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Pls continue.
it's very interesting.

iLegendd will you continue or what happen in 1945 will take place again in four fold

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iLegendd:
Number 125


On the 4th day, being the last day, I arrived, took my injection, as I continuously kept taking my home medications.

The program for that day was: Maintaining Clean Hands and Pure Heart to the End. It was a marvelous final sermon filled with singing, praises, healings, deliverance, testimonies, etc.

During break period, I went to that Eva water shop again to grab a bottle. When I came back, I carried a chair and faced a different direction from everyone outside the canopy.

One of my admirers (the one I meet at the shop) took a chair and did the same. I noticed she was mirroring my behavior, but deep down, I was thinking of the window girl.

When the break was over, everyone went inside to continue hearing the word of God. We all prayed and sang like Paul and Silas.

Some people were praying, crying, falling, yelling, etc. – it was a memorable moment. At the end, there was a holy communion which I took part as a newly holy man.

Finally, it was over and everyone was served food before departure. I sat outside the canopy waiting for nurse before leaving.

My legs were crossed as I retrospect all the things I learned and how it will positively impart my life. All of a sudden, I turned and saw the window girl next to me.

“Don’t you want to eat?” she asked like a spirit and I was shocked and couldn’t say a word for some seconds. I smiled and said, “I have already eaten.”

And thanked her for being caring. It seems everyone in this Church is caring. She was a little nervous, but behaved herself. At the end, I met with pastor and his wife.

I told her about urinating blood, and she said it’s normal because there is blood in my system and it will stop soon when the blood is out in few days.

This peeing of blood was extremely painful, but I didn’t want to explain much to her. She’s too holy to hear me analyze how my penis behaves when the pains starts.

So, the program came to an end on the 4th day.

The next day, I called Henry, because he has returned to Nigeria. “Oh boy, you just forgot me,” he said just to be be first to accuse me.

“Boss, I was almost dead, but God saved me,” I said.

“Wetin happen?” he asked. “Omoh na long story o! Bad belle people been wan remove me, but God no gree o!”

Henry was shocked and inquisitive to hear the full gist, but I said, “Everybody is a suspect,” and he asked, “Including me?”

“Including myself, my parents, my friends, and everyone on earth,” I replied and he burst into laughter.

“Omoh! Wetin I go through no be laughing matter o! It was a real battle, but now I’m 90% good and still taking treatments with lots of prayers at the moment from a certain pastor and his wife.”

“Wow! Thank God for your life o!” he said and continued. “My car business has been going downhill. I don’t know what is wrong. Everything is just anyhow in this country. I will come to that Church one day.”

“You need to come o! With my I saw with my eyes and how great my healing has been, I can assure you something great will happen. If you dey come that Church forget fashion o! The man will just send you out of his Church.”

“He was brought up in Deeper Life, so his dress code is Deeper Life-inspired. You must look decent without any stylish haircut, perfume, swag, etc.”

“Which kind Church be that one self?” he asked. “Omoh! Me I no send o! As long as there is healing, I’ll obey all rules to get what I want. When in Rome, act as the Romans,” I said and he replied, “That’s true sha,” then switched topic to women related talk and sex.

I kept quiet and said, “So, you haven’t changed? Me I don change by at least 70% o! Now, I’m very gentle, but you know na! once a soldier will never forget how to cock a gun when it’s needed.”

After 17 minutes, the call ended.
The next day, I went to nurse’s house to take injection since it’s a home service.

Whenever she’s free, she’ll come to my house, else, I’ll be the one to go to her house at a scheduled time.
As I got inside their parlor, I sat on the sofa pressing my cheap 3-sim Chinese phone since my big phone crashed the first day I went to her house – (maybe, her holy spirit crashed it because of some naughty chats and images I have inside).

As I was operating my small phone, I heard the door opened, so I raised my head and guess who I saw?















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Number 126


Guess who I saw? The beautiful, window girl. We both looked at each other without a single word. Is this girl a spirit? I was wondering what she was doing here, or is she my nurse’s daughter or an agent? I asked myself. Nurse’s husband came out and we exchanged pleasantries as he was getting ready for a Church program. I...

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Number 127

I thanked him for the prayers he and his family prayed for me for my speedy recovery. From one great discussion to another, then he said to me, “God is a faithful God. Did I tell you to sow seed the first day you came here?”

“No,” I replied. “Did I tell you to pay me?” “No,” I replied again. I was wondering his intention with these questions. Then he started preaching against fake men of God who are serving God because of the money they get. From the...

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Number 128


From the first day, this man was serving God from the depth of his heart while the wife was doing her mobile-nursing work from the depth of her heart as she supports the family financially.

These two kinds of people are rare to find. The wife came in and joined the chat, then said she has been a true Christian for 32 years and she has seen all kinds of behaviors in the medical and spiritual world and how funny people’s attitudes are. She...

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Number 129


She talked about people who come to them for healing, get what they want and the moment God blesses them, they run away from the Church and from God.

In my head I said, “That’s exactly my plan. I want to run away from this Africa forever, but not from God.” I said in my head.

Then, I remembered what the pastor preached about making heaven from this country being easier than in a foreign land where everything seems perfect.

Though, pastor’s wife age is more than 32, but it seems she started taking the gospel seriously 32 years ago. From her dressing, you’ll know this is a core woman of God who doesn’t compromise. She's...

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Number 130


She’s 100% strict and honest from my observation. She’s always looking holy. And guess what, extremely beautiful just like the window girl.

Oh! Now I’m beginning to see the resemblance between the two of them. Similar facial feature, smooth face, light skinned, head, attitude, body stature, etc.

Maybe, she’s the mother. I took my injection and went home with Miss Window on my mind. Treatment and going to their Church continued in subsequent days.

For some days, I wasn’t seeing the female children I saw at home on Church. “Maybe, they don’t come to their parents’ Church or are they too busy? Or maybe, they attend the main Church,” I guessed. So, I...

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Number 131


So, I forgot about them and faced my struggle. One day, I went for Wednesday’s fasting and praying service and when it was over, the husband (pastor), announced there will be some visitors in the Church tomorrow and they’ll be coming for a loan program for Christians and the announcement continued.

The wife told me to come on that day to help her write names of attendees. As someone who was receiving healings spiritually and medically, I had no choice than to obey all requests despite my stubbornness to such requests in the past. I hate to be controlled.

That day came and I served as the secretary. The crowd was too much. They submitted their forms and passports to me, I wrote their names, etc. We couldn't...

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Number 132


We couldn’t finish on the first day, so it was extended to the second day. We continued on the second day, but couldn’t finish too. Pastor’s wife’s credit (top-up) finished, so she told me to call her daughter, the window girl, [name withheld] with my phone.

I smiled within myself and said, “This woman doesn’t know what she’s about to start is a risky game.” Anyway, I dialed the number and gave her the phone to speak with her. They spoke, then...

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Number 133


They spoke, then gave me back the phone. As a good child, I saved her number for emergency purpose. The next day, the pretty daughter came to help out organize some of the forms.

I took a glance of her, but as good child, I pretended as if I didn’t like what I saw. So, I snubbed her, but deep down, she was the only thing ringing in my head.

How can a girl be this beautiful without makeup, earrings, necklace, bleaching cream, etc. Now, if she applies all those things everyone is applying to look beautiful, then [PE] she go turn to mami water, but am I not adding another mami water to my Eva water? As these...

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Number 134

As these thoughts were going on, I said to myself, “Be careful. You’re still curing the troubles you incurred from [PE] bad belly people out there and now you want to look for another trouble from the daughter of the man and woman who are curing you.”

I weighed this warning, but the girl is a rare gem – not her beauty, but her calm and innocent behavior. If she has her mother’s attitude, then she deserves a ring on her finger.

But from my study of Womanology for many years, I know bad girls when I see them even if their parents are pastors and they act calm, decent, and humble. From their...

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Number 135


From their smiles, ye shall know them – the good-bad girls and the good-bad guys.

The next day, she and her brother came again, but this time around, I decided to give her a bad boy smile and she probably got the idea. What a silent and romantic seduction, huh?

Since the day the dad prayed for me, my main phone has been misbehaving, so I couldn’t access my WhatsApp.

As I was helping out, the mom asked me, “Are you not going to apply for this loan? The form was free at the initial time for members of this Church, but it’s now N2000. You can pay 1500 and get it.”

I wasn’t interested, but since N1500 wasn’t much, I picked one, wrote my name, phone number, age, business aim for the loan, address, next of kin, account number, the amount I want, etc.

“There will be another meeting next week and everyone will pay N200 for submission,” the pastor announced. “Messages will be sent to all participants,” the wife added.

At the end of the meeting, she said I’ll help out in sending those messages to all participants, then recalled and said, “Oh! Don’t worry, my daughters [name removed] will do it because they were the ones who sent to everyone last week and they have saved all participants’ numbers.” Now, here is the naughty part and...


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Number 136


Now, here is the naughty part and it’s only for naughty people like us. If you’re too holy, stop here because what you’re about to read is the act of getting any woman you want with ease despite how beautiful, intelligent, holy, rich, etc. she is.

On the 3rd, I got a message saying, “There will be a meeting at #34 Zimiro street off Jeff’s Plaza on 4/4/2018 by 1:00 PM. Come with your photocopy and N200 for serial number. Thanks.

When I checked the sender, it was her innocent looking daughter, the window girl (a final year student). I smiled and said to myself, [b]“This is a done deal, this girl belongs to me or, at least, I’ll use her to teach guys how naughty women are even if they’re pastor’s children and how men can make women fall in love in no time instead of acting like a nice and needy guy.”

The message she sent me doesn’t require a reply because it was sent to hundreds of other people, but I needed to ChatDict (woo-chat) her and bring out the bad girl in her to let the world know every innocent looking girl is a good-bad girl waiting for a good-bad guy to open them up, not a clueless wuss-bag called a nice guy. Let's call her...

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Number 137


Let’s call her Hannah for privacy sake. So, this was my reply and our WhatsApp screenshots on how I ChatDicted her into becoming addicted and madly in love with me in less than two weeks and all the "I love you and I have never loved anyone like this before. You're so strange. I have never been this happy before. Sometimes, I'll remember you and start smiling, etc." messages she sent.

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olowo1995:


Are you quoting from book or just sharing experience?
If it is from, will like to have a copy

Experience turned to a book.

iLegendd:
Experience turned to a book.

You sabi

Oya drop am na.. i don wait tire

Here looks dry. Should I wet it?

Another abandone project

Ilegend
Where art thou?

iLegendd:
Here looks dry. Should I wet it?

Kindly do

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