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Though I know it's all fake and there nothing like that rubbish.. But if it's real, I will like to go there because that's where all the realest people will be and there will be alot of entertainment going on there. It will be exciting.

Trust me, you don't wanna be there

HeatSeeker:
Trust me, you don't wanna be there

Have you seen it before that gives you that conclusion? Fool.

AlphaMale666:
Have you seen it before that gives you that conclusion? Fool.

Have you ever soul travelled before? 🙂

If you have ever stepped out of your body before, the question of the existence of Hell will never come up.

There are places of light and hope, and in the lower worlds, they are places of darkness and torment. Do your best not to end up in Hell

With the way the heaven n hell rule works

If they were both real.

Hell will definitely have more occupants.
Heaven go scanty

You don't know what you are saying.... You think it's all fun and jokes...

Hell is real
Heaven is real...

I know this world looks real too... but I have touched a bit of heaven... You are not going to feel human... I remember the day it happened.... even if you slap me I nor go vex... I was just happy like so happy...

Well you if you want to go to hell.... Ire ooo nobody gonna stop you

AlphaMale666:
Though I know it's all fake and there nothing like that rubbish.. But if it's real, I will like to go there because that's where all the realest people will be and there will be alot of entertainment going on there. It will be exciting.

Nigeria is hell already. so brother, you are in hell.

MONEY247:
You don't know what you are saying.... You think it's all fun and jokes...

Hell is real
Heaven is real...

I know this world looks real too... but I have touched a bit of heaven... You are not going to feel human... I remember the day it happened.... even if you slap me I nor go vex... I was just happy like so happy...

Well you if you want to go to hell.... Ire ooo nobody gonna stop you

Lols, it's just your brain making things up. Anyways, I can't force you to believe otherwise. Whatever you belief is your personal choice. But, don't dare come forcing it other people.

AlphaMale666:
Lols, it's just your brain making things up. Anyways, I can't force you to believe otherwise. Whatever you belief is your personal choice. But, don't dare come forcing it other people.

Well I like my belief...
🤣 🤣 🤣 Stay with yours..

simple arithmetic

People who can't think for themselves are those that believe in the bullshits of heaven and hell

AlphaMale666:
Though I know it's all fake and there nothing like that rubbish.. But if it's real, I will like to go there because that's where all the realest people will be and there will be alot of entertainment going on there. It will be exciting.

A child will always talk like a child.


🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I don't believe in foreign Abrahamic religion.

But according to my Yoruba people, there's something called "Atunbotan" which means "come back to pay".

"Heaven" and "Hell" are here on earth


Wether you like it or not, what you do now, you're coming back reap what you sowed.


There are some people who were born blind, crippled or deaf and dumb.

And some people are in prison for many years for crimes they know nothing about.

While some people are born into too much riches, power and wealth that they don't know how to spend them.

Someone like Neymar was being paid millions just to wave and smile to PSG fans.


These people mentioned above are enjoying in their heaven while others are suffering in their hell.


Of course, I'm kidding don't take me seriously.

AlphaMale666:
Though I know it's all fake and there nothing like that rubbish.. But if it's real, I will like to go there because that's where all the realest people will be and there will be alot of entertainment going on there. It will be exciting.

My pastors wife says you're in for a rude awakening.
That entertainment you're talking about is just a marketing strategy.

Personally i don't believe in heaven or hell. I used to when i was younger but now i know better. It's just a tool used to control sheeple in the white man's religion.

AlphaMale666:
➜Though I know it's all fake and there nothing like that rubbish..
➜ But if it's real, I will like to go there because that's where all the realest people will be and there will be alot of entertainment going on there. It will be exciting.

Hell varies across each religion, denomination, and so on. So, kindly be more specific.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1fYxK6GZ04?si=VUilF8rW-Q-COpo9

2. Real in what sense? What differentiates the people all around you today from those you assume will meet in this hell you choose? 🥱🥱

AlphaMale666:
Though I know it's all fake and there nothing like that rubbish.. But if it's real, I will like to go there because that's where all the realest people will be and there will be alot of entertainment going on there. It will be exciting.

Eyyah this one just came from the village started listening to rap music. Now he is feeling so HARD.

Kobojunkie:
Hell varies across each religion, denomination, and so on. So, kindly be more specific.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1fYxK6GZ04?si=VUilF8rW-Q-COpo9

2. Real in what sense? What differentiates the people all around you today from those you assume will meet in this hell you choose? 🥱🥱

Cluelessaddict, are you male or female? Your posts sometimes they are feminine and sometimes masculine. Normally you can tell by context but with you its impossible.

Practicing witchcraft over a longer period can make you think of God the way you see

The Godly are called the Abracadabra.

Far better than witchcraft

Yare yare

Fenrir:
Cluelessaddict, are you male or female? Your posts sometimes they are feminine and sometimes masculine. Normally you can tell by context but with you its impossible.

He is clearly a man. Women always post the same.

IkeIgboNiile:
Personally i don't believe in heaven or hell. I used to when i was younger but now i know better. It's just a tool used to control sheeple in the white man's religion.

But when you are near death you will pray not to go to hell

AllBlack:
Eyyah this one just came from the village started listening to rap music. Now he is feeling so HARD.

The power of small pikiness. He does not know that by the time he is 30, life would cure him of his many fulisshness

AlphaMale666:
Though I know it's all fake and there nothing like that rubbish.. But if it's real, I will like to go there because that's where all the realest people will be and there will be alot of entertainment going on there. It will be exciting.

You want a glimpse of hell? Ok.....

The light here isn't light.
It's a 1kVA generator someone's cousin installed in the sky in 2004 and nobody has serviced since and it makes that sound, you know the one, starts confident then stutters then catches then nearly dies then catches again, and you wait, and it never fully dies but it never fully runs either, and that's it, that's all the light there is, and his brain, which was built for hyperfocus, which was built to lock onto a thing and run at it until the thing is solved or destroyed, his brain is trying to focus on the light and the light won't hold still long enough to be focused on, and this has been happening for what feels like eleven years except he genuinely cannot tell if it's been eleven years or eleven minutes because without something new to encode the brain cannot make new memories and without new memories time doesn't loop, it doesn't repeat, it just stops being a real thing, it becomes a texture, grey and even, like the inside of a waiting room that has always been a waiting room and will always be a waiting room and the number you're holding is 847 and the screen is on 213 and nobody knows when NEPA is coming.
He wakes on the mattress.
Not the bed. The mattress. The foam is yellow in the specific way Nigerian foam goes yellow, not from age but from absorbing every night sweat of every post typed between midnight and 3am thinking the darkness deleted them. It didn't. They're in the foam now. Every thread. Every reply. Every The alpha has spoken. He's sleeping in them. Every night which is every morning which is still Thursday.
The corridor outside goes left and also goes left.
Every door has a label. His labels. In the Nairaland font, permanent, black on grey, and they are not the dramatic ones, not the ones with weight and dignity and the dark glamour of genuine evil, they are the ones that are too small to be tragedies and too persistent to be forgotten, the ones that sit like splinters, undramatic, unresolvable.
Any Brothel Around Osapa Jankande.
Four posts. He'd written I wanna fvuck. This was the same week he was posting Black Women Are A No Go Zone. Same hands. Same phone. Same Thursday energy. The door to that room smells like the twelve day gap between those two threads, which smells, it turns out, like cheap soap and the specific admissions a man makes at 9pm that he spends his public hours contradicting.
I Love Keeping Malice.
He'd written, I fight with all my family members and don't talk to them for years. I fight with almost everybody I meet. I've always been like this since my early ages. I don't think I need help because I have narcissistic disorder. He'd called it speaking out. He'd called it The alpha has spoken. The door to this room opens onto a room that is exactly the size of since my early ages and that is, it turns out, a very large room with very poor lighting and no furniture and an echo that does nothing dramatic, just repeats, just sits there repeating, since my early ages, since my early ages, in the specific acoustic of a space that has never had anyone else in it.
Life Is Too Repetitive Driving Me Nuts.
January 2024. Running around a maze and finding yourself at the same spot. Hope I don't kill myself anytime soon. This door he doesn't open because he already knows what's behind it, he wrote it, he knows exactly what's behind it, and the knowing without being able to unknow it is the point, that's the whole point, there's no dramatic revelation waiting behind these doors, just his own words sitting there in the dark being exactly what they are, which is enough, which is more than enough.
Earth Is Hellfire.
January 1st 2022. His words. If this life isn't torture I don't know what is. He'd said this four years before the hell thread. Had written it plainly on New Year's Day and then had spent four years building philosophy on top of the pain until the philosophy and the pain were the same substance and he'd been calling the substance wisdom and calling everyone who pointed at it a fool. Next. You're a fool. Next. Shut up. Next. The alpha has spoken. And the next and the next and the next until the corridor had a door for every next and the corridor went left both ways and there was no end to it in either direction.
The food arrives at what his body has decided is noon.
The plate always has jollof rice that is technically correct. Rice. Tomato base. Seasoning. But wrong in the specific way jollof can be wrong. Slightly too wet. Slightly too orange. No bottom pot crust, which is the whole point, which is always the whole point, and its wrongness is not dramatic, it's not ash and wormwood and the gall of bitterness, it's just almost right, close enough to remind you what right tastes like, not close enough to be it, and he eats it because hunger here is real even if nothing else is and he tried not eating once and the hunger got worse and nothing else changed.
He tried not eating once.
Nothing else changed.
The phone appeared on day four. Full charge. He opened it. Found the thread. His thread. If Hell Is Real That's Where I Want To Go. His post. Two likes. He scrolled down and the replies were there and longer now and they weren't angry, which would have been something to push against, they were thorough, the way EFCC paperwork is thorough, and what they were being thorough about was not his sins, not his evil, nothing so dignified as that, what they were being thorough about was his smallness, the specific smallness of a mind built for hyperfocus that had chosen, carefully, persistently, across five years and hundreds of posts, to focus on nothing, to call the nothing philosophy, to call the nothing alpha, to call everyone who offered an alternative a fool and move to the next one.
He scrolled to his own post. Two likes.
He'd wanted to go where the realest people would be.
Entertainment. Excitement. The realest people.
He scrolled to the Picoworker thread. Investment section. 557 posts. 48,158 views. The one time across five years of posting that he'd given something outward instead of refusing something inward, had explained micro-tasking, had built something practical and honest that 48,000 people had read and some had used and none of them remembered who told them because nobody remembers where good advice comes from, they just remember that it worked, and the man who gave it had spent the following years posting I hate seeing couples, children are evil, born alone die alone, black women are no go zone, cancelling himself in every direction while 48,000 people used what he'd built and forgot his name.
He put the phone down.
He picked it up because putting it down didn't help.
He scrolled to I Hate Seeing Couples, February 2025. Every time I see them I just wanna kill them. You see them holding hands. So stupid. Annoys me so much.
Then to his own reply when someone said this sounds like trauma.
I'm single and very happy and never gone through any traumatic shit in my life.
He read that sentence in the grey light of the almost light and the sentence read back at him with the patience of something that has nowhere else to be and nothing else to do and all the time that has stopped being real to wait in.
Here is what hell is and what hell isn't.
Hell isn't fire. Fire is an execution and executions have endings and endings are mercy and mercy is not what this is. Fire is also a blunt instrument and blunt instruments don't land on everyone equally. The ginger knows this. The man who has been through the meat grinder of serious physical suffering knows that the body builds tolerance, that visceral pain hits a ceiling, that burning for a million years means by year two you've adapted and by year ten it's background noise and by year million it's just the temperature and you've stopped registering it entirely. Physical hell is weak. Physical hell is a warm bath with bad lighting. Physical hell is for people who couldn't imagine suffering without flesh so they kept the flesh and turned up the temperature and called it divine justice.
Psychological hell has no ceiling.
Because it doesn't need a body. It needs a self. And the self, unlike the body, cannot go numb. Cannot build tolerance. Cannot die from it. The self just keeps registering. Keeps noticing. Keeps sitting with the almost jollof and the 7% battery and the door labeled Any Brothel Around Osapa Jankande and the knowledge that both things were true simultaneously and that calling one of them philosophy didn't make the other one not true.
Hell isn't your worst memory on loop either. That's still Preacher thinking. That's still cinematic. Your worst memory still has weight, still has the dignity of significance, still says this mattered enough to haunt you which means you mattered which means there's still a self worth the haunting. The Saint of Killers watching his family die on loop is still the Saint of Killers. Still singular. Still meaningful. Still the protagonist of something.
This hell is the one where you're not the protagonist.
This hell is the one where your suffering is too small and too consistent and too self constructed to have any drama in it at all and the entities watching, if there are entities watching, are not entertained and are not horrified and are not moved in any direction by what they're seeing because what they're seeing is a man who said he wanted this and got it, precisely this, the solitude, the silence, the no vagina creatures, the born alone die alone, the I don't need anyone, the alpha has spoken, and the universe said alright then, fine, here you go, and walked away, and that's all this is, the universe walking away, which is not punishment, which is not justice, which is just delivery, just the clean administrative completion of a five year request, signed, filed, and granted without comment.
His brain tries to focus.
The light stutters.
There is nothing to focus on except the light and the light won't hold still and a mind built for hyperfocus given nothing to hyperfocus on except its own irrelevance doesn't break dramatically, doesn't shatter, doesn't go mad in any interesting cinematic way, it just runs, it just keeps running at the problem of the light, at the problem of the jollof, at the problem of the corridor that goes left both ways, at the problem of the Thursday that has no edges, and there's no solution to any of it because they're not problems, they're just the room, they're just what's here, and the running produces nothing and the nothing produces more running and the more running produces the exact same nothing and the battery is at 7% and the thread is still loading and the gen is still stuttering and catching and it's still Thursday.
He wanted to go where the realest people would be.
He scrolled past every real person who appeared in his threads for five years.
Next.
You're a fool.
Next.
Shut up.
Next.
The alpha has spoken.
Forty eight thousand people used the one real thing he built and forgot his name.
He wakes on the mattress.
The foam is yellow.
The gen catches.
Holds.
Thursday.

Careful what you wish for, not everything is for cruise and likes

AlphaMale666:
Though I know it's all fake and there nothing like that rubbish.. But if it's real, I will like to go there because that's where all the realest people will be and there will be alot of entertainment going on there. It will be exciting.

A lost soul. Forget it, " IT'S GONE 🙄

AlphaMale666:
Though I know it's all fake and there nothing like that rubbish.. But if it's real, I will like to go there because that's where all the realest people will be and there will be alot of entertainment going on there. It will be exciting.

You have no idea what you are saying. You think that hell is a joke.

Jesus loves you. Come to Him today.

MONEY247:
You don't know what you are saying.... You think it's all fun and jokes...

Hell is real
Heaven is real...

I know this world looks real too... but I have touched a bit of heaven... You are not going to feel human... I remember the day it happened.... even if you slap me I nor go vex... I was just happy like so happy...

Well you if you want to go to hell.... Ire ooo nobody gonna stop you

Concerning that happiness (I call it joy) I know what you're talking about.

I claim it for you In Jesus Name Ameennnn..

Dzzzz:
I claim it for you In Jesus Name Ameennnn..

Chill Bro, you don’t even know what Jesus looks like.