Another short update because I’m busy till around noon today

Baba how far how e dey be na? He couldn’t talk, now my inside person Osa, was out and about in and out like that, attending to Baba’s very visible wounds. If i will imagine or envision it, e be like say na Spiritual Dss come beat baba e sure me die wattafurk he laid motionless on the bed and only rolled his eyes about. They beat him and the pain didn’t go numb, the cuts as a result of the beating was sizzling. Thereby causing him more pain. Only me come dey tell am sorry. On his pain Bed, i informed him that the beatings he took. As a result, and ad expected, and as usual, them bring plenty money gimmie. And me i wan go town go spend money. As i made to go to the door, Baba stretched out his hand and gesturing for me no to leave him. I’m sure in his temporal dumbness, he’d be wondering how i beat him at his own game. Baba don forget say, Blood money and clean money looks the same on the hands. The money wey dey hand fit buy anybody. But not anything.

Na so i enter town, mix with them Og’s, as i dey spend money for town, Baba wound dey commot Magot for coven.

Nxt.

Mehn you do baba strong thing sha

Boss i dey reason make u find 1 banny givem belle..at least if u die u don make up be dat

Who go put me through for this game i want to learn, If you dont know me dont come after me for my reply to this thread thank you. Nigeria hard.

Anticipating

Oboy eeeeeeee ....


E don red for Baba again oooo....

Dodoatirice now wey u don get new ally Abegggggg come feed us more updates make suspense no kill us ...

Nice job i must confess

Baba in Tha mud

I spend money pa,
Emi omo Beeza Beeza,
Emi omo ask for one i give you two Baby
We don’t drink shit gang.

I spend money finish that night, i come dey my house, 2 days later naim the boy call me say Baba found out he was the one that fave me small chip intel about how to avert. The boy was speaking frantically, Baba put poison in his food, he found out quicker and reacted quicker by neutralizing it. He’d escape through the night and before he’d ask me the golden question, i told him to stay put wherever he was, took location and rode to pick him up. I carry the boy come my house then the war began. I didn’t plan war for Baba, but the boy saw that Baba wanted to kill him and he was very very furious. Then he chosed a room in the bits quarters of my apartment and his own shrine began. It was a ‘bloody house’ anyway and i lived there alone.
My best bet was That Baba would think the boy had died somewhere and he’d be looking for his body through trails. Or he probably knew the boy bailed but wouldn’t make it far. But the nigga was in my apartment summoning his own spirits. Then the guy override Baba’s standings over me. He became the knew Agba Awo and Because Baba had no feet and i had. His occultic group would have to have replaced the boy with him in the fold and no stories were asked. He’s a fortified member and he’d make up the numbers and complete the fold. Baba’s dynasty had ended, the spirits would leave his coven, and he won’t have any right to command them anymore or answer to them or anything. He’d be Banished from the coven too But the advantage was, but it was his home, the one he built.but time would pass and I’d come to understand that Osa was a power drunk dude. I curse the day i gave him a lift in my car.

Next op...

dodoatirice:
but time would pass and I’d come to understand that Osa was a power drunk dude. I curse the day i gave him a lift in my car.

Lol...

You never Hala...

Ege!!! ...

From frying pan(Baba) to Fire ....

Life no just balance

I con dey feel for baba o

Dodo wey sweet pass dodo.
Dodo with the block buster.
Ur head dey there dodoatirice

This story too get twist and turns yet it keeps me wanting more updates. It's a bang!
One of the few interesting reads in recent time.

From one wahala to another.

dodoatirice:
I spend money pa,
Emi omo Beeza Beeza,
Emi omo ask for one i give you two Baby
We don’t drink shit gang.

I spend money finish that night, i come dey my house, 2 days later naim the boy call me say Baba found out he was the one that fave me small chip intel about how to avert. The boy was speaking frantically, Baba put poison in his food, he found out quicker and reacted quicker by neutralizing it. He’d escape through the night and before he’d ask me the golden question, i told him to stay put wherever he was, took location and rode to pick him up. I carry the boy come my house then the war began. I didn’t plan war for Baba, but the boy saw that Baba wanted to kill him and he was very very furious. Then he chosed a room in the bits quarters of my apartment and his own shrine began. It was a ‘bloody house’ anyway and i lived there alone.
My best bet was That Baba would think the boy had died somewhere and he’d be looking for his body through trails. Or he probably knew the boy bailed but wouldn’t make it far. But the nigga was in my apartment summoning his own spirits. Then the guy override Baba’s standings over me. He became the knew Agba Awo and Because Baba had no feet and i had. His occultic group would have to have replaced the boy with him in the fold and no stories were asked. He’s a fortified member and he’d make up the numbers and complete the fold. Baba’s dynasty had ended, the spirits would leave his coven, and he won’t have any right to command them anymore or answer to them or anything. He’d be Banished from the coven too But the advantage was, but it was his home, the one he built.but time would pass and I’d come to understand that Osa was a power drunk dude. I curse the day i gave him a lift in my car.

dis one na double wahala o!

So ejust be like say, i moved from Civilian regime to a very strict military regime. St first, he started out good, he’d precisely told me the things the spirits wanted and even went as far as helping me run around for resources and in the first few months of working for me as Baba, I didn’t have issues with the spirits, he unlike Baba knew how to pacify the Gods even when i failed or needed to buy more time or extend a particular time. But money, the same water wey fish dey take live na him dey cook am make e for done. No be matter of trust Bros, na life!! Same as the same money wey i take use buy the boy mind naim come enter the boy head. Person wey never sleep for hotel for e life, i carry am dey put for Eko hotels, if i go abk, i go lodge am for Obasanjor presidential lodge Abeokuta. Too top hotels for Lagos abi wherever i went to because he always went with me. I enjoyed those periods that he was very grounded. And i noor blame am, a juss devil way. I mean, person wey dey chop sour fufu with very very unfacsinating okro soup that looked like the poop of the gods after digesting whatever was offered to them. I exposed him to the life ge never dreamed of at that point. From sour fufu to bouquet meals throughout the day. Lord gin at the Shrine to Vsop and ace of spades bottle, rags to double denin outfits with cool white spotless Nikey shoes. And he even billed me for ever session. And i paid him in full. So asides my own money, he made money from me. Na the day wey e check him bank balance wey e seey like fifty million from all the money wey e don save. Na hin i beleieve say him werey start. But i go talk about the boy good side and wetin him do for me wey sweet me even though na still ritual.

Albino blood ritual.
I sacrificed two Albino beings.

In the first 3 months, one of the very first thing this guy took on. Was to appease the Spirits to cancel the old regime and accept the new regime and restart with nee ways. New evil ways i thought. Then we suddenly needed two albino beings. Contact was made, pickup was made m, and that night we had two albinos for a price that cost me several millions. Even science man go tell you say, work pass work, soap pass soap, Ajoo pass ajoo. The work wey dem do for you wey carry five hundred k come e go pass the work wey dem go do for person wey carry sixty thousand come. So it was understandable. We then drove to Abeokuta with the albinos spiritually numb. We put them in the car undistressed but they were transfixed and just sat there. And as usual, feds no dey road. We left early. The place tgat we took this Albino girls to, how the Osa guy take know the place me sef i foor. We drove off road away from the Abeokuta south civilization.. thank Devil i cane in an SuV and got to somewhere that looked like an old shrine. No one was there of course and by the look of the place. I giess it was a shrine for money rituals. From the things that scatter education about on the floor there and the place now looked deserted. It suddenly felt cringing.
Then we brought the albino girls to the shrine, two of them knelt in front of a stone that i knee was the devil stone, Osa seperated both girls, had me strip to my unclothedness , knelt down in the center of the shrine, then he alined one of them on the floor like you’d do an Ileya ram that was about being slaughtered. He provided his own piece of shiny axe.. axe up and down. Choit like that a blood tap ensued, the head didn’t cut in one axe swoop by the way, 3 times axe swinging did it, and as soon as the head got severed from the body, osa put it over my head and let the blood for a torrents of rain over my head as blood came running down my head till i was drenched. He set the head on my balms and let me hold it. I swear. The eyes of the albino was fixed on me in a way that it was soul piercing. I was going to drop it, I didn’t like the feel of the severed neck on my palms, it felt awkward, really awkward. The he yanked it away from my palms all of a a sudden, then set the head aside in a black pot and cover it with another black pot, make a fire and set the pot on the fire. The other albino, na that one we take do money. Osa digged a grave and buried that one alive. The results would be massive he said.

Omo, this story just be like real life matter 8

Nawaooo....

Dis one loud ooooo

Happy xmas eve to you all

AyotossFund:
Omo, this story just be like real life matter 8

nor be lie bro

@Dodoatirice
Is babalawo different from ifa ? Do they both do the money ritual thing for intrested people ?
How will you rate the religious belief of Nigeria's according to your exposure and research dedicated to writing this lovely story of yours?
Asking for educational research purpose.

Holla911:
@Dodoatirice
Is babalawo different from ifa ? Do they both do the money ritual thing for intrested people ?
How will you rate the religious belief of Nigeria's according to your exposure and research dedicated to writing this lovely story of yours?
Asking for educational research purpose.

IFA is a tradition, a movement, A belief, a religion. That’s why you have (Ifa Worshippers)

A Babalawo can be described as the mouth piece of the gods.. Baba, Awo!! But these days, the Baba Alawos that we have are now using the aforementioned name to cover their evil ways. Person wey dey do money ritual na evil person but they’d called themselves ‘Baba Alawo’

How I wish I could share this story to lots of people, this is an eye opener I swear

From fowl to human lives, omo

thanks for the update, why did he use albino instead of others?

Bukolaberry:
thanks for the update, why did he use albino instead of others?

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The spirits wanted a different type of meal, Osa wanted me to make a different type of cash out. Large one. So one albino or the gods and one albino for the owo ojiji. Gbemu!! Money wey hot.

The Albino head that he put on the fireplace cover with pots, he made sure he burnt it till it became black powder. Obviously he just had to burn it. We stayed through the night, the morning after, the head in the pot at burned to a satisfactory level to him, i knelt again in the center of the shrine, he then sprinkled water from a calabash in my palm and asked me to be a man. Oya na. He removed the pot from the blazing heat that cooked the contents in the pot and put it in my hands. Surprisingly the pot that was meant to hurt because of the heat didn’t, it was as cold as normal room temperature pure water. But the pot was literally on fire. And smoke scattered from the contents that I couldn’t look into on Osa’s order. Then he called my name into the pot and disassociated himself from the act as to whatever the consequences were, should be dictated to me and me alone (if i ever went against or flout whatever rule were laid as to the cause. Shebi na mi dey do ritual. Okay na. Then the smoke from the pot that was scattering about as hi held it high above my head and Osa preceded over it with his numerous incants and ritual process. Soke from the pot rose high into the air and evaporated. Process complete. He took the pot, did every other rite and we headed home. (With the pot of course. By the time we got home, we dedicated a very very special room to the pot alone. We set it in one of the rooms, and Osa told me to check in the morning. Check inside the pot i asked to be sure. He affirmed and i could only wait.

On getting home, Osa went straight to bed. He made a cade if fatigue. But damn.. how can you just delete two people like that and you wan go sleep close eyes. Shey him no dey dream bad dream ni i thought.. i sat on the sofa in my lounge, turned on the tv.. i took a while before i realized that i was watching it mindlessly. My eyes were glued but my mind was dotting on onther things like……. “Tom tom tom tom tom tom tom” my iphone cried out from the shelf where i left it to charge. On my iWatch, Baba’s name free-styled across the 1.78inches, 448 x 368 pixels (~326 ppi density) 3d touch display that sat elegantly in my wrist. Baba? Baba? I was gonna answer his call but i just let it ring as i had no business with him anymore!! Osa was the real deal now, and i would always have him at my beck and call unlike baba who had unreadable emotions and couldn’t be bought. Not even with the same money he help us make.

Before Osa retired in for the night, i asked him if it was okay i stayed up as I wouldn’t be able to sleep for fear of nightmares and what not. He promised we’d fix the nightmare soon but i could stay up and if anything unusual happened all i needed was to stay put and not move. Okay. I turned on my playstation 4, muted the volume on the tv so i could listen for unusual sounds. My mood lightened a bit as soon as i stated gta 5. In the gra 5 that i was playing, I didn’t do missions, i was literally killing people and running away from the cops as my wanted stars increased. But like in the game. The bigger the crime, the more the feds came for you.

One cop car,
Two coo cars
Three and four,
Before you know
Its a riot of the feds,
The helicopters arrive
You look at your money Bar
You have all the money
But you did the crime
Even for long
They’ve all come for you
And you’re busted
Because what?
No where to run.
End of the road


That was exactly how i played. I got shot, the money bar in the game i was rich as Bleep. But it didn’t save me. Abeggi joor. I kicked away the thought and switched the game to Fifa. Then upstairsbin the pot room, middle of the night, i could hear sounds sipping out of there. It felt like a market in there. I was very tempted ti move. But

Igboran, osan ju eboor ruru loor

Maybe the lay man translation is

Obedience is better than sacrifice, i stand to be corrected!

The noise felt like a market that was far away. But i knew it came from there.

It later stopped and in the morning the next day, Osa led me to the door i unlocked it and money was filled to the very end of the door that me and Osa we both walked on money.

Baba baba

The devil will never give you money you can enjoy with peace of mind

More money more problem