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You'll think I'll be wiser, Yes.

Definitely I wasn't any foolisher either but it's said that no matter your pool of knowledge, maga destined to fall, will still fall.



I had a few favorite WhatsApp channels that I love to check out their contents everyday cause they're my source for funny and erotic short videos.

One of such post captured my attention, the admin stated that someone had given him a large sum of money to share out as giveaways.
The messages got me even hooked when the admin shared that the money was very huge, so in order to deplete it ASAP, he encouraged his followers to send any amount of money to his account, and he'll instantly send you three times the amount when he confirms the transaction.

That sounded weird to my ears so I stuck on with full interest but zero participation.
By evening, payment receipts started dropping on the WhatsApp channel.

If I was not completely vested before, after viewing over 20 posts that contained different payment receipts, I was already feeling the vibes.


But I still had this allergy about sending money to a fella that I couldn't lay my hands on if things went south. So I just kept on tracking the channel for two days before the admin stated that the money had all been successfully disbursed. I bit my lip in tiny regret.

Two weeks later, my kid sis called and asked for a little favour, I promised to send her something later in the day.

I hopped online only to find a new post stating that another follower of the channel was touched by the previous generous giveaway that he sent another large sum of money to be disbursed again using the same pattern used previously.


My mind raced into a frenzy but I kept my steeze in place as I scouted the channel, hoping for the first signs of dangers.


Soon payment receipts started pouring in. That was all the confirmation I needed, I was already reading my name amongst the channel posts.


I chatted the admin and he replied almost immediately, I told him I wanted to surprise my sister a little so I'll paste her bank details as the receiver.

The admin praised me for my good acts and forwarded his own account details. I sent 5k quickly before dropping the confirmation receipt and my sister's details.


The admin asked for 10 minutes to process the transaction, I gave him 20 minutes.

I was awaiting my kid sister's call of appreciation but none came, I called her myself to be sure she was with her phone.


"Hello big Bros!!!"


"Baby girl, what's up nah, you never see alert?" I asked.



"Me wey just refresh my bank app now, I dey wait for you like this to go fill gas." She replied sadly.


My heart immediately tore into a thousand pieces as I assured her that I'll get back to her.


That stinky feeling completely wrapped around my chest like a burnt badge as I clicked on my WhatsApp messenger.

The admin wasn't online and I couldn't see his profile picture either, but to be sure, I sent a message and got only one tick.

I swiped to my status and couldn't find the channel any longer.


I was too pissed off at myself to be sad. I just gently sent a lesser sum of money to my sis, she called back Almost immediately thanking me from the bottom of her heart.

I felt even more guilty and disrupt that I went to bed without eating, I don't deserve to eat because I allowed my greed to supercede common sense, even though I had a good purpose in mind, that didn't mean fate would reward me kindly for my foolishness.


From that day onwards, if I can't lay my hands on you in any physical way, nothing will connect my account to your account.


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One sophisticated scheme almost bought my attention but I was too enlightened to care, I just took it with a pinch of salt.

I followed a promising WhatsApp channel advertised on a Telegram channel and observed that the admin was a female. I checked out it's contents without commenting for once, neither did I bother whenever giveaways were on.


Some weeks later, the admin posted about a shady pageant show in which she was to participate. The grouse was that she needed her followers to vote for her.

I could have smelled the cooking from afar due to the nature of the pageant banner but I knew my dear country is a sucker for shows like this, it wasn't above their jurisdiction so I followed through.


To vote was free so I gladly used all my lines to cast votes on the website the admin provided.

Counting down to the end of the week, the admin engaged her viewers by posting the voting results and standings, she was amongst the top three and always encouraged us to vote massively.


Then she dropped a banger, the top cash price was a whole ten million Naira and she promised to give away half of the winnings to we her loyal fan base.

Of course I supported her with my two sims and full chest and like play, she announced that she won.


Few hours later, she posted her a payment receipt directed to her from the pageant sponsors. She posted other videos chilling out with her friends in celebration. I was kind of happy for her.

It was a Saturday night, so she posted that she had to settle down first, her fans wouldn't be forgotten.


By the next day, she posted a brand new iPhone 12 pro Max as a gift to herself. I was drooling.


After all said and done, the admin asked for suggestions on how to share the five million she intended giving out. I chatted her up to share it amongst the first 100 people that submitted their bank account numbers then continue in that other. She acknowledged my suggestion but insisted that she's checking out other suggestions too.


She kept posting different suggestions from her followers until she posted something distinct that made me smile immediately.

A new post read; "My sister was asked to share a large sum of money last week and she asked her followers to send her money so that she'll send double the sum to them. The method was quick and effective."


Immediately, half a dozen posts followed in support of the first post. After some deliberations, the admin agreed with the move.

To show seriousness, the admin urged her followers to send amounts not lower than 50k so that the process would be fastened cause she was already tired due to celebration stress.


I laughed to my heart contents as few minutes later, receipts started dropping, she was sending amounts ranging from a 100 to 500 thousand Naira, I was mentally calculating.

With all the amount I counted, it was already well over 9 million Naira already.


Then in a spirit of goodwill, she reduced the money to 5k minimum so that supposed many more mugus could fall.


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The clap back from the Telegram channel that advertised the WhatsApp channel fell under heavy attack from its followers, people lists sums into tens of millions due to their supervised urge to get double through nothing, hope it was worth their trouble.


The telegram channel owner soon got his channel blocked because nobody wanted to hear that he was just putting out a paid advert with a disclaimer that anything that happens there was at his followers peril.

Who cares? His channel still got banned anyway......

Therock5555:
Omor this chapter is still freaking long, I'm not sure I'll even complete it in the next post.

Or maybe I'm just trying to prospone writing the next chapter


Happy Sunday in advance

Still I ROCK.....

Lol calm down write am time dey.

Sulele04:

Lol calm down write am time dey.

Best of the Sunday bro....

Therock5555:
Omor this chapter is still freaking long, I'm not sure I'll even complete it in the next post.

Or maybe I'm just trying to prospone writing the next chapter


Happy Sunday in advance

Still I ROCK.....

CHAI!
Na you dey rock this wave?

Omo As I don ghost small😂 I just know say this 'banger' and 'ghosting' no fit align, not for this life, and not for another.

coz as this ur tory dey sweet dey go you sure say e no dey cause jedi jedi ? mm?

My G you are fantastically doing well!!!

Lutherblaq:


CHAI!
Na you dey rock this wave?

Omo As I don ghost small😂 I just know say this 'banger' and 'ghosting' no fit align, not for this life, and not for another.

coz as this ur tory dey sweet dey go you sure say e no dey cause jedi jedi ? mm?

My G you are fantastically doing well!!!

Homie you're welcomed man, na me contribute to the delays nah, if say I dey update regularly like now, everywhere for don stew.



BTW I was watching Idris Elba in Luther the fallen Sun and was wondering why that name Luther kept ringing in na me 🧠

Therock5555:



Homie you're welcomed man, na me contribute to the delays nah, if say I dey update regularly like now, everywhere for don stew.



BTW I was watching Idris Elba in Luther the fallen Sun and was wondering why that name Luther kept ringing in na me 🧠

Hahaha

Na me be di only Luther wey black na.

Hmmm Stock is back and rocking already

I for a person has been a ghost reader of your wonder piece of creativity. Boss after you na you ooo to be sincere. There is no words of encouragement I will drop here that has not been typed, but never the less ehn thanks a bunch

You always give us a master piece all the time
May God bless you bro

do4luv14:
Hmmm Stock is back and rocking already

Howdy bro

Damilgodwin:
I for a person has been a ghost reader of your wonder piece of creativity. Boss after you na you ooo to be sincere. There is no words of encouragement I will drop here that has not been typed, but never the less ehn thanks a bunch

Thanks for the encouragement boss.

Hope you're doing well?

Abdulreheem:
You always give us a master piece all the time
May God bless you bro

Thanks Boss.

How's the Ramadan going, May Allah Give you the strength to stand strong...

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"Why you no dey Press?"

If I got a dollar anytime someone asked me the above question, I'll have been a dollar Millionaire already.


During the 2010s, lots of fellas were already involved in Internet Fraud but it wasn't as loud because even you tell someone that your occupation was online activities, their minds wouldn't click to fraud immediately cause we all believe that you could atleast earn legally online if you know your way.


Forward a decade later and benefit boys came into play. The fact that Tik-Tok was already trending encouraged the display of illicit activities making it look like the coolest thing in town.

The segregation quickly went sideways afterwards, just by staring at how a youth was dressed. It became so glaring that if you can't afford what they wear, you are definitely not amongst them, and even if you dress like them, everyone would majorly assume you're one no matter how you try to refute the fact.


The biggest drawback was the fact that the ladies absolutely love them. I mean who have the war chest to mount their billings? Who could take them to exotic locations that even their parents would never enter in their entire lives? Who could buy them all the good things of life without their kobo being involved in the purchase?


Where did that leave the subtle legit working homeboys?

Two things would happen; you get so frustrated and join the flow or you hang on and try to make it legally to meet up.

But I'm not any of the two things, there's a middle option were you're in control of your own life, not being oppressed by anything happening around you. You watch, you don't judge. You act, you don't get intimidated.



"Why you no dey press?"

My ex-boss asked me one day when I was telling him some fraud guidelines.

I winced and smiled. "If I dey press, I wouldn't be working for you definitely." I replied him.


"No, but seriously. You have every idea how to start, you're brilliant, you've got a good phone and actually you're not even a very religious person despite your papa being a Pastor, so why you no start?" He asked again.



"Sir there's one business that I'll like to help you invest in, just give me 1 million and I'll give you 3 million in exactly 7 days." I replied with a cheeky smile.


"Na who you wan dupe?" He bursted out laughing.


"Na who you want make I dupe?" I rephrased his question with a bigger smile on my face.


He never asked me that question again.








"Why you no dey press?"

A boy we called Yc asked me one evening while we were about kicking off a FIFA game.


"Guy continue match nah!" I holler.


"No seriously, I dey see you press phone for hours and if I come check, na something you go dey write, why don't you use that talent and 'bomb'?" Yc asked again.



"Is my writing not bombing? Abi no be online I dey post for followers to see?" I countered.


"How much you dey get? Only my shirt and trouser fit buy your phone and remain change. If say I get your phone, I know how much I for don collect."



He wasn't lying, his outfit could buy my phone but he was in my house so he played by my rules.
"Issokay, since na phone be your problem, win me just once in five games and I'll dash you my phone." I replied coldly.



"Ahhh, Oga P na lie, you no go give me your phone if I win you, you just dey whine me." He screamed back excitedly.


"Well it's my word right, just win me once and see my next reaction. That's all, if you're game, unpause the game."



"Kai, La Ila Ilala, today na today, God thank you for my incoming phone. Let's go Boss."










Yc was one dude that I clicked with from the first day we met. He just finished secondary school and decided that 'bombing' was the best course forward so he ran from home and landed in SS house, I never asked how they met, I just saw him appeared one day and didn't leave again.


He arrived with a small button phone so he usually used one of SS phone to 'bomb' which meant any cash out was going into SS pocket, he was responsible for cooking and cleaning SS house also.
SS always found me boring to be with because no matter how long he tried to keep me up, I was chasing him off to his own room by 1am, I might not necessarily want to sleep, I just like my ME time.
SS was my opposite, as long as any occupant wouldn't block his flow of girls, you're free to stay with him.


When Yc realized I had a PlayStation, he became my room best occupant. I didn't mind him because he loved to brag a lot no matter how many games he gets whooped, he was always optimistic that he'll win next time.




~7 Games Later~
I added two more games because Yc managed to score me 4 goals in the five games we played so despite loosing all, he kept daring me to add more games which I graciously did but this time I made sure that he didn't even see my goal keeper not to talk of pulling one shot on target. He even asked me to stop my sliding tackles throughout the game. I laugh.


Yc had lots of premise and I was even bitter that he was an only male child. I used my closeness to him to encourage him to contact his family atleast to allow them know he's safe.

He agreed but wanted to use my phone, I shook my head and agreed cause I had already gotten the tool I needed.

Yc spent almost all my airtime on the phone call with his Mom, he refused disclosing his location and was adamant about not returning back home no matter how hard she pleaded.


He was feeling sober after the call so he left back to SS room immediately. I called his mom the next day and realized that they had been urging him to take JAMB exams but he disappeared from home after collecting money for registration, they even reported him missing in a station.

That was the height of it. Despite my fondness for the kid, I had to cast his location. I went out before anybody would arrive. SS informed me that his Mom, Uncle and a Police man came to bundle him back home, he was so shocked that he didn't even put up a struggle, he merely gathered his things and left.

SS was sad that a housekeeping roommate had left, I was sad that the only person I could beat ten games in a row had finally been snatched away.

Yc and I never spoke or saw again but last time I asked he already got admission into a Federal University, I hope he kept his positive attitude on no matter the endeavors he chooses.










"Why you no dey Press?"

A shop owner I was very familiar with asked me.

"Ahhh not this question again." I groaned out loud.


"No but seriously, Why you no dey Press? Look at the shop next to mine, you see this fine Hair salon? The owner na Yahoo boy, as he cashed out, he opened the mad looking shop. Peter I've known you for more than 6 years now and I know you're very hard working. Why don't you channel the energy and learn Yahoo, remember na Oyinbo people wey you go dey scam so it's not like it's your own people, them too come steal our resources."



I had plenty things to say to him that moment but I needed the best line to answer all his statements and only one word came out of my mouth.
"So na Oyinbo people deserve to be scammed abi?"



"Eh, no be so, see you understand what I'm trying to say, you just wan drag matter."

"Papa Eji, give me Garri abeg." I fired back.


"You see wetin I dey talk about? Na only Garri you sabi come buy, if one Yahoo boy enter my shop now, 5k purchase go drop."



"5k right? Oya, make the garri one mudu, add mudu of rice and beans, how much now? E don reach 5k, add pepper join with two satchet tomato paste. Where your account number?" As I collected my order, he was even too weak to mutter a word.


"So I've spent 5k now, does that make me a Yahoo boy? No be by spending, na the source of the spending, tomorrow if their client no pay, you no go see them for your shop, but me everyday I must come buy Garri and Cigar, sometimes twice, and I no dey owe you, which of us you prefer as customer?"

I didn't even allow him reply, I just dropped the mic and walked out of there. (My demons screaming at me for carelessly spending 5k just to prove a point.)








"You sef, why you no dey Press? See as Yahoo boys dey display for my working place this night."

A Banny asked me while we were dating. I called her that evening to hear her voice and that was the first thing that came out of her mouth.


"What kind of stupid question is that?" I fired back.


"Na True nah, no be your mates dey ball like this?" She added.


"WTF!!!! Madame, for your information when I been dey ball, all those children you dey see so still dey junior secondary school. Thank God you're a witness, I no dey carry you go club before? We no dey ball? I been dey press? Was I a Yahoo boy by then?" I fired back so many missiles that I never thought she'll survive.

"You no lie, but that was then, when last have you taken me out, see small boys with doings abeg." She retorted that my eye brow immediately drew a frown.


"So having money is by going out to buy drinks and show off? By the way you no dey see Yahoo girls also, why you no dey Press make you dey carry me go flex also." I fired.

"You no dey shame, na woman you want to dey flex you. Oga go and press and make money." She returned my rocket with a nuke.


"If I dey Press, I'll plus up and use you for rituals, be like that your pikin wey you born wan grow up without Mama." I answered.


"I don't mind, as long as you use the money from my head to take care of my son, I don't mind at all, just go and start bombing." She chorused.



Okay that was it, na me use my airtime to receive unsolicited advice, E Don Do Me.........



Naso I cut the call, Block the number. (Get away from me Devil).


No time for bad energy and Broke shaming.....

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Therock5555:



Howdy bro

I just dey boss, low key

Therock5555:



Thanks for the encouragement boss.

Hope you're doing well?

Am doing great to oo, only say na tinubu nai b my threat 😁😁. More inspiration 🙌🙌

Therock5555:
This chapter is still not over, I'm just getting to the most explosive part.

Stay tuned....


😁😁😁

Why you no dey Press?

Thanks baba for this update. No be everybody go press. Some of us still get conscience and integrity.

Therock5555 why you no de press?

50JBL:
Therock5555 why you no de press?

Abeg ooo no cause another bash of traffic here oo😁😁😁

do4luv14:


I just dey boss, low key

Better dey low-key oh, vultures choke die

Damilgodwin:

Am doing great to oo, only say na tinubu nai b my threat 😁😁. More inspiration 🙌🙌

No call that man name for my thread, if I catch am, I go deck am....

Lutherblaq:


Why you no dey Press?

I say make I start so them say make I go chop people telegram number make I add am to mine, I tried using one lecturer phone for example, I successfully chop the account, next thing calls and messages begin enter from her fellow lecturers, welcoming her to telegram....



Ahhh, I quickly delete the account, that moment I realized Yahoo was not my calling.,😅🤣🤣🤣🤣



So you, why you no dey Press?

hotswagg12:
Thanks baba for this update. No be everybody go press. Some of us still get conscience and integrity.

You don talk am finish but the more I think of it, I reason am say all sinners will still land in hell fire whether you steal pencil or you do rituals.


I still dey question my life choices sef.

So you are you truly Mr integrity ABI you no get better phone or chance to bomb?🤣🌰🌰🌰🌰🤣🤣🤣🤣

50JBL:
Therock5555 why you no de press?

Send me 10k and I'll explain to you privately why I no dey press, na my opay account be my number for signature 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Damilgodwin:

Abeg ooo no cause another bash of traffic here oo😁😁😁

Him wan use me play, I go appear for him dreams 🤣🤣🤣

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When I was a teenager, I usually moved with guys way older than me. I wasn't like their boy either, I was more of the ring leader because what I obviously lacked in size, I made up for it ten times over by being too smart for my own good.



I grew up teaching people from all sizes, ages and walks of life but only few of them managed to grab my attention enough to make them my close partners.

I am mostly alone and withdrawn so those few fellas that I really take a liking to always get to enjoy what majority wish they could spend a minute to have.

If I call you my boy, just know that you have a free hand around me and my crib, I don't mind the person's presence as long as you're not sleeping over or making me stay pass my bed time.

Other than that, you could even come cook for yourself and generally have fun, best of all, you get to have premium knowledge about almost everything in life cause I usually like to build people up in my image. You can't act like a dunce and be around me, you must always be ready to make decisions on your feet.


Two kids while I was a Sunday school teacher found favour in my eyes. They were the only boys that knew how I lived my life outside of the Sunday school classroom.

I could say I watch them grow before my eyes like a mother Hen protecting her hens from birds of the sky.


Anyone that met them would know that those boys knew things far ahead of their peers.

Since it has become a taboo for Nigerian parents to teach their kids about sex education, I played the role.

By SS 1, the duo were breaking hearts for fun. I began to wonder if I had created hardcore monsters.

One thing I never encouraged them to do was get high. No matter how tempted they were, I never passed my smoke to anybody. Infact I let them know that it's an addiction I wish I never developed in the first place.

Things took a turn for the worse when they both finished their secondary education. I got them employed in lower roles in my then place of work, hoping that it would keep them occupied till they left for tertiary institute.


Few months later, one of them resigned. The other one reduced his working time. The guy that resigned started spending more time in my house with strange fellas.

As long as my properties were safe and my house cleaned up when I got back, I didn't mind a bit. But something else pricked my interest, for some reasons, my weed stash was getting depleted anything he stayed over with his friends, I didn't think of it too much until the day someone mistakenly took my lighter home.

"Guy where my lighter?" I called to ask him when I got back home that evening.


"Ahhh, boss no vex, I see am for my pocket when I got home, I wanted to call you too..." He explained.


"CJ you don dey smoke abi?" I asked.


"How man go do nah, boys head dey hot, we dey find money." He replied excitedly.


"You dey find money?" I was lost for words but I didn't need to push the topic forward, Time Reveals Everything.


CJ soon graduated from MJ to Arizona academy, he claimed the first school wasn't giving him enough school of thought like the new Academy.

Next time I saw him, it was as difficult as trying to see a sitting President. He started avoiding my house in general, preferring to chill with his new found geng. Where I regularly saw him was when he posted pictures on his WhatsApp status.


The second boy absconded from work for a week and when he returned it was direct to my house. He informed me that CJ convinced him to try a new update that got youths in town in a frenzy.

He did and his first cash out was a little over 300k after the broker had taken their shares.

"Oga P, seriously I no know say e easy to bomb like this, but as e dey like this, I wan try use this money do better thing, na why I say make I come meet you. Guess what CJ cashed out 700k since last month too." He explained.


I just chuckled to myself, no wonder CJ stopped coming to my house, not when he feels he now has limitless options.

I was feeling broke and pissed one evening when I got a call from CJ.

"Big Boss, how you dey?"



"Hungry and thinking of how to get food." I replied yawning.


"Ah, ah, that one na small thing, climb bike come hotel, I'll pay. I've got you homie."


I didn't even think twice, it's been long I went out and I wasn't gonna turn down an invite.
When I arrived an walked with CJ back to his table, I quickly pocketed my phone because different sizes of iPhones lined the table. The boys and girls he sat with were clearly way younger than me but as my age has refused to show on my forehead, they took me like their agemate, even though CJ informed them that I was his big bro.


My jaw dropped when CJ swipped out his Samsung Galaxy to show me something. He held the latest iPhone also.
"Guy, you don go far oh." I shrieked.


"Omor no reason am, God blessed me with one better Maga, as I dey like this I dey wait for third billing confirmation from the woman."


"No dare join God inside your talk before He slaps you." I warned him.


I stared at the folks sitting around me, in my heart I was ashamed that children I watched growing up would be sitting with me on the same table doing things that cable TV would never show on air.


The table was littered with the most expensive drinks available in the hotel, I was about embarking on a one man protest against the waste of funds when plates of sumptuous looking beef and kpomo Pepper soup.... I lost my shame and feasted.


Two hours later, I was drunk as fuccccck. I was stupendously vibing to the DJ beats against my self restraint. The only self will I had was blocking all pictures that tried to capture me.

I'm a ghost, nobody posts my pictures online except myself.


"Guy I dey crush on one mad Banny like that, I don book her for tonight. See her picture." CJ poked me out of my cruise.



"Whaaaaaaat!!!" I screamed and looked at him.


"What?" He puzzled.

"Nothing, na my kid sister friend and former neighbor, anyway she's around your age so there's nothing I can complain about but did you say you booked her?" I shouted.



"Yes nah, 30k for all night."



"Whaaaaaaat, are you freaking kidding me? Has it gotten to this level? When small girl like that begin do hook-up?" I fired lots of questions.



"Omor Boss na wetin dey happen now be that, if you no get money, just avoid women." CJ declared.


I shook my head in self empathy...


The girl arrived moments later, our eyes immediately clicked, I saw the recognition but in a second she switched emotions and generally greeted the whole group.

CJ and I were huddled together on a long sofa but she parted us like the red sea and swipe out her classic iPhone to snatch a picture with her boo.


I moved far enough to avoid even glimpse of my shadow as they stuck poses. I was feeling so old school and out of place.

"How're your sisters doing?" The girl whispered to me after awhile.


"They're good." I replied facing her.


That moment, even my erection clicked for a second. The small girl I knew wasn't the small girl I was seeing, her eye popping boobs almost dislocated my eye balls from its socket.




"E Don happen, E Don happen, billing don drop." CJ screamed almost causing me a heart attack.

He showed me an alert of 1.4 million, my jaw dropped.
"More Grace, More Grace Boss!!!" Chorused all round the table.


"This night just started, we dey change location." CJ announced as he began booking a ride.


"I'm going home. It's very late already." I announced.

Everybody stared at me like I was a ghost that spilled its guts.

"Ahhh, I remember, na good boy this one be." CJ announced as the group bursted out in laughter.

CJ joined me to place take away orders for the whole group, then pressed a few thousands into my palms for transport.



Everyday became Oblee day for CJ. He was always jumping from one hotel to another like a rat race.
He never stopped inviting me multiple times per day to different locations which I mostly avoided, not because I didn't like enjoyment but because I had a job and it wasn't like CJ would give me funds if we were together, he was just willing to spend funds on stupendous enjoyment alone.

He still regarded me as his senior man and I wasn't willing to be a lap dog just because of his new found illicit wealth so we grew slightly apart.

Next time we were hanging out, he informed me that he always ordered a full roasted chicken to compliment his food no matter the time and order of the day.

So even if he was having bread and tea for breakfast, a full roasted chicken would be sitting close by for steady dismantling. By lunch and dinner, the same sequence repeats...


I advised him to get a grip on his self and try to invest at least but CJ clearly told me that he had locked the client so she ain't falling off anytime soon.

I was staring at my former boy but I was seeing a grown man that had grown twice my size, he even looked older than me.

I simply tuck my useless advices back into my crack hole and held my Peace.

Remember, I watch, I don't judge....



At the height of his powers, CJ had about a dozen million chilling in his account but all he did was Oblee.

I encouraged him to love-vendor his room atleast to an executive hotel room standard and have fun at home instead since common sense doesn't want to allow him build something at least.


For once he took my advice but despite filling his room with latest gadgets, Hotel rooms were his second love because he claimed that he didn't want to bring girls home.


As for the young ladies, I wasn't surprised one but. A girl of 13 is already flaunting her body online, with the worse case scenario, their body count might be over 5 a few years later.

Then when they realized that they can actually sell sex online and offline while making a tidy sum while having fun at the same time. They go bonkers.... The rest is history....


For the purpose of the completion of this chapter, I'll indulge alittle...

Between CJ and my second boy, each took two contrasting pathway to life.
The second boy bought a better phone out of his first cash out and immediately closed shop after discovering the beauty of Tik-Tok.

He was one of the kids I thought how to play drums so he became an expert and started raking in views for his videos online. By the time he got into the university, he was already high in demand around campus Churches. From there he took up his education solely, enabling his mother to concentrate on her grandchildren from her late daughter.


As for CJ, he went from everyday Obleee to sitting his ass at home for once when the funds dry up. Suddenly his grandmother cooking never tasted so better.

He managed to enter and complete a College of Education degree, never did he give up the idea of his next big cash out anytime soon.


He was the person that thought me how to use DND function on my phone, that option is bae.

CJ owed numerous loan apps just to service his big boy lifestyle while bombing harder and hoping for more Grace.


Very soon his room emptied out as he sold all his pricy gadgets to service his debts to avoid casting amongst his contacts provided he dodged too long and one loan app call his mutual contacts.




Right now, the always chicken eating niqqa would drag your leather of Akara with you if he dares perceive the aroma.

He even eats local foods that I'll dare not touch and he'll be smacking his lips like it was fried honey, swearing that I was missing out on delicious local foods.


He became my new best friend again when he got broke, suddenly PS3 gameplay felt so good, my room and smoke were his best companions, his geng-geng disappeared into thin Air.


Currently he lives with his heavily pregnant girlfriend, still hoping that he'll cash out enough funds before the baby arrives. I wish him and his always eating girl best of luck cause they'll need it in massive amounts....
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Therock5555:
Watch out for the next chapter


My least favorite chapter 😌😌😌😌


Yo, and keep the comments popping, I'm having fun.

Nice update bro.