy. I had called so many people that I had gotten a good job. “Na im devil wan pour sand sand for my garri.” I began begging him to help so I won’t loss that kind of opportunity. Emmy said the main thing was because I didn’t pay for the job application fee. I asked how much was the application fee. He told me it was N10,000. And I began wondering why and how people pay for job application fee! I didn’t want to lose that job. I told Emmy that I am a corper and I didn’t have that kind of money. He said he couldn’t do anything about it. I called Mr. Wene to tell him about the new development. Mr. Wene said he would get back to me so he could contact some executives. Few minutes later Mr. Wene called me. He said that I was even supposed to pay N20,000 that of his influence it was reduced to N10,000. He said I should try to pay the money, that that is how they do it. If not, I will lose the job. Na so I begin find money oo. The little money I had was not enough. I had to borrow more money from my colleagues to complete the N10,000 within 24 hours. After raising the money, I called Emmy. Na there the bobo come tell me say I go pay the money into their account so they would process it before I can come to their office. A colleague of mine going to Port Harcourt, I gave her the N10,000 to pay in to the account Emmy sent. It wasn’t even a company’s account number. It was a personal account number. After the payment, Emmy even called to confirm they have gotten the alert.

2 days later, Emmy called and said that I should come with my original documents to their office in Port Harcourt. He gave me the address which was located in Trans Amadi. Na so I the next day I dress wella come go trans Amadi axis, with the address Emmy gave to me. I looked for the company and the place but couldn’t find it. I asked people but everyone said they don’t know or even heard about the company. I tried calling Emmy’s number but it was telling me “the line was switched off.” I called Mr. Wene, same thing. Till date, their numbers had been switched off. It was all dawned on me that I had been duped. I came to realize that the I&Q company doesn’t exist. I even came to realize that I wasn’t the conly corper who fell for that kind of trap. So many corpers were victims of this kind of this fraud. I wanted to report the matter, Mr Wene to the community chief in in my PPA but I was told not to go because I am just a corper in that community and I might just been in danger. Couple of my friends were blaming me because I was so greedy and gullible. Truly I was gullible.

http://www.hovabuzz.com/frontline/1082-how-i-got-scammed-looking-for-a-supportive-job-as-a-corper

it's a welcome development.

let's wait and see

Better. I know Nigerians will be happy
. tired of uninstalling and notification of payments.

After a rough 2014, towards the ending, I got a very beautiful job in an oil firm in Port Harcourt. I was very happy. So I had to relocate from Ekiti to Port harcourt.

When I got to Port Harcourt, as time went on, I was adapting to my new environment. I joined a small church close to my house. I had the mind to serve the Lord who had giving me life and blessed me with a beautiful job. The church was about 100 in number. There I met Bro Caleb. He was the keyboardist and a vibrant worker of the church; part of the few qualities that made me like him. Because he was almost everywhere, making sure that some few things in the church were okay. All that made me like him. We became friends, but not close friends. Sometimes when am free from my job, we go to evangelism together.

This particular Friday morning, I was at my office when Bro Caleb called me that If I was chanced I can come around that evening to pay him a visit. Well I accepted the offer innocently since I had never visited his place. He had visited mine couple of times and I didn’t know where he was staying.

I closed from work and headed towards the address Bro Caleb gave to me. I got to the junction he gave to me. He was already there waiting for me. I had already called him I was on my way to his place. We met at the junction and he was already waiting for me. He took me and we went to his place. Bro Caleb’s place is nice. I commended him as I sat and he brought a bottle of malt for me to drink. I was drinking the malt as we chatted. It got to about 7:21pm, and it was getting late. I told him I was going as I stood up. He said I should still wait. But I told him I can’t, that I was so tired. And maybe I will come some other time. Na so he said “okay.” I stood up and went close to the door were my shoe was. I wore my shoe. He was at my back. As I was about to open the door to get out, a hand just held my shoulders and dragged me back with a force turning my face. I looked and it was Bro caleb. “what kind of stupid play was that?” I thought to myself. As I was about to voice my anger over the nonsense he did when he suddenly started smiling sheepishly. He started telling me that he was in love with me. I was so angry that pushed him out of the way to get out. He knelt down and held me. As I tried to force myself out of his presence, na so this guy stand up come block my way. I felt un easy at that moment as he became aggressive and locked the door. I felt he had an ulterior motive. Within some few seconds, my mind was just doing some calculations about what the guy was up to. But I felt he was upto some bad things. “And who sent me?” “If I am killed, how will I explain it to my God?” All that were couple of thoughts on my mind.

As I sensed that Bro Caleb was upto something as he was locking the door, I began screaming and shouting for help. He locked the door and was running fast towards me. I jumped untop of his bed and ran to another corner and was shouting and hitting my hand on the wall. I wanted anyone around to hear and come to my rescue. As he ran to where I was, I grabbed my bag from the bed and threw at him. The bag sef no do am anything. He caught up with me. I tried to slap him but he held my hands. I used my leg, knee to hit his scrotum. I was hitting his scrotum continuously until he felt the pain and just grabbed me. He lifted me up and hit me on the bed. I felt the pain on my head. I was still screaming for help but it seemed no one was coming to my rescue.

As I was on the bed, he was struggling to pin my legs down, hold my hands and stop me from shouting. He seemed confused. He doesn’t know how to do it. He held my shirt and dragged it forcefully to tear it. I was still screaming as he used his hand to cover my mouth. I used my leg and lifting to hit his scrotum again. He used his leg to pin my legs down. I struggled to use my hands to see if I could punch his manhood but couldn’t. Obviously there was a setback for him as there was no chance to penetrate since my legs had been pinned and it wasn’t open. He saw that one as a disadvantage for him. He began beating and cursing me. I was crying and still screaming. And it seemed I was losing my voice gradually. He lifted me up and turned my face to the ground. He was trying to penetrate through the back. As he was turning me to the ground, to pin my face to the ground so he could have his way. I didn’t know how managed, my hand hit the screen of the television set nearby the bed, and the screen got broken. I sensed that he became so annoyed that he punched my waist. I grabbed a debris of the shattered screen TV and swiped my hand and it hit his face. I had stabbed his face. Fear was all over me because he was getting more angry and my screams, no one was coming to help out. he began beating me. I was becoming weak as I screamed in a low tone. He dragged me out of the foam and began flogging me with a belt. Not until I began hearing knocks on the door. The knocks were coming harder. He had no choice. He had been caught.



Immediately the knocks on the door was becoming intense, he began shouting at me and screaming “thief, ole, you want to steal my phone.” The people outside were shouting for him to open the door for them to see the thief. He finally opened the door and about 4 people(3 men and a woman) came in. I began shouting that he wanted to rape me. He began shouting that I was his girlfriend and I wanted to steal his money. He was bleeding across his face. Immediately I stood up and went to were my bag to make was. I wanted to get my phone to make call. Na so Bro caleb rush me come throw me for ground. Na so the woman wey follow the men come begin shout for caleb. “Help ooo, he wants to rape me,” I shouted. Na there one of the guys come grab caleb comot. I picked up my phone and called a friend. As I was calling a friend, I was taking my bag and running out of the place. I called couple of friends who advised me to report the matter to the police. I called my pastor and he asked me to come see him. I went to him the next day and he said I shouldn’t report the matter to the police. All my friends were asking me to report the matter so bro caleb will be dealt with. But the pastor no gree. He was begging me to forgive. But I was really hurt due to the maltreatment I received from bro caleb; the beatings alone sent me to hospital. But all in all, I was grateful he didn’t succeed, he ended up having a scare on his face for the rest of his life because when I stabbed his face during that encounter, I made sure I did it so well that blood gushed out well. Next time, he won’t just mess with me. Bro Caleb is a beast in human form.

http://hovabuzz.com/frontline/1081-how-i-escaped-being-raped-by-a-beast-in-human-form

Okwori12:
for the screen printing, can i use any A4 paper or there's a particular type? thanks

. yes you can use the normal A4 paper

fF01:
Nice1 @onismate ori e fokasibe!

hahahaha.,

The name should have been "Airtel Ejiofor Asher" lolz...

tojahh:
Of course am in PH... I hope no be UC and Abisoko things we wan run o. Hehehehe



Anyway, here I am. Watagwan?

Yes ooo. e get one native doctor wey dey eleme. I want us to go their... hahahaha... lolz . Well am serving in Rivers and just wanted me and my guys to hang out .. in fact Adaobi will be there . Uchenna and Abisoko said they are coming.

Thank you very much everyone. I hope you will all support in my next story. !!! Any one in Ph ??

Author of this story is Christian C. Ozor.

Thank you very much, and i believe we all enjoyed the story!!!

Few hours later, it looked as if I would faint. I had already urinated on my body. The urine was a mixture of blood. Na there the guys wey dey inside the cell come dey shout make them come give me treatment. I was finally taken out of the cell to a place. I guessed they have an in house nurse abi na Doctor. They refused taking me out of the premises. A female doctor came to where I was placed. He was checking my body temperature. It looked as if I had started regaining my voice. I began pleading with the doctor to help me beg the officials to give me my phone so I could make calls. After much pleading, the doctor asked the police officers to give me my phone. The officers refused. Come see were the doctor com dey para for them. I began begging. I told them that I wasn’t feeling so well and I want to call my siblings to get me my drugs. After much pleading, they brought the phone and asked me who I want to call. They refused giving me the phone. Rather when I told them Ali, they dialed the number and placed it on speaker. Na there I tell Ali say dem don arrest me for Lagos. Before I fit explain finish, credit don finish. Ali called back. Though he couldn’t understand what I was saying because I never told him about Nuella’s case. He was not aware about my past so he sounded confused. One of the police woman there was kind enough to tell him the police station I was before the officers cut the call. Ali tried calling back but the police didn’t want to give the phone to me. They switched it off.

The doctor asked if I had taken any food, I told her I hadn’t. And seriously, I had not taken any food before leaving Ilorin. Na the woman send people go buy bread and butter for me. After eating, she injected me. I no know when sleep come carry me.

I woke up the next day. I wasn’t returned to the cell. I was placed on a small bed in a room in that premise. I was still not feeling healthy. I called on one of the officers to ask why I was arrested. He was part of the people that came to arrest me. The only thing he told me was “that when I get to court I will know why I was arrested.”

I was later returned back to the cell. I wasn’t feeling the cell at all. My appearance, the way I act sef. Even some of the inmates told the officers to come take me out of that place because I might die.

2 days later, one of the warders came to call me that someone wants to see me. They opened the cell and I came out. Na my friend Ali. I was happy that at least someone had come to bail me. But It was all dawned on me that I had been exposed. With the few minutes Ali was given to spend with me, I was able to be brief and explained what had happened when I came to Lagos and what transpired between I and Nuella. As we were there, Pastor sam and Nuella’s parents came in. It was there I got to know that it was the pastor that informed Nuella’s parents that I confessed I was a Yahoo yahoo boy. The Pastor tell them wetin I tell him. Na there my yansh come open for were Ali dey. I tried to defend myself as they accused me of killing Nuella for ritual. I began crying ooo. I was disappointed with the Pastor. I never believed he would go tell people what I told him. “Right from when I had been having these problems, Pastors have been conning me. Fake pastors.” I only came there for confession but ended up in police cell. Ali sef com dey disappointed in me, though I loved his maturity at that moment. He didn’t try to castigate me for not knowing all about the happenings in my life that moment. As I wept bitterly, Ali consoled me and assured me that he would try everything possible to get me out in no less than a week. I was bundled back into the cell.

As Ali had promised to help get me out within days. I waited for days; and days turned to weeks. Weeks turned months and I was still locked behind bars. What looked to me like a small issue that could just be settled turned into a big problem that I was asked to get a lawyer. Ali and friends, even the prayer group I rejected were all supportive. Infact the prayer group, I began accepting them. Ali will bring them from Ilorin to come and pray for us in the cell. Ali comes to see me once every 2 weeks. He will tell me how far he had gone for the settlement of the issue. Nuella’s parents were still being adamant. Dem no wan let go. At a time the lawyer Ali got was rejected and bail options turned down. Na so I stay for cell. Ali said the best option was to put in prayers and to still dialogue with the deceased parents.

As time went on, it looked as if my health was improving. I had almost forgotten that I came into the place with a serious health problem. But I was getting used to the place even though I didn’t like it. But my life seems to be changing for a positive.

5 months still in cell. One particular morning, I was called up that I had a visitor. “Who can the visitor be apart from Ali. Na so I follow come reach there. It was a shock who I saw, I couldn’t believe my eyes. That was Adaobi, Nuella’s friend that took my money away. Immediately she saw me, she wanted to hug me but the police officers blocked her. “With the stench from my body, my dirty clothes na im this girl wan hug me.” I had even forgotten everything that happened between us. Immediately the police moved away from blocking her, she hugged me. “Shey na your babe nih,” the officer said. She freed me and stared into my eyes with pity. Tears rolled down my eyes as we sat. “5 minutes ohh,” one of the officers said. I asked her where she had been all the while. She said she was in Enugu and had gotten a job at the Bank. She now works in a bank. Na there she come dey narrate wetin happen to her the time wey I give her money for her mama surgery. The police officer close by said the time was up and I need to be taken back into the cell. Na so Adaobi bring out N500 from her pulse come give them. Na so dem begin hail her for their come free me with her. Adaobi said that even the money I gave to her for the surgery, when they embarked on the first phase for her mother’s eye, after the surgery, her mom went blind immediately. Two weeks later she died. “Me sef come dey blame myself.” “The money wey I make for yahoo yahoo, I no use am do better thing.” People I gave to, the money didn’t solve their problems but rather led them into more problems, disaster.” Adaobi said they later left Lagos and moved to Enugu, she and her family. I told her that I later tried her number and it was no longer going through. I even came back to their place in Lagos and I was told they had moved out of the compound. “She said she lost her phone, and she wanted to contact me but after the burial of her mom, she was so devastated and heart broken. When she got a new phone, she didn’t retrieve the old mobile line back. She changed number and finally got a job at a new generation bank in Enugu.” After much talk about old time, she told me how she got to know about what happened. That it was one of Nuella’s siblings that called to tell her that I had been arrested because I used her sister for ritual. Na so tears rolled down my cheeks again. I told Adaobi that I never killed Nuella. She only came to visit me at Ibadan and we were on our way back to Abeokuta when the accident occurred. She said she believed me but she was highly disappointed in what I had done. “So I was into internet scam all those moment but I lied to them that I was into forex trading and online business.” Na so she begin blast me ooo. Adaobi wey dey play gentle and friendly as we dey talk come begin scold me. I even knelt down and asked to be forgiven for deceiving them. She said it’s only God that can forgive me and not her. I even ask that she help so I could be released. She said she had already gone to see the family (Nuella’s family) and releasing me was in the process. I was happy, after 5 months. So I go see outside. But she said that she was still begging the family to consider me. She encouraged me to remain hopeful and prayerful. I couldn’t tell her what I had gone through all those years but I had learnt my lessons. She left and I was taken back to the cell

That night, I had a dream. In that dream I was going on a journey. I got to the place and got what I wanted. As I was returning back, I saw flood, large pool of water on the way. I began wondering, “was it not the road I passed few minutes back? How come there was a massive flood covering the route.” Because when I was coming on the journey, there was no single flood there. It was a dry land. But as I come dey return, water come full everywhere. I stood there thinking of what to do and how to cross to the other side. But I noticed something; the water was drawing nearer to me as I stood. As I was moving back the water would be drawing towards me and was expanding. Before I knew what was happening, it was just like a mighty wave pushed the water towards me with a force and it began swallowing me. I was deep into the water. I began shouting and crying why I was experiencing all those. As the water was about covering me, I woke up. I was sweating profusely. I prayed.

I remained strong. I had accepted responsibilities for my actions and all I had done, and I had learnt my lessons.

2 months later, I was inside the cell when I was called to take my clothes because I would be released. I was so happy. When I came out of the cell, at the stand of the police, I met Adaobi and a lawyer with Nuella’s father. Looking at Nuella’s dad, he wasn’t happy at all. His eyes were red. I walked towards him and knelt down infront of him. As I was begging to let “by gone be by gone.” He asked me to stand. The police gave me a form to sign and even the lawyer. They said I was free. After everything, I came to realize that Adaobi had been working so hard to make my bail possible. She was even the one that got the lawyer. She said she had to plead with Nuella’s family to let go.

As we left the place after 7 months in the cell. The police sef no give me my phone and wallet. They said they don’t know where it is. I don already understand. Dem don sell those items. Adaobi had gotten a shirt and a trouser for me. She took me to one of the eatries. Na there bathroom I bath come change my cloth. I look my sef for mirror and realize that I had changed physically. But after the bath and wearing new clothes, I looked a bit better unlike when I looked tattered. We sat on one of the chairs as we ate. Adaobi asked if I knew why she fought for my release. I told her I didn’t know why. She said it wasn’t because I was not guilty but because I have a good heart. She tried to remind me what I did for her. The money I gave to them for their mother’s surgery. But unfortunately, their mother died. That single reason made her want to help because I didn’t really deserve help with so many atrocities I had committed. She encouraged me and asked me to come with her to Enugu that she would help me secure a job and admission. I had already told her that I was in FNG 2 (Final non graduating for second year running) and I missed the exams so there was no chance for me again in FUNAAB. If not for the 7 months in the cell, I would have written the 2 carryover courses and pass it. But as the thing be, I missed the exam so na “certificate of attendance” dem go issue to me.

Adaobi still insists that I come with her to Enugu, I should change environment. She said I should leave Ilorin. I told her I will think about it and get back to her. After chatting for some time, she wrote her phone number on paper and handed to me and she gave me N5,000 for my transport back to Ilorin.

I went to the motor park and went to a business center were I called Ali to tell him I had been released. He was so happy.

When I got to Ilorin, I told Ali all that happened and how Adaobi said I should relocate to Enugu. Ali encouraged me and said it was a good idea. He even said I should forget about the house I build in Ilorin. “Indeed he is right”. I wasn’t going to go back to the house I built. This was a new me. I was free. It looked as if heavy weight was lift off me. The house was old me which I built with dubious means. Ali began telling me that even the house had been deserted. My mom’s relative had left. He said he heard that 2 of them ran mad in that house and others had to run for their lives. And weed had taken over some sections of the house. I still insisted that I wasn’t going to go there. The house reminds me of past, weird and evil memories.

A month later, I took my things and moved to join Adaobi in Enugu. They had a family house which I stayed. Adaobi was planning for her marriage to her beloved man. She even introduced me to him. They were very supportive and helped me got a job as a clerical worker in one of the ministries. She even helped register and paid my school fees at the National open university (NOUN) were I gained admission to start all over again.

Few months later, I got a message on my whatsapp. When I checked it, it was from an international number. The message read;

“Guy how far, this nah Uchenna, U.C money. I dey Yanke now. Lets talk business”

Immediately I saw it, I checked the display picture and it was indeed Uchenna my former friend. I felt like replying but something said I should ignore it. I just ignored the message.

Two days later, another message came in from the number telling me he has business worth millions to discuss with me. Something in me told me it was a temptation and I shouldn’t yield in. I looked at the message for a while and deleted it. I removed the sim and destroyed it. I went and bought another sim with another number. “Gbadebo has truly changed. I didn’t want to go back to my old ways. I have a new life and a new me. All my mates we started together had gone far ahead of me; but I had learnt my lessons and moving forward to a better life and a better tomorrow.

This is my story, the true confession of a Funaab Yahoo Yahoo Boy.

<<<<< The End >>>>>

www.hovabuzz.com
FINAL EPISODE continues ......



I was feeling massive pain and becoming weaker that I couldn’t react and they stopped. I thought I was going to faint. Bruises all over my body. Two ushers came and drag me to one corner. The shirt I worn had badly torn due to the cane strokes. I guess they saw the way I was behaving and they got me locuzade boost and bread as they took me to one corner. Na so I begin cry. All parts of my body began aching me. I couldn’t even eat what was given to me. Immediately the usher left, I stood up and left the church. Thank God the gatemen were not at the gate. Na so I come out, call on okada man. Na so I find my way comot for their. When I got home, I was just staggering. The room door was open as I staggered into the room and on the floor. Ali was back. Ali started asking what happened to me. “See me, I no fit explain, tears rolled down my eyes.” I asked him to help me get my drugs near the bed. He got it for me. Na so Ali begin scream, “what happen nah, its it accident or?” There were blood stains on my shirt. I couldn’t answer all his numerous question. I didn’t know when I slept off.

It was when I woke up in the midnight, i started feeling hungry. I come dey demand for food. Thank God for the remaining rice wey remain, the one my friend Ali cooked. Na so I go pot carry the thing chop. The way I was behaving and the sounds I made woke him up. Na there I come explain wetin happen to me. Ali was terribly angry and asked for the men of God in the church to be arrested, but much of the blame was on me. Ali said I was a fool and too gullible to believe all the crap I was told by the church. “How can you cast out devil and demons by flogging someone!” Ali screamed at me. “Guy you fall my hand,” he repeated again.

Morning came and Ali took me to a nearby chemist for treatment. I no even get myself because the injuries on my back were much. The pastors that flogged me concentrated more on my back. All my eye come swear up. My lower lip swear up like kpomo. The cane still touch that side. “But part of me was still telling me that I was free after the cane flogging.” “Another part of me said I had collected 20 more heavy demons from the church into my life.”

What happened at the church made me look foolish. I was indeed gullible. Feeling that the strokes of cane would give me freedom but it wasn’t.

Days later, I was told that my house the family members were staying had become a shadow of itself. People had informed me that the family members chased away tenants and brought new ones. “Wetin I wan do?” with the way I was hearing they worship different kinds of deity in the house. I had too many problems on my head that I had less time to focus on the house issue. I was recovering from the physical bruises I got from the church deliverance, the strange headaches where not going. At a time when I spit, it would be a mixture of blood and saliva. What about the terrible dreams and nightmares. My life looked empty. I just felt like dyeing, that God should just take my life away. Ali encouraged me. He was still persuading me to come to their church. He was still inviting their church’s prayer group to come to the house to pray with me. But it seemed the prayers were not working at all. I just felt God doesn’t want to answer my prayers. I had made up my mind to tell Ali to stop his church’s prayer group from coming to the house to pray for me. The prayers no dey work.

This particular Saturday afternoon, I was laying on the bed when Ali came to meet me. He said one of their pastors saw in a vision that I was cursed. And my hands were tied and stained with evil works. He said that they (prayer group) said they will no longer be coming to the house to pray for me since I don’t want to confess all I had done in the past. “For my mind, I was relaxed a little because it seem the prayer group were wasting their time,” their prayers were not solving any of my problems. So make them stay their own. Na so Ali call me. He began narrating the history of our friendship, how we began. Himself believed what was wrong with me was not just ordinary. He began advising me that if I had any evil that I had done in the past, or I don kill person, make I confess. Na so I shout “Tufiakwa.” Say I never kill anybody before oo. “But what have you done in the past that is following you?” he asked. I kept silent for a while. He said I was hiding something from him. I told him I wasn’t. “Okay ooo” he said. He said he would not force me to speak.

Night came and I ate my food. There was electricity. I switched on the T.V and began watching.

I was walking on the streets of Ilorin when a military van from nowhere stopped infront of me. About 4 soldiers came off from the van. They grabbed me and threw me inside the van. I was shouting and screaming but they whined up the glass so no one could hear my shouts and cries. I began begging them to free me but they refused. They took me to an unknown river and dipped my head into the water. I was struggling to breathe as water entered through my nose and mouth. They brought out my head as I spilled water out of my mouth. I was begging them but dem no gree. Na so dem dip my head into the water again. They lifted up my head again. One of them asked to be given cutlass. They brought a cutlass to him. They tied me up like an animal to be used for sacrifice and placed me on the ground. I was begging but they just ignored me. They barely speak, but just torturing me. I even asked what I did but them no dey talk. The one with the cutlass lifted up his hand with the cutlass. As he was about hitting me the cutlass, I screamed. “What is that?” Ali shouted. “So it was a dream,” I said. Ali was looking at me like someone saying “no peace for the wicked.” I didn’t say anything and went back to sleep. Ali sef no ask me anything as he went back to him sleep. It looked as if I was alone in my problems.

In the morning, I picked up my phone. I was just playing with it and scrolling through my contacts when I saw the contact “Pator sam.” His number was still on my phone. Pastor Sam was the pastor I met at late Nuella’s place when I, Uchenna, and Abisoko went to settle with Nuella’s parents when they accused me of killing their daughter. He was the first person that put it to me that I needed deliverance because I was cursed. And he gave me his number then. I had almost forgotten it. “I had been running from so many pastors to another, yet no one fit deliver me. Some ate my money, others tortured me. Ali’s prayer group had told me couple of times that I was cursed.” Na so some talk but them no do anything. But no one apart from my former friends (Uchenna and Abisoko) were aware of what I had done in the secret. Ali had once told me that if I keep hiding it, one day it will still open and swallow me. “But how would Ali look at me after telling him everything I had done in the past?” “Telling him I had gone to several native doctors in the past.” I felt telling a distant person, confessing it to someone who was far away would be better. I imagined it, “if I come tell Ali and their church members, which kind eye dem go use dey look me.”

Many thoughts going through my mind while I was still staring at Pastor Sam’s name on my phone contact. I dialed the number and it said it was switched off.

The next day, I called Pastor Sam’s mobile number and it went through. When I introduced myself, at first he said he couldn’t remember who I was but after explaining much of our encounter the day he gave me his phone number, he remembered. He asked me where I was and I told him. After exchanging pleasantries, I told him I would love to see him. He asked me what I wanted to see him for. I told him it was really urgent and personal. He asked me to come to Lagos at his church office. He gave me the address.

Three days later, I was feeling weak but I still managed to travel to Lagos to meet Pastor Sam. I had earlier told Ali about my journey to Lagos. I only told him that I was going to visit a pastor friend of my late mom who asked me to come. Though he discouraged me from going due to my health status but I ignored it and went my way to Lagos. When I got to Lagos, I still called Pastor Sam to inform him I was getting closer. He still asked me to maintain the address he gave to me.

I got to the place and church Pastor Sam asked me to come to. It was a moderate size building which I presume can only accommodate 200 people. The church was painted green colour. I walked into the place because it was open. I met some people at the alter praying. I called Pastor Sam to inform him I was in the church. He asked me to wait because he was on his way to the church. I sat on a white chair in the church.

30 minutes later Pastor Sam arrived. He was surprise to see me. He asked me to follow him to his office. Na so I follow the man. He asked me couple of questions like what I was doing at that moment, if I had graduated. Well I told him. Finally, he asked why I wanted to see him. Na there I begin narrate story. I first reminded him of what he told me when we had an encounter at Nuella’s place. “That he said I was cursed and I needed deliverance.” “I narrated how I went into Yahoo yahoo business, the number of juju men I and my friends visited and the problems and challenges I was facing that moment. I even told him what transpired between I and the late Nuella, that I didn’t use her for money rituals as her parents had said.” After all I had said, he stood up and said he was coming and excused himself. He went out of the office. After like 10 minutes, he came back and sat on his chair. He said he had listened to all I have said. As he was still speaking, his phone rang. He picked it and told the person calling on the phone to come immediately, that he should hurry up. “Me sef, I come dey say abeg make the Pastor attend to me first before he begin do other things.” Pastor sam stood up again and said he was coming and left outside. This one I come begin wait for him, 5minutes pass, 10, 20 and the pastor was yet to return and I was still in his office. 35 minutes later, Pastor Sam returned and apologized for the distractions. He asked me to close my eyes, and I did. He prayed for me. After the prayers, he said before he would advise me and conduct deliverance for me, that I should go to the alter first and ask for forgiveness. I stood up and left his office and went to the alter to pray. After about 15 minutes, he sent someone to come and call me. Na so I stand come go back to Pastor office. I sat down. He asked me to wait that he was going to get something. Na so Pastor sam commot. I come begin wait. I was just hoping that we could finish on time so I could return to Ilorin that day. Sleep sef com carry me for the chair wey I dey. It was the opening of the door that woke me. The pastor walked in and called my name smiling. He sat down. Barely 3 minutes he came in, the door opened. Na 3 police people I come dey see. Before I knew what was happening, na heavy slap land for my face. One of the police men slapped me and I fell. ‘Health wise I wasn’t doing well, now this one!’ I was so weak after the slap that I was struggling to ask what I did. I lost my voice. I couldn’t understand what was really happening. While I was on the floor, the Pastor was telling them to take it easy on me. I tried to struggle but couldn’t. “Stand up,” one of the police officer shouted. Before I go even stand, one of them dragged me by the hand out of the Pastor’s office. As they dragged me out, i could see about 5 people. I managed to recognize one of them who happened to be Nuella’s father. They began raining curses at me, calling me murderer. The father said indeed he was right 3 years back when he said I killed his daughter Nuella and used her for my Yahoo yahoo rituals. I tried to explain but I had lost my voice. It looked as if the slap one of the police men gave to me affected my voice. Na so this people(police men) handcuff me come put me inside their van. I began crying because I never bargained for what I was seeing. “I didn’t know anyone in Lagos.” “What was really going on, I couldn’t understand.” I no even no anywere for Lagos. I was taking to a police station and stripped off my clothes. I tried telling them to allow me make calls to tell my relatives and friends where I was as I managed to speak. The police no gree. Dem just dey use slap scatter my face. They took me into a cell. “Oh lord have mercy. The scent, perfume, odour and smell coming out of that place. The smell was so bad that immediately I was pushed into the place, I began vomiting. There were 5 other people in the place. One of the inmates asked what was wrong with me. I was scared and thought they will beat me. I was so weak and felt tired.

to be continued.....

Here are more photos..

Lalasticlala you can do the needful

On the 28th of December, Dr Isaac Amankwe, a Canadian based medical Doctor assembled a team of doctors and a nurse. They went to Ughodu in Aniocha North local Government area of Delta state for a community service. They gave free medical services to indigenes of the community of Ugbodu. The medical team was led by Dr. Amankwe who is also from Ugbodu community. The other medical team are also distinguished persons from the community.
The medical community service lasted for 4 days with Free medical check-ups, drugs and other medical services were administered to the indigenes.
High rate of Hypertension was discovered and was treated. Deworming drugs were given to children. So many people with ulcers, diabetes and infections were also treated. Over 200 people were given medical attention and treated.
After the community service, the king of the Ugbodu community, Oloza Ayo Isinyemeze Ochie thanked the medical team and encouraged the development, hoping it will be a continuous process.
Well, it was a pleasure because my sister, Dora Ozor who was the only nurse was part of the medical team involved. She is also a nairalander. Here are couple of photos from the events.

http://www.hovabuzz.com/frontline/1078-dr-amankwe-takes-brings-medical-services-to-his-people

The last update dey make una laugh... lolz... thanks guys

Hello everyone, as we are gradually getting towards the end of the story, I just want to thank you all for your massive followership. i appreciate those who bought the story. it was a big encouragement, and I hope that my next story you will do the same too.
The author of this story still remains Christian C. Ozor.
follow on Twitter. @hovabuzz
Facebook ---@hovabuzz
Instagram ... @Ozorchristian
info@hovabuzz.com
onismate@gmail.com
08137831811 (WhatsApp)
www.hovabuzz.com
.
***And here is it.** If you have any business, small or big that you want to advertise on my site or in-between stories, feel free to contact me. Don't worry, its very cheap.
Thank you.

Na there he began advising me that I need deliverance.I needed to be delivered from oppression of the devil. He asked if I was willing to go through the deliverance session. I said providedit would end all the pains and iniquities of my life. He said that my own deliverance session will start the next day in the morning. That I should come prepared. He said I should come with six canes. “I began wondering what they would be using the canes for.” I guess the pastor saw the expression on my face. He said I shouldn’t be afraid, that the next day, the devil will leavemy life. And that we were going to be flogging the devil. We were goingto be flogging demons out of my life. Na so I talk “Okay ooo.” I believed that the next day would be the end of my travails. I was in happy mood that I had found solution to my problems. “Devil go here am. The devil is indeed finished.” “Pastor cele go deal with all those demons we dey fight my life.” I left the place happy.The next day, I came as early as 7am to the church. I just wanted thedeliverance to start up for the devil to be chased away out of my lives. I waited till the church was opened around 8:25am. By 9:20am, the pastor had arrived. They took me to their children auditorium. There were other people that came for deliverance too. All of us carrying 6 canes each. I was told my own deliverance session would start by 11am so I had to sit in the auditorium. They said they would beconducting the deliverance of everyone in that place.One of the members came with his bible to the pulpit and started a prayer session. As the prayers started, na so some of the memberswearing white garment began jumping again like drunk monkey, screaming “jah, jah, jah.” Na so people just dey fall. Even people that came for the deliverance were falling. I could recognize them because they were not wearing the white garment so I felt they were visitors and non-members that came for deliverance.At 10:15am, they called out one ladyand asked her to kneel and she did. They started praying for her. Suddenly the woman began jumping and shouting. The pastor asked them to get the 6 canes the woman brought. Na so pastor collect one of the cane come flog the woman. She screamed and shouted “Jesusssssssss”. Me sef come begin wonder why the pastor was flogging the woman. “Shey na so dem dey do the deliverance, withcane?” Na one wey pastor flog this woman she hala “Jesu Christi.” Other men and a woman of God with the pastor collected their own cane and began flogging the woman. The woman was rolling on the ground. As I was looking at it, I began wondering whether it was thecane each and every one of us brought they will use in flogging us. Chaiii, na so I look my cane as I carry the thing for hand. If it was what I was thinking! “Whether to just walk out of the church.” They use cane to conduct deliverance. That was why we were asked to get canes. I called one of the ushers and began asking her what was going on. Because I never still decode wetin dey happen. “Shey na cane una take dey do una deliverance?” I asked. She asked if it was my first time of coming to theplace and I told her “yes,” it was my first time. Na so this lady begin explain to me ooo, say na so them dey do their deliverance for there. He said they often flog out demons and evil spirits operating in people’slives. And I began wondering, “so na so this people go take flog me with cane?” Na so I look finish, I no be small pikin wey them fit just flog like that nah. I took my bible and leftthe church. As I was leaving out of the church, one of the men of God followed me outside. He began asking me why I was leaving. Na so I tell him say I no just understand, say na cane them wan flog me as deliverance. He looked at me as i said that. He said he doesn’t have much to say but if I work out of that place with my problems, that I won’twake up alive the next day. “He saidhe was seeing deaths around me and if I didn’t do that deliverance that day, my own was finished.” Theway the man was talking to me; the look on his face suggests I was truly in danger. Immediately he said those words to me, he turned around and went into the church. Na so I come dey fear ooo. “So na cane dem go take flog demons and problems comot from my life?” Part of me was telling me to go back intothe church so I would be free. The pastor had already told me that after the deliverance, the family members in my house would leave. Infact na run dem go take comot leave the house and out of my life. But another part of me was telling me I was sinking deeper into problems; and that place was not tobe. As I was busy contemplating on going back to the church or leave, one of the ushers came to me and encouraged me to take the pain and, “infact Jesus took worse.” According to the Bible. “But I no be Jesus na.” She said many people come from all over the word for the deliverance and after that, their livesdidn’t remain the same. As she saidthat, part of me said it was true, thatafter undergoing the deliverance session, my life won’t remain the same, it will turn out to be worse. Na so the usher come dey tell me say she don see say devil no want make I dey delivered. That’s why he’s putting doubts in my mind. Shebegan preaching the act of faith to me. I no know when I follow her enter inside church. I met them flogging another group of 2 people. They were 4 in number flogging the two men. “The sound of the strokes of canes were like thunder in my ears that I was so afraid.”Couple of minutes later, the Pastor pointed his hand to me to come forward. I came out. He asked me togo on my knees and I did. Na so the other 3 men of God gather around me come dey pray. I closed my eyesbut was also blinking to see when or if they will flog me because the usher said they might not flog me depending on how the pastor was led in the spirit. As I was kneeling and prayers being said, the pastor shouted at me to close my eyes very well or God will slap me. Na so I close my eyes. As I closed my eyes, it looked as if I was seeing oldwomen with cutlasses chasing me. Before I knew what was happening, a stroke of cane landed on back, ‘wiam.’ I didn’t know when I screamed “Yay, blood of Jesus.” Naso the strokes of cane begin hit me ooo. I was just shouting as I stood up and ran to one corner, the four men including the pastor followed me with the cane and was still flogging me. The pastor was shouting that the evil demon in me was too strong and stubborn. I didn’t know when I ran out of the church but the gate men stopped me and held me as if I was mad. I told them to leave me and they refused. I was struggling for them to leave me but they over powered me and took me into the church. “These guys think say I dey joke. I no want again!” I shouted. I began shouting that I don’t want the deliverance again. But not for them because the pastor said they were just starting. “We must destroy you stubborn demon,” the pastor was saying. Na so the gatemen pin me to the ground and pastor continued flogging me oo. I was feeling massive pain and becoming weakerthat I couldn’t react and they stopped. I thought I was going to faint. Bruises all over my body. Two ushers came and drag me to one corner. The shirt I worn had badly torn due to the cane strokes.


.<<<<< To be continued which will be the end>>>
******** my last update will be the end****

Two days later, I was feeling a little better. I went back to the hospital and still saw the Cele man of God I saw two days back. “It seemed theywere now turning the hospital into ahealing school or prayer ground.” The man of God of was laying hands on people with his deep Yoruba accent. As usual, mothers carrying their children to him for special laying of hands.I was just sitting on my own when the man of God came to me and shouted my name, “you Gbadebo Alaba,” as if we had met before. He spoke in Yoruba. I just dey look the man. He didn’t only mentioned my name but also called my matriculation number. He asked if he was right about my matriculationnumber. Na so I dey struggle to answer “yes.” Because I was shocked and surprised how he was able to know. I wondered maybe he knew me before. He said my mom died some months back and stated the cause of her death. He also saidthat family members had chased me out of the house I built. He asked if he was right and I said, “yes.” Na so everybody come dey shout, because he was saying it to everyone’s hearing. Na so fear come dey catch me ooo. “How the man take know all these things.” Hesaid I might think he knew me, but he doesn’t. That he was just a man of God that God had ministered about me. He said he would prove to me that God was the one ministering to him about me, “as if he knew I was still doubting.” Na so this man tell me the food wey I eat that money. He told me the rout I followed when I was coming to the hospital. And he asked if he was right? And I said “yes.” People wey dey hospital come dey shout ooo. He told me that seeing him today, all my problems were over. “I was still in shock.” I had heard that couple of times but was yet to see the reality. He said they would be having a program at their church the next day, that I should try and come. He said the program would be in the morning by 8:30am. I told him I would make it. Na so some women for their dey shout Halleluya, waving their hands as if itconcerned them.I was determined to get freedom and if going to the church would be the way out, I was ready even though I had little doubts on my mind.The next day, as early as 7am, I had already prepared and went to the white garment church through the address the man of God gave to me.When I got to the church, I met scanty place with few ushers. “I think say the man talk say them get program.” But everywhere was scanty. I asked one of the ushers what was going on and she said it was a deliverance program which would start by 8:30am. Time at that moment was 7:45am. Na so I begin wait. Some few people come dey come into the church. Many wore white and some on mufti. I guessed those of us on mufty were just first timers. At 8:30am, the population ofpeople in the church was up to 32. The singers began singing songs. “Ihad attended churches even thoughit has been long I attended one. But I have never attended a church like this one. The way they praised God, everyone was just jumping and screaming.” The screams and shouts were distracting me. It looked as if I was watching a movie.A woman close to me began jumping like a monkey. She nearly gave me a head butt as she was jumping like a monkey screaming “Jah Jehovah Armageddon.” Na so people just dey fall anyhow for ground. All those things began distracting me. Na all those people Icome dey look. As I dey look, na so somebody hit my shoulder from back. I turned to know who the person was. It was a woman. He said the pastor wants to see me. Naso I follow her comot. She carry me go one place. I guessed it was the children auditorium. The pastor was sitting on a chair with about 2 men and 3 women surrounding him.All wearing a white garment. As we walked in, the man of God asked meto seat. He called my name and saidI was welcome to their church. Na so I bowed in respect as he stretched his right hand for a hand shake. I gladly had a hand shake with him. He asked me to sit and I did. Others in the place sat down too. He asked me how I was doing and I told him I was doing fine. He asked if I was enjoying the church program. I told him “yes.” *for were!* me wey just they look peoplewey dey fall. He began to ask me series of questions concerning my background and family, in which I told him.
to be continued..

story continues....

Days past, I was looking slimmer. My eye balls were becoming whiter with my palms. I was noticing it andwas ready for anything, even if it was death. “I was tired of the life and sufferings I was going.” With what I was going through, I find it difficult to urinate. I vomit often. I had gone to about 2 hospitals and doctors couldn’t diagnose anything.The worse part of it, I got a call fromthe tenants staying at my place. They said my mom’s family members had threatened them out of the house. Infact they went ahead to bring a calved wooden figurine threatening them that if they didn’t leave the house, they all would die. Me sef come tire. I didn’t know what to do. At my very young age, going through all those kind of things. I was so tired of life. “My academics was still hanging with 2 courses still holding me. CGPA don drop drastically”. Na third class I dey. “My health was going down and I don’t just know if I was cursed!” I was still yet to tell Ali about my dubious means, my yahooyahoo dealings in the past. He was just seeing me as a humble innocent young man. Yes, that is what I am, but what I was, he doesn’t know. On several occasions, he had invited a prayer group from their church to pray for me.On one of the visits of the prayer group, one of the pastors said I wasthe cause of my problem. He said I should confess my sins, do restitution and I would be free from all the problems I was going through. “Infact he vividly said I hada covenant with the devil which had expired. The covenant requires renewing that’s why I was going through all that and if I didn’t renew it, it would cost me my life.” But I thought it to be a foolish decision. “Iam the only one (except Abisoko and Uchenna) who knew how I got the money to build house and other things I did. I was leaving a life of lies.” My friend Ali had asked me if Iwas hiding anything from him, but I told him, “none.” Denying all the pastor had said. To me, I didn’t believe all that the pastor had said. The ones I believed duped me. I andmy mom were conned. “It’s another avenue to be conned,” I thought to myself. But I was going down healthwise, physically. Life was becoming boring and vague to me. The once Gbadebo that was smart and intelligent, great dreams had become a shadow of himself.This particular Thursday, I was vomiting blood, Ali was not at home.He had traveled to Ibadan for some pressing issues. I felt weak. It looked as if I was going to die. I hadto manage myself and went to a nearby chemist shop. The woman said she can’t do anything for me, that I should go to the hospital. She had to beg her brother to help accompany me to the hospital. The brother agreed as we left for the hospital with his motorcycle. The boy sef no try. He just dropped me and helped me into the waiting corner whilehe left. I was seated at the place to see the doctor when a man who was wearing a white garment like celestial church member was jumping from corner to corner preaching and laying hands on people. He was accompanied by two ladies and a man, all wearing white garment. I guessed they were from a celestial church. Women were coming to him, bringing their children for the man of God to lay hands on them. He was speaking in Yoruba language. Some were like, “daddy you have not touch my child oooo.” “No be wetin I come for be this nah”I thought to myself. I had to call oneof the nurses who was busy directing the scenes of the man of God. She was carrying the cele manof God from place to places. I calledher to attend to me. Na so dem just ignore me. “Abi dem no know say my own na emergency case.”After many minutes of the Pastor with prayers, the doctors started attending to us. I was given an injection and some drugs. I began feeling very weak. I was asked to come back the next two days.

to be continued..

2 days later, I got a call from the landlord of the shopping complex where my mom had her shop. They said they had been trying my number for days and it was not going through. They said I should come and move her remaining things out of the place because the rent was due. I told them that I would come, that they should exercise patience. I was making arrangements if I could get someone that will take the properties at cheaper prices.After two weeks, I had finally gotten someone who said she wants to buy up the properties in my late mom’s shop. The woman called me while I went to meet her at her place. From there we went to the shop and met the shock of my life. The shop had already been taken bysomeone else. While properties inside were packed outside. Rain sef don beat the properties, clothes,chairs and other things. The thing pain me reach bone. I had to call theowner of the complex. She said it wasn’t her fault that they had already informed me but I refused to come pick up the stuffs so they had to pack them outside for the new occupier to move in. The interested buyer wasn’t pleased with some of the things she saw. After a targeted price I had placed on my mind. Na there price change oo because rain don spoil some of the things like provisions and eatable stuffs. The woman selected some few things she could. She come give me N100,000. I rejected it because what she took was way up to N1m and was giving me N100,000. She was saying that she doesn’t even need them, only that she just pitied me. She was even encouraging me to take the money because even if I didn’t, those things will stay there and rot away. Isaw some sense in what she was saying. But what she was offering me was way too low, “peanut.” My friend I came there with took me to a corner to advise me. He said I should ask the woman to just add small money on the N100,000. He said that if I refuse to give it to the woman, I may not see any other person that will buy the goods again. “Goods wey the former owner die.” “Naija wey we get funnysuperstitious believe.” I heeded to my friend’s advice and asked the woman to add some money on top of the N100,000 she offered considering that we didn’t even have reasonable stuffs inside the shop before my mom died. “My mom sef didn’t go to market for a period of 4 months before she died. Our shop was even getting empty sef then.” At first when I told the buyer to add more money to the oneshe offered, she refused but later added N5,000 to the N100,000. I collected it and went my way.Three days later, I started noticing that I was having burning sensations around my body. Each time I want to urinate, na mixture of blood and urine dey come out. “Chaiii, Another trouble.” My friend Ali I was staying in his place. He attends Mountain Of Fire ministries.Ali said I should follow him to their church to see his pastor. I refused. Idon tire to dey go pastor own. If I still go there, the small money wey I get, dem go still collect am from me. I totally refused to follow him go see his pastor.