The story continues, after my discussion with Bola, I knew for sure I was in a big mess, and needed a solution fast for things not to escalate beyond my control. Now, my brother is mad, my parents are sick, I do not have rest of mind and peace, and my greed has taken a toll on me. My only hope was, to every problem, there is a solution, so I thought. First I tried reaching Bola again to get more insight into what may be happening but all to no avail. I called her line almost 200 times but no one was picking the calls. Later that day, I had to go see her myself, on reaching there, my boss had taken over her home as both of them were in the house together, this made me angry and a fight broke out between my boss and I which left him injured. Seeing him lying almost lifeless, I ran for my dear life, leaving Bola behind.


For fear of what could happen to me, I decided to go stay in an hotel, thinking so much about my life and what could happen to me, while in that state of depression, I received a text me; “You are no longer part of our Big Boy Club, otherwise known as the blood brothers, the same blood that made you after you drank from it, same blood would hunt you”. I read it over and over again trying to make sense of it. Is this a Nollywood movie? I ask myself in regret; are these things really happening or am I just dreaming. I ran out into the street of Ghana close to my hotel shouting Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Help! Help for almost 30minute with those in front of me running for their life perceiving something bad may have happened. After I regain my senses, I discovered I was naked, in shock, I hid myself in the bush, but how do I pass the secretary in my Hotel without being seen naked and even the shame was too much for me to bear. I had to wait till past twelve that night before I started making it back to the hotel naked, along the way, I begged for clothe but no one gave to me until I had to steal from someone whose clothe where hung outside. Reaching the hotel, everyone was looking at me in surprise, and in shame I walked into my room. I tried to offer prayers to God that Night, which I did.


That night, in a dream I saw masquerade chasing and flogging me with people crying beside me, as I was about to be stabbed, I woke up sweating profusely, what a nightmare indeed, my thought now was to try to get my life to it former state, all the houses, cars never made any meaning to me again. I switched on my phones to see if anyone would call but no one. After a week, I decided to return back to levels (slang for work) since things seem to be calm. Since I could not return to my house, I had to stay in a Hotel until I solve my problems and am able to go back home to my sick parents.

After one month of working, and no pay, things became difficult, I barely had money on me so I had to just move back to my house and make things right. I took the bold move to go stay in my house, on reaching there, I saw something like egg tied with red pieces place in front of my house, seeing that, I could not enter, I called Bola, she informed me that my Boss is still alive and they are planning to kill me, and I must make plans to go back home, either to Lagos or Benin City with my parent. I decided to move back to Lagos that day since I cannot see my Parent.


The next day, I arrived Lagos, two days, later, I receive invitation from EFFCC asking me to come to their office as they have received document indicating I was involved in Fraud, knowing whom I am, I immediately decided to go stay with my friend so they do not come pick me up in my place. A week later, EFCC sealed all my properties in Lagos including my home, and place me on WANTED list. Knowing what could happen if I visit EFCC, I decided to go back to Ghana to prevent being caught.


Weeks later, I arrived Accra, and decided to visit a strong Juju priest that help most of the big Yahoo boys in cleansing, he told me if I was ready for the task, I said yes, anything to make me stay alive I was ready, he told me to bring one Ghana cedi, a shoe and shirt to begin the ritual which I did, after many incantations, he said, I must never get married or give my parent money when they are in need. I must always patronize young ladies giving them money and spending money in occasion and be ready to visit the shrine yearly for cleansing. Since I had no choice, I agreed to the terms, a week later, my parents became well and healthy, my work started paying again. Not too long, my boss called me, he told me I have just stepped into trouble by going to fortify myself and they are coming for me. Weeks later, EFCC called and told me to pay a certain amount to be free, which I did and things became almost normal. Indeed, I have found joy again, my family is well, money is coming, I am also now the boss of myself, and I am more fortified than ever.


Not too long, I discovered my boss had travel to India because of me as Bola explain, that it is either he dies or I die, since I have gone to fortify myself, he has to save his own skin, but brother, when two devils are fighting, nobody wins, that week, a call came that my club in Lagos was shot down indefinitely because someone was killed there, also my house in Lekki, caught fire mysteriously which no one could explain how it happened. Getting to know all this, I knew who was behind all this.

I left early in the morning to go visit the great Juju priest that help me, on arriving, he warned me never to visit his shrine again that my hands is too stained with blood, I should go seek for help elsewhere. So I ran with heaviness of heart to my home in Accra. On Arriving my home in Ghana, I discovered men in black and some in red standing in front of my home whom have already seen me, immediately, they ran after me, I tried all I could to escape but I was later caught. I was shot three times but their bullet could not penetrate, so they took me to a ritual den known as the home of the crocodile for slaughter. Right there in the den, I saw a lot of people putting on white in a queue after the veil were removed from my eyes. I was asked to join the queue which I did. I saw my boss, with Bola naked laughing and chanting in a language I did not understand, I notice that those that go out never came back, so fear gripped me, since I was not a Christian, I could not offer any prayers, so I just waited patiently for my turn to face my fate. When it got to my turn, I was taken outside, the spiritualist made some incantations, nothing happened, he made another incantation, and nothing happen. They called my boss outside to bring another person in, they made same incantation and a crocodile came out to devour the person, I was shocked to death as the scene was horrible and nothing to behold, he made another incantation, this time, the crocodile walked close to me, smelled me and went back into the river, the man then order they waste me.


They took me outside to a bush were Bola and my boss watch them use cutlasses to cut my back until I pass out, seeing that I was lifeless, they carried me and dumped me among some smelling corpses, I was still alive unknown to them but the smell from the corpses almost made me to vomit, I pretended until they left. After 10 hours there, Bola came to check on me to remove my body there where she discovered I was still alive, she immediate took me to her home where she tended to my wound and later took me to the hospital, after a month recovery, she paid for my fare back home to Benin City. On arriving Benin, I was almost half dead but happy to be alive today. I would have love to share more on how I was delivered in one of Nigerian biggest church but in all, my deliverance took me to selling all my properties and giving it all for charity which took me almost a year to do. This story is real, so not all that go to Ghana actually are doing the right thing, some are involve in rituals and cleansing.

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The story continues..................

After a talk with my boss, I felt my spirit left me, frustration set in, depression was much than I could bear, my heart shrink within me and I felt a cold sweat around my neck, the sharp pain in my chest render me uncomfortable, are you okay? He said, yes I am, I replied, and what would the broken pot cost? I asked again? He smiled at me and said he was just kidding and that he only wanted to scare me to see my reaction, what a relief for me, so I would not have to kill any person to make my money, my mood changed and I could smile again, when he saw that, he was happy for me and told me to join his friends over for dinner, I happily joined them, while we were eating, one of them whom seem to know more than them all said; you have eaten from one of us, when the time comes, we would also be happy to eat from you, really, I said no problem, I would be glad to offer you my meal any time any day, and they all laugh out loud. Funny, a JJC I was in the land of vultures.

That night, I slept like a baby and felt good about everything and my source of income, the next day, my boss told me that concerning the dreams I have been having, I need to see the Voodoo Priest to make a charm to remove them and to protect me, I agreed to go with him and on meeting him, he brought out something like a round chewing gum, and told me to put it in my mouth and go outside to call any of my clients and ask them anything I want, if it works, that means the dreams are gone, but if it doesn’t, we need to appease the shrine, I quickly went outside under a tree and made a call to the Indian Client I once had a deal with asking him about his current account balance, he quickly told me he was in a meeting and would call me back, I insisted he has one minute to talk or I forget him, I also called him stupid for giving me that answer, it was like a force I could not control, I felt aggression inside of me, immediate he told me he has just $1000 after he transferred his life savings to me the other time. Hearing that, I knew for once what I have gone into. I am already in the middle of a river with a boat only going one direction, going back is difficult.

After the test run, I ran back to my priest to tell him it worked, he gave me a pat on my back and brought a calabash outside, we would take an oath to seal this deal that you would not do anything to offend the shrine and obey it rules, at this point, with my friend standing by me, I could not offend him so I agreed to the blood oath. This was where my Life took a u-turn.

That night, I decided to pray as usual, after prayers, I went to bed, during the night, I saw masquerade pursuing me, flogging hell out of me, waking up, I saw marks on my body, other nights, same thing after my prayers, the days I do not pray, I slept well, this made me worried and decided to keep it to myself. Do I see a pastor to pray for me? No, I was not ready for all that in Ghana, so I decided not to be praying. I discover, I was not happy around people, most time, I just get moody.

Back to my work again, now with a new slogan, get rich or dye trying, I decided to take things a little higher, I dumped my girlfriend and decided to go after a Nigeria celebrity whom some of you would know, she ports between Lagos, Asaba, and have lots of political friends in Abuja, would really not like to say much about her, we started dating, I bought her an SUV and phone, she was so surprised and fell in love with me due to my fat wallet, I called her almost every day and most times when I see her on TV and my friends are around but Bola decided to stand her ground and chase her out, with the war between both of them, I decided to keep both, after all, I have the money. So, I decided to be see both of them secretly, most time I spent my time with the actress in Abuja or UK whom I help processed her Visa and help with shopping in UK.

My next work was about selling pure gold to an agent in Dubai, I met her on a social network where you find Dubai ladies, we started chatting and she fell in love during the transaction process as I posed as a prince, the deal was worth $10, 000, 000 which would be the biggest ever for me, I purchased a sample gold to send to her worth NGN7, 000, 000 to convinced her, risky you would say, but it is my game now, since we were two, we split the money, when my client saw it, she was so please and told us she would make a four time payment which we refused, due t her stubbornness, we decided to apply more chemistry (slang), with the chemistry involved, she agreed and wire the money to our Nigeria account because of the huge amount of cash, our bank clearing officer along with some EFCC agent were to share over $1, 000, 000 for the deal to go clean without any investigations, within just 6month, I was almost a billionaire, I am now topping my game.

I bought a Range Rover sports for my actress friend and also for Bola to make them happy. I sent some money home to my family and decided to spend the most in Lagos, clubbing, drinking and doing my club business, I later built a Mansion in Lekki, and to tell you, I was leaving my dream. People around me wonder how I got so much money and cars and so many came for help.

It was like money control everything for me; I slept with most of the top bankers and marketer sent by companies for me to do business with them. I was invincible until my boss called me for another brotherhood re-union. I was so happy to meet them again as I am more than rich. Back in Ghana, the strangest thing happen, I dreamt about the goat again, this time, I ran after it, caught it and killed it and called my friends to eat from it and immediately woke with my heart panting far. Next day during the re-union, while we were eating together, they told me, it is my time to pay for the next meal, so I brought out money from my wallet, instead they said it is not all about money, I have to use blood, I asked them I cannot pay anything with blood, they laughed and reminded me about the oath, and my senses came all back to me, what have I done with my hands. I told them I had to go and think about everything and my boss told me I cannot hide or run away, I must fulfill my promise. Hmmm…

On getting home, they called me from home that my mom and dad are sick and they needed money for treatment, hearing that, I was shocked to death, hope this people would not temper with my father and mother, if they do, I would kill them all as I did not bargain for that. I only told them I needed money not to kill persons I loved. What a tragedy indeed. I kept on sending money for months but they were not responding to treatment up to the extent I had to sell one of my house and still same old story, what do I do, then I received a call from my Boss, whom have been quiet about the issue all this time to go home and see my family, I felt it was a good advice but fortunately, Bola was in the meeting they had while she was serving them drinks and entertaining them, she told their plot and why they have done it that way, if I travel to see them, if my mother and dad see me, they are gone forever, he told me I must not travel home that the only way was to break the deals and connection with them and go home, how is that possible? I asked her, before I could get an answered, the phone cut. How do I save my mum and dad? How do I set myself free from all this? I write part five.

Thank to everyone that read my diary, I am now writing the part three of this diary, not long after my dinner with my friends, I could not sleep that night, what did my friends met by saying I have eaten from their pot, or I killing someone in my dream. Three day already I have not being able to do anything, sleep or even work; I was scared to even close my eyes. With a heavy heart I called my boss that introduced me to the work, whom also I am living with to explain clearly to me but his reply was simple: Are you a Man? If you so, wait and see first before even worrying yourself. After our discussion, he gave me something to drink and I was able to sleep that night, waking up, I decided to focus my mind on other things.

My next line of work was about dating (Come and Marry), I created a brand new page on Facebook, Skype account (old Skype Software Used that allows you to search for accounts) as a US Captain embarking on a voyage with destination to Africa, my job was to fool the ladies into thinking I was a real captain. I was given the name to use, the captain's video showing him on Skype chatting and even a video of his kids coming to see him chat, how they got this fake and compelling video that works with Skype I do not know, the video comes in handy when your lady ask for live chat.

I started well and after a month, I got a French lady that was into me, we chatted and discussed for another one month were I ask her to send me money due to problems I encountered with my ship, she later sent $10, 000. With excitement, I and my boss split the money in Ghana, I immediately sent NGN300k back home to my father, again I was dancing a new song, in the club that night, I met a lady by the name Bola, that night, we made love and she told me she had never met anyone that took her to that mood before. She also professed love to me, I was astonished as never in my life have I dated a lady so endowed as her; I can say for sure, she had everything.

The next day we drove home and she later found out I am into levels (Slang), she called me to be careful as I am on a dangerous path, she also told me secret things about my boss, but the money was so much to think about anything, don't worry, I told her. Later that night, I dream of a goat walking into my compound in Ghana, in the dream, I ran after the Goat and as I was about killing it, I woke up sweating profusely. In fear, I ran to my boss and woke him up about my dream, he congratulated me and told me I do not need those dating again, that the dream met I have been chosen and have the ability to command people to do what I want. He then ordered me to call the woman from France that Night which I did. Firstly, I asked her what was her account balance, shocking she told me, I then commanded her to go and pay half of it the next day, shocking, NGN15 Million was paid to my account via western union transfer. I was more than happy little did I know I have been officially welcomed into Yahoo plus, and even sign the contract with my actions. With that money I became the talk of the town, the next day, I travelled to Lagos, I was clubbing with celebrities, spending over 300k in a sitting, sleeping with white hooker whom I paid NGN150k per night, whenever I entered a club or place, I was called babaooo!!!

This Life, I do not want to stop, even while in Lagos, I called my French Job and told her to send me another money of about NGN5 Million which she did without stories, I was more than rich, I later had my own club in Lagos, Lekki area. My yahoo business was actually paying well, there was prosperity in my family, even my girlfriend was happy and we were doing well.

That same year in Ghana, after my stay in Lagos, I and my boss went for more training on Craiglist, Alibaba and parcel tracking job which became another big deal for us. With my gift of command and my boss with the brain, we were undefeatable, I was a role model in my society, and I was also to reckoned with when it comes to success in my field of study as a cover up. During our job on one of the Craiglist, serving as a fake real estate agent, my boss got an Indian Client, with my commanding power, I told him to send me $5, 000 , 000 dollar to acquire an apartment in US, which the man refused. So shocked why he was able to resist my power, I was told to meet the Voodoo Priest in Ghana, when I met him, he told me some dark spirit were after my life, that I have to go home and slap a dog in Nigeria to release the spirit into it and I should never slap anyone else. Easy that was I thought, on arriving Nigeria, Edo State, I went to my hometown in Uselu, surprisingly, whenever dog saw me, they started running, even the dog in my compound ran when it saw me, I even told my family to buy a dog for me and chain it, how the dog got out of the chain and ran when it saw me, I do not know.

Weeks after weeks, I could not find a dog to slap. After a month, I and my elder brother got into argument, and during the process, I slap me, Immediately, he ran mad and just a few minutes later, my boss called me the man has paid $2, 000, 000 million dollars as part payment.

Immediately, I started crying, I could not explain what happen to my parent, how my brother got mad, so I would not be called names, the next day I was off to Ghana to seek spiritual guidance about how my brother could be cured. In the midst of this entire trauma, the money was not on my mind. On arriving in Ghana, my friend was happy but I was crying deep down in me. Was my brother the goat? Is he going to die? This were the questions that bothered me, little did I know I was actually just stepping into the fire.

After the money was shared, I bought a house for Bola in Lagos and a brand new car, she was the biggest among her mates, for month, I was spending money in Lagos, bought a house in Lagos which Bola and I lived in. While in the mansion, I sent money for my dad to buy a house for himself, I was also told to start training my own boy in the business. This life was sweet even with the fact my brother was mad. While in Lagos, I was told to come back to Ghana for re-union and possibly make more money from Alibaba using our luck charm, other not in our group come to Ghana and suffer for year only to live with nothing, some make up 1 Million and later become broke. On arriving Ghana, that night, I was so tired and decided to sleep, then I dream again, in dream, I saw the same goat but this time, I ran after it and caught it and immediately woke up in shock.

This time, my boss asked me the next day if I had caught the goat, shocking, I said how did he know my dream, he then told me, my pot was broken in the Voodoo shrine and I would have to replace it. In fear, I asked how much it was; he laughed and told me it is about blood not money. What blood I asked, he laughed and laughed, in parable he said, it is about time he stop carrying the child he have being hunting for and the child become man and carry his own responsibility of brotherhood. Now, I was shocked and shaking in fear, which blood was I to pay with, I have been making so much money but no one told me about blood! In pains I write part four of my diary.

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I rush to the park so early ready to get to my home, after what I have seen, my mind was not at rest, I was troubled, in distressed I enter one of the cheapest park in Lagos as I had no money in my pocket, in the bus, I taught about the disgrace of going back home so abruptly with nothing to show for all the time I spent in Lagos, what would people say, I thought what a country Nigeria, a first class graduate can not even fend for himself, see what my country have turn me into, while I was thinking, one of the passenger close to me received a call from Ghana talking about so much money and how they are looking for person to work with, at first, I was scared of asking the guy "how far bro", is this another opportunity, I thought, but I finally open up to him concerning my condition and begged him to help search for any job for me, anywhere even in the Ghana he mentioned.

He immediately told me yes, that he can helped and asked me to follow him to his hotel so we can talk more about the job he wants to offer me, an hungry man is an angry man they say, I followed him that day and he paid for an hotel room for me where I stayed for one week close to his own room. During the one week period I stayed, he paid all my bills including organizing young ladies for me, we discuss about making money in Ghana, he promised to show me all the processes on how to make money as a yahoo boy that would not involve human blood. I was eager already, can not wait to make money on my own. I waited so dearly for the day I would go to Ghana and make money. Really love the guys that have gone there and how they make mega cash as soon as they come back to Nigeria.

Finally the day came, off to Accra, Ghana, my dreams were coming true. What a lovely city and fresh air. I so much love the place here, beautiful women and lovely people. As soon as we settle into an hotel opposite a beach, we went to get food where I tasted Banku, Kenkey for the first time. So much fun but we had to get to work. After weeks of enjoyment and clubbing, my friend gave me the tools to start and told me my first job, he told me we would have to work together so I can learn the process very well, the job entails that I pose as a contractor from US that is working in NNPC Nigeria, while he would act as the supplier working with me, the white contractor in NNPC, he gave me all the official documents I needed to present and how to work out the process which I would show later in this diary.

After 2 weeks of harvesting emails and blasting the inbox of whites living abroad, we got our first mugu or do I say client, a white man from the country Tunisia named Mr. Lippo, he was very eager and interested in our offer, I discuss with him over phone using foreign accent and what and what he would need to send to us.

After one month of follow up, he was billed 6 million Naira which he had to wire to us, he at first refused sending the money to me but when my friend discuss with him, he decided to pay, my friend later told me that for the project to sail through, we needed to go see a Voodo master in Accra, at first, I refused but later decided to give it a try, he told me once mastered, I would be able to control white men as puppet without having to kill anyone.

We got to the Voodoo master shrine and I got initiated with a tattoo in my right hand, there, I was introduced to other members in the cult, I saw so many Nigerians, some whom have so much money but little did I know what I was going into. After the initiation, I was told to sleep with a Ghanian virgin which I did joyously as my spirit moved me to do so, in partying mood I departed the shrine back to my hotel room in Ghana.

The next morning, I called Mr. Lippo for the money and like charm, he simply reply "I would send the cash gladly sir". Not long from that time, he sent the 6 million to my account, for the first time in my life, I saw a million in my account. I called my friend in Ghana to tell him the good news, he later took 3.5 million Naira and gave me the rest. With joy in my heart I ran to the street dancing crazily, I called all my friends, my mum, brother and told them not to worry about money because I am now a rich man. If I have up to 10 Mugu, that would be 35 Million Naira..How can I work that in a lifetime. Yahoo Yahoo is sweet so I said then.

I taught about the car I would buy, should I go for Camry or ML? Should I buy a land in my home town? This money is so sweet, so easy to make, just by telling a lie that I would transfer the cargo intended in NNPC from Iketo to Ebutte Metta would cost 6 million to Mr. Lippo, I made millions, what job can pay like that, not even an NNPC staff can earn that high, not even a government contract can pay that high, smartness my friend paid me that money.

In joy, I plan my return to Nigeria to show to my town that I am now rich little did I know that that was just the beginning. That month, I arrived Nigeria and stopped at Lagos to get a Toyota Camry for NGN800k before moving to see my family in Edo State, on arrival, I was well welcomed, I bought a land for 1.2 million in my home town and my dad was so much impressed, I gave my dad NGN200k and he almost jump and dance the roof down. Because of poverty, he could not ask the source of the money, how could he, when the roof of my father house is leaking.

Left with NGN220k in my pocket, I decided to stay for just a week to make things count and create an impression that I have so much money, I party with my friends, womanize, buy wines and drinks for them everyday and drove back home, I became a role model to my society and family, one to speak of when it come to success, my name became the youngest Ghana Burger, women tripping my hotel room just like a celebrity, in so much fun, I prepare my return trip to Ghana after deceiving many with money. Never before has any bank manager called me, they even arranged one of their staff for my to sleep with....money my brother is sweet in Nigeria not to say the list.

Back now in Ghana, I told my friends all about my achievement in Nigeria and they all smiled, welcome to the club they said, this is just the beginning for you if you can cross the bridge and become hardworking. I told them thanks. I was invited to a dinner that evening. We got there early along with two other members of the cult I had never seen, we talked about our individual success until one of them said something significant, now that you have eaten from our pot, it is time for us to eat from your pot, I asked what pot, my friend smiled, you would see it in your dream, you must killed the person in your pot for us to eat....in pains I write part three.

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I write this diary to remind people of the things our young youth are doing, not just me. We are all prone to this as Nigeria is getting tougher, our Government complains there is not enough money but they keep looting billions and sending oversee. No job, no money, at the age of 35yrs, what do I do? I finish from Uniben not bad with a first class, Department of Engineering and hail from Edo State, I am a regular guy just like you.

After I finished from the university, for 6yrs, I had no jobs, I applied as a primary school teacher being paid NGN8,500 monthly, not enough for my tee fare left alone feeding, frustration became me. In my frustration, I left the job and decided to work in a cafe. While working in the cafe, I gained lots of experience of using the internet but that actually was the beginning of my glory or do I see doom.

In the cafe, I meant Oyeanka, a big time yahoo boy whom owns many cars and spends cash as though he never lacks. I approach him and he laughed, with a smile he said, do you want to make money. I said yes, he later asked me to join him on a trip to Lagos later that year so we could work together. I was happy as favor has found me, finally, I have a job and this time, the job that would make me millions of cash and all my problems of money would be gone forever. I traveled with him to Lagos so we could work together, when I got there, he gave me a Laptop, Modem and he taught me how to extract mails and how to send them to lots of people abroad, I asked; what for, he reply; just keep working. So I started harvesting email ready to move to the next phase.

After I finished with the mails, he called me to a meeting, in the meeting, he said I would act as one captain or a sailor, and that I would start using Skype Messenger to trick white women into believing I am a sailor and that they would pay handsomely for the bait. I accepted and started the work, my first encounter was with Linda whom fell in love with me the first time we talked on Skype, but she did not really know me as the Skype camera I use was faked, after months, I asked her for payment but she refused, I told her our ship got wrecked close to Nigeria and I needed money to get back to the US and would pay her back. After so many failed attempts, I approach my boss who then told me the real secret.

He said I needed to clean setbacks from my life by going to see a goddess in Lagos, Madam Virginia, a fair woman with long hair. When I met Virginia, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, she is a goddess to behold, my friend introduced me to her and she called me to discuss with her in her room. In the room, she told me all I needed to make money was to enter into a blood oath by us sharing blood in a calabash, she said we needed to do that so she would feel protected and that after that, I must be ready to sleep with her when the time demand and that was all. With goose pimple all over my body, I could not alter a word, I told her I would think about it, her aura was all over me, she then kiss me, as soon as she did that, I fainted and woke up in my friends place. 10 minutes later from that time I got a phone call from a friend in South Africa telling me about his success, time in SA and promise to send $500 which he later sent.

Linda from US called me again after so many months asking if I still needed the money I asked her which she later paid $12, 000 into my account and she professed love to me, promise to buy me property in Abuja and Lekki. I was astound, I knew for sure how those money came but I never gave my consent, I could not spend the money. The only thing on my mind was what is going on in my life. While all those was going down, Virginia asked for me which I dash to go asked her if she was involved in it. She told me if I had met success, I said yes but how, she said it because of the kiss and that once I go into her, I would find even greater treasure and poverty for me would be a thing of the past.

Instantly I told her I would not need that kind of wealth, she became furious and said their is no turning back seen I have known her dwelling place, that the only way out was for me to sleep with her or the worse would happen to me. She said after that I am free to think or do what ever pleases me. I asked if there is no other way for her to forgive me, she later agreed for me to refund all the money I received after her kissing me. With a smile, I refunded all the cash and my life was back to order, my friend drove me out of his place, with frustration I hit the road heading for my home. But I ran into another yahoo boy, this time, a Ghana Burger... I am going to write Part 2.

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http://www.clarkegilbert.com/2013/08/diary-of-nigeria-yahoo-boy-part-one.html