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The bad guy(Devil)don dey collect him gifts small small ....

Dodoatirice as e don dey red sorry oooo

The Lord is your Strength

Feed us more updates Abegggggg.....

nice one boss.

Mazi Dodo is back

Nigga getting messed up with spiritual things and things

I got to Where the house was situated, tried settling in but i couldn’t, i was just restless. I felt like anything could happen at anytime, just like small wire spark connived and burnt down my 4bedroom bungalow. I decided to do a quick bath and try to see if i could live here or something. For the first time in days, i noticed that inside the socks that i used in covering my severed toes, the number of maggots there or I’d say, removing my sock gave a very foul smell and then inside the said socks was a country of maggots. Tiny little bastards.. plenty and alive and as i held the sock observing it, overweight maggots were happily trying to crawl out of the sock for what I’d say a support system, a ‘Host’ i tossed the smelling socks asides, i was going to burn it after my bath. I took the sock outside after the refreshing bath and, scooped a little petrol from the reserved, poured it on the socks, and set it on fire. I stayed there and watched as the smoke rose from the earth to the high heavens.. shifting my gaze back to the blazing burnout, i got the surprise of my life, this maggots instead of burning, they multiplied in many folds wtf!!! And in their multiplications, they only had one clear mission, finding their way to a host body which was mine.. abi these ones are mad ni? Tsheew, i went to get more petrol, poured more and added plastic runner to the ever evolving country of Maggots rhat scattered about on the floor and gave them the fire scorching/touture of their lives. This time i felt they burnt out. Good riddance..

I went back inside to dress up, looking at the fanciful mirror that adorned the master bedroom, i just rub small expensive lotion for my body and proceeded to rubbing on my skin. The. I started feeling a kind of sensation on my back, a kind of slight pain/plenty sweetness on my back.. i felt my back was sizzling and i felt the need to scratch on the sweet pain.. i turned around backing the mirror to see what was causing the sensation and dammmmn!! I kid you not, i had a country of finger sized maggots etched on their numbers in my back. Like twenty in numbers, life sized. Ahhhhhhh yeeeeeeeh.. i took a spoon from the kitchen and tried to see if i could remove the nearest one closer to my hands reach, and that single one grabbed on my flesh like it was its natural habitat. Wtf!!! It was cringy as hell, i was confused and scared at the same time.. na so i just dey, the though of those parasites in my back sucking my blood and burrowing deep into my skin was worrysome and also the fact that damn** somehow i managed to sleep off with them damn parasites in my back.. i was terrified. I woke up middle of the night, it was blowing really hard outside, all those stormy rain. I got up and decided to reduce the number of open windows and to pump water too. I closed the windows, went to the kitchen and flipped the pumping machine switch from off to on. Then i observed the house that was supposedly next to mine through the kitchen, omo rain no dey fall for their oo.. i observed other similar houses through the sittting room window and the skies were clear and its raining as hell in my own house.. coincidence? Abi awon ara ibi ti gbe isjey won dey??

I was lost at that point and damn, the parasites on my back made it worse mennnnn.. then a large brick from nowhere crashed into the window in the ditting room, i saw it rather too quickly and ducked. Then the stone went for the tv instead. Ahn!!!!! The shatering sounds no be here.. shiiit!!!!!!! I was getting up from tskknh cover and then on the door Knock knock knock!!!

Me:
Who they there

Person:
Na us

Me:
Who

Person:
Awa Oku ni
(Its Dead people)

Ahn!! I went silent like that.. then the knock cane again..

Person:
We just say make we come give you gift.

Me:
(No comment)

But this knocking didn’t stop for about one hour. Then it finally did. Now outside the house, like outside the gate, i had a door bell for visitors to ring. Then this bell started ringing by itself back to back that i got frustrated to the point that, i had to break the phone that connected to the stupid bell. Then enough for the night, morning came sooner and around 7am i try open door the normal way, and it felt like something was barricading the door on the other end/from the outside that i had to push against it real hard with all my strength and when the door finally gave way, it felt like someone emptied several sacks of cash on the entrance. The money plenty die. But who tell this people say i need money tsheeeeeeeeeeeeeew but money no dey reach rich man. No matter how you get money reach, if you see fifty naira for floor, even if you noor take am, your body go react small! But na only my house rain beat sha!!

Nothing last forever.the end is near

Nice updates dodoatirice, next pls.

Problem no dey finish true true....

Las Las everywhere don dey burst....

Wahala everywhere.

It's coming to an end. Nice 'fictional' story with alot of lessons.

Though may not show what's really obtainable, it's a glimpse to show that nothing is as easy as it seems.

dodoatirice:

Abeokuta was welcoming, i settled in well, Baba no sabi where this my other house dey.. though I encountered dust and cobwebs that i cleaned out, in the attached garage, i even had two cars covered and kept there that i had forgotten about… food even dey store for kitchen sef.. i was settling im, not knowing what to expect. Hmmn. Now that i had ditched my phone, i had to replace that, morning to evening nothing happened still, i then drove from my house to Pansheke Adigbe.. sweet roads for my ford tho…i located tarmac at pansheke and negotiated for an iphone paid for it and drove to Obasanjo presidential lodge Nnpc. I settled for the pool area, plugged the new iphone to the power bank i brought along, proceeded to set it up. Called the waiter, ordered a drink. Sipped on it while i set up the iphone. Once done, i conmected to the hotel wifi hotspot and some how, after browsing several pages here an there i stumbled on a post. Damn, we hit the news: post read;

“BABALAWO ARESSTED WITH SEVERAL HUMAN BODY PARTS YAHOO BOI ON THE RUN”

Damn, i quit the blog page immediately, disconnected from the wifi and hit the road again, make popo no go burst me for outside because i sure say like this like this dem dey find me pa.. i got home as fast as i could. Parked the ford, approached the main building, in no time i was inside. I turned on the lights, everything seemed fine but the light in the kitchen didn’t come on, i had gone there to grab a beer from the fridge. I tried to observe if it was probably the bulb or something then a spark from probably the wires and a small fire started from the spark, small tiny fire before i knew jack or jill, the small fire had traveled around and the kitchen was literally in fire. I was too scared to remember to use the fire extinguisher. Then the spreading fire really spread and like play like play, i had to scramble for safety and watched as the whole flat building burned down completely.. i got help from neighbors tho.. but it wasn’t enough.. the fire service arrived after the house had been completely razed!! I could only save the cars.. the bulk money i brought from Lekki, everything ashes.. another house dey, that one wey i build for Shade. Instead of lodging in hotels, make i kuku goo there. I found a driver who would help me drive the extra car and together we headed for another area of Abeokuta.

ashes to ashes

Omo this last update just the rush cold water for my body

The middle of the end

Waiting.

Dod
Abeg na
I no fit count how many times I don come thus page

Only your house rain the fall...maggot for your back..wtf man

dodoatirice!!! update na

Update pls

E be like say we go need tie dodo down anytime we see am

Healthrelatedjo:
E be like say we go need tie dodo down anytime we see am

okay, na sure location be the thing.

E be like my guy no da alright o

Normal normal e for dun update

This is fictional fiction...though clearly stated

This dodo na stingy boy like buhari . You give us sweet soup taste com abandon us when we don know the sweetness.
Dodo! Dodo! Dodo!
Na 3 times I call you.
Come update this thread

dodo peperempe well done, I know this is January and you need add 1+1, but please create time for your fans thanks

Now i figured, the Maggots on my back, they’d started sucking me lean, I couldn’t remove them, they clinged to my skin like 3D tatoos. As the days went by, they fattened up!! Blood suckers!!! I always had this sick feeling and I understood it was the magot effects. It was atleast surprising to me that after the last fire incident in my Obada Iyana-adigbe Abeokuta House, generally my mindset was set to ‘very expectant’ i was like a pregnant woman in her late trimesters. I understood that at anytime the water could break, i understood that anything could happen, to me, may be devastating, may be death. But whatever it was, i just had to seat there and wait for it as there was no running away. One month after, Omo nothing happened, i only had to worry about the blood sucking parasites on my back, sometimes, these leeches they kinds like walk around my back, it happens at least once a day like I’ve observed, the feeling is like scratching sweetie on your blockos.. sometimes when i start feeling the movement, i clench my fists and close my eyes and just revel in the moment of ill pleasure, and as soon as they stop wandering, i start feeling sick.. they suck blood from me and the feeling is pleasurable.. no wonder, sweet things dey kill..

No be say i no dey commot at all, i left the house but on specific occasions and i always kept to the timing. One hour max.. i smoked in my house, and whenever i run out of supplies, I’d throw an oversized graphical shirt over my head, it conceals the bugs on my back very well, I’d then drive the Lexus to my dealers in Myers Abeokuta.. i go collect bag loud, codeine, refnol pills in satchet, molly and Banku in Gramms. If spirit bring riot, i no wan take clear eye see am!!! But still on still, i knew they were looking for me, I didn’t know what to think, will Baba spill the beans? Or had he done so already? How deep of a shit are we in even.

COURT AJOUNRS BABALAWOS CASE ASKS POLICE TO PROVIDE KILLER RITUALIST YAHOO BOI BOBZY RICHIE!!

That was the top news on the local blog that morning. Chai.. i don cast..to cap the mews all up, was a picture of Baba in cuffs. He had long cuffs in his legs and cuffs on his hand.. he had plenty lumps on his face like undone semo, or semo made by an angry housewife plus the subjected look on his face.. dem touch baba gan niyen oo ah..

Gracias

This story eeh, the suspense the kill abeg. As e be say story wan finish, update no dey back 2 back like be4. Dodo you're doing well.

Lol
Na bukolapeperenpe go fit help us with that

T0T0fucker:

okay, na sure location be the thing.

There’s one rules in the streets, the day wey you collect your first dollar like this, juss know say you catcher (popo) don dey outside… you no sabi am him sef no sabi you.. but one dey una go jamm.. but life had to go on even though i had seen Baba on the blog news…i knew they’d have screened his whole life. I knew he’d have spilled everything we’d done together. I didn’t have a reachable phone though, but i had access to my mails. I read an email that wanted me to come to my bank for additional info.. i could go to the Pansheke Abeokuta branch, but i had to think it twice. What if I went and it was a setup by the feds to have me arrested via that medium. My instincts kept thugging, but sometimes, if you go loosegaurd you go loosegaurd forget am.

“If small pikinn dey chop strong meat and e no gree throwey am, na sleep go make am loosegaurd am”

On the other hand, it may not be bad, my money is my money and all the block i had stashed away in that aza , i just couldn’t let it slide like that as I didn’t even have access to my account on the mobile banking… not even ussd… ‘calm’ i said to myself, they may need your bvn or something. Early morning the next day, i got in the Chevrolet Camaro and headed for town.. as i was driving i had said to myself I’d get some supplies On my way back. I approached Pansheke from Mango Abeokuta, and saw what id call and influx of Moshood Abiola Polytechnic, scattered all about, waiting for ‘Specific’ transportation to convey their journey to The Ojere environs where their school was situated. They’d have to wait for the school shuttle which was a cheaper means of transportation and convenience. The moment i pulled up into the traffic that ensued infront of these student, i saw how they looked in Awe at my fine car, i saw how student couples were affected emotionally, i saw how all these small small student yahoobois with their larger than life iphones looked at me in envy because that morning, i let the Camaro fly with all her proudness.. only if these youngins know the bigger price i have paid and still paying shioooor. Then in the midst of it all, i saw one sweet looking babe Standing looking distressed, fine chick ooo.. but emi, moya look away.. I wasn’t about to put up with another would-be Shade if at all and for the fact that i was hiding my face away and fighting my demons, I wouldn’t alow anyone to come into my life, not even because of beauty or friendship.

Traffic eased, and my bank came into view. I was going to pull into the bank premises when i observed a wash station just about a stone throw across the road to the bank.. “why not park and wash while you wait in the bank” i reversed, took a turn, parked and submitted my keys for a thorough wash just after I negotiated the pricing. On foot, i crossed the road and went into the bank. While inside, since it was a bank branch i have never been to, i had to respect myself and just join the queue on the costumer services part of the bank. I took a seat and joined the wait list. Then as i sat and waited there like a kings staff of authority, i looked straight at the table where a guy in his early twenties and a lady prob in her late thirties sat answering to people.. this guy and this lady were both taking turns to admire my watch. As i wore a gold Rolex on my left wrist and let it sit there. Anyway i was used-to attentions like that. Then suddenly, the guy beckoned on me to come forward. It wasn’t my turn yet but he made me jump the line.. i explained the issues on my account to him, he took my info and just a moment. Then from just a moment, i saw him click click around on the computer that sat on his desk backing me. In what seemed like two minutes, he finally looked up at me and i thought he was going to say something. Sire he said something but not really what i was hoping to hear.

“One moment sir, i have to make a copy of this document and be back in no time. Just hang in there”

Alright.. it took this dude another ten minutes before he reemerged and this time, he did so with someone he tagged ‘Bank Manager’ the lady came with questioning looks and asked the guy to bring me to her office. The lady bank manager then disappeared into where she appeared from with the guy earlier. In no time, we were in the managers office and she kept me busy by handing me a form to fill out with the necessary details while she got on the phone. I was trying my all in all to put ink to paper when i just added

“one plus one na two, minus one na three quick maths”
But why am i in this office even, this same form I’m filling out now, the dude at the customer service would have handed it out to me at the other section na, or maybe that’s how they handle customers with fat bank balances like i had.. then she said something that I shouldn’t have paid much attention to because I didn’t know who this Manager lady was speaking to on the other end. As she tried her best to speak in coded tones but as street boi wry i be, i decode am..

Lady:
Yes yes, He’s a match!! But hurry up
About twenty… thirty minutes some
Security?? Oh they’ve been briefed!
Oh thank you. See you then.
(Beep)

Then she looked up at me and tried to see if i got a whiff of her answers on the phone.. me sef i do like say nothing sup.. then she gave me the fakest or wickedest smile in the world. I finally tossed her the papa and rose up to take my leave. (My standing up from that chair in her office was to test her faith) as soon as i stood up to leave i saw her she reacted and that way, she spilled more beans with her action. I told her i was really pressed and really needed to use the rest room, and she could get on with sorting my bank I’ll be back in just a minute. I closed the door to her office behind me and once outside, i decided to just wait by her office door for a minute longer. I needed more observations, i needed to know what i was dealing with, I wasn’t about to walk into a live trap.. no way..
I was gonna move when i heard

Lady:
Hello Bada, please there’s a guy that left my office now to pee, (gave my details) please don’t let him go, the police will be here soon for him. If he comes close to the gate, arrest him and hold him down.

Ah then that was it, just what i needed to hear! How do i escape here? I moved further down the hallway, went to the restroom and thought my life was about to end damn!! Then on the other cubicle compartment of the restroom, a guy emerged, he was trying to tuck in his shirt. I locked the bathroom door from behind and walked up to him, face to face, i offered to buy his outfit or take it from him by force. He wanted to shout and i told him if he did, I’d shoot him right there. I wasn’t holding a gun but his best bet was i had the gun concealed somewhere and i may mean what i said. Sharp sharp e commot everything. I removed my clothes too snd gave it to him in exchange. I told him i had no cash, and told him how much my Rolex was in the general market and how much was worth in the black market and i breezed out of the toilet leaving him bewildered. I emerged into the banking hall and asides from the hustles and bustles of the bank, i could see heavily armed policemen trying to make their way into the bank. I walked to where the bank souvenirs were arranged, i picked a black bank that clearly stated the name of the bank and covered my head with it, i joined the queue of people that were leaving the banking hall through the auto slider security door that was operated by one of the security guys. The police guys were outside and one buy one they entered through the same way we were supposed to leave. In no time i was inside that security door one minute jail, and then i was outside. Then i trekked to the gate in a slow but steady pace like that. I got outside, quickly crossed the road without the stupid rule of look right look left then right again, got to the wash station, grabbed my keys I didn’t even pay for the wash, then zoomed off. Chai, e be plenty things. This paper chasing dream don cast me!!!!!

Omo na so popo for take burst you, mazi dodo you write well.

Bukolaberry:
dodo peperempe well done, I know this is January and you need add 1+1, but please create time for your fans thanks

No vez, bills be taking the writing moral off me sometimes. Assuming say i be ritualist now, i go don know say money bomb go dey blow for my room, but the end result noor good..

One thing about being a daddy is, you got dreams, but bills won’t let you be!!

Chai, no lie, miscellaneous naim dey chop money pass.

No vez everybody, make sure you eat some Dodo ati rice this morning

Hungerbadoo:
Omo na so popo for take burst you, mazi dodo you write well.

Thanks Boss