My life as a yahoo boy season 1&2

Episode 15 From that incident have learnt not to trust anyone. And I was more mindful of eke anywhere I went. I lived my life quite lowkey during my remaining days in ib. I finished my I.T two months later, I submitted the Mobile App I developed for them and taught them how to use it. my send forth day was also the day the App was launched so dignitaries came from different branches of the company, requesting for my help with creating the d App also. Doors of blessings were just opened before me. I went back to Futa for my Final Year , I stayed at krissh domot for road block permanently , krissh and I were so much into YY that no amount in our account was satisfying. Anytime we feel we have over spent during a weekend, we sit down and put our heads together to think of new formats to get doe's from maye's. I defended my project quiet easily before those professors because I was a guy of confidence and I was very much knowlegible about what I was defending. It was during my final exams that things took a new turn, I knew I wasn't really good with definitions and cramming. And I can't afford to stay an extra year in school, so I resorted to mingling with some unserious course mates of mine, they are from rich families I guess. And what they do during exams is approach the most intelligent but corrupt course mate of ours, a guy called stephen, he had the ability to predict almost correctly what the lecturer would set for exams. So stephen would jot, then the rest of them would make photocopies in the nearest cafe and shared it amongst themselves, I connected to them to tap from the anointing also. During exams girls would come and sit near us to tap also. I eventually graduated with a third class from Futa and was shipped off to the North for NYSC. A new facet of my life, I remembered how I felt when I found out I was to serve in the North. A good illustration of how I felt would be that beat up bbm smiley. I was the butt of my friend's jokes as they were posted to more favorable locations. The fact I had bragged about working my service to lagos state made it even more painful. The first thing I did was to purchase and end of discussion. To make my movements within the state easy, I could have bought a better car, but knew my days are numbered in Nigeria. Well serving in Gombe had it's perks. Orientation camp was mightly fun. I met some fellow Futa guys there, though we never rapped back then I Futa, but because of the new found situation, we became friends. We quickly developed a reputation for ourselves as a result of spending spree at the mammy market. We became friends with nost of the soldiers and Man O' War. Guys (so we didn't partake in the parade or obstacle courses), dated the finest girls in camp. We were IT! . For the first ten days or so, I hooked up with one fine ibo girl, chisom from Imsu. Things got complicated when one of the NYSC officials developed an interest in her as well. She felt she needed him to help secure her re deployment. As a sharp nigga, I paved way. It's funny how we see our selves as players in camp because it was easy to get girls, when in fairness, these girls just wanna have fun. Most of them were either married or engaged, so they viewed the NYSC as their last hoorah. My guy Alfred, experienced this first hand. He dated the biggest girl in camp, she spent money on him and after camp they lived together in a nice, cosy apartment she paid for. He was the envy of all. One morning this girl woke up and told him she was traveling to lagos.... For her wedding!!!.. Alfred was stunned! We all were. She didn't even mention for once she had been engaged. Poor Alfred has to leave their cosy apartment at federal low cost, to squat with some of his buddies. After camp, I was posted to a village called Kumu, in Akko LGA to teach computer studies. I was wondering how a working boy like me would cope in a class as a teacher but I'av got no options,it's a service to the nation. The village was barely a 40minutes drive away from the state capital so I lived in the capital and went to the village once every week. The first day I walked into class, the students, some who could barely speak english were all exicted, calling me "Young Corper", I decided to teach them that day for about 30mins. After the teaching. Me : class do you understand ? Students: Ba Turanchi!!! (Meaning No English) Mehn that was the last day I taught them anything. In fact, I went to the school only to obtain my clearance letters. I still view the entire NYSC scheme as a waste of time, a brilliant initiative which has outlived it's importance. So rather than wasting time teaching students who fail to understand either by their own fault or the corper's inability to teach, the federal government should channel the time and resources into educating graduates on skill acquisition, entrepreneurship, SMEs and job procurement by coaching them on how to prepare a standard resume or approach a job interview, simple skills yet lacking in many graduates. Sadly, elements in the government view the NYSC as a lucrative money - making scheme. Hence enough time for me to face yy full time

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Episode 16 The 1st month or so after the camp was boring as hell. Most of my buddies in camp had secured their redeployment but for some reasons, mine didn’t work out so I was alone. But for few corper girls who were more eager to warm my bed , waiting for the next list. It was during this period I met Alex and James. Alex was a graduate from LAUTECH while James attended UNILORIN. They were both YY niggas, but Alex was the one with the vast knowledge and skills about the game. I got to learn a lot from him. He always brag about his previous school, calling it “home of yahoo boy”. I sort of agreed with that, because he was into stuff I never dream trying. Even his dating was advanced. James on the other hand is mainly into goods and Apartment, Alex and James lived in the house opposite mine, and most times I sleep over at their place. Suddenly life in Gomber became bearable with my new friends. We lived very close to the Gomber state University, so we often ate our meals in the schoool canteen, we began to spend a lot of our free time within the school premises either playing basketball with the students or watching them playing. We became popular amongst the students because of our extravagant lifestyle. Life chidinma sang, we were the “ballers”. And girls in the school tick around us so they could get to ride in our cars, but the way things end up were always romantic. One day, a group of students of the school, 7 boys, approached us claiming they kneW were “bag guys” Me : hello what do you mean by that ? 1st guy : we know a bad guy when we see one. 2nd guy : see the cars you guys ride. 3rd guy : you guys are dope. 4th guy : we just want in! 1st guy : please don’t deny us. We just kept staring at them. James and I didn’t treat them seriously, but Alex being a Yahoo guru and a very cunny fella all the way from lautech, seems to have his own plan. Alex : No qualms now, we got you back, na we we. they all smiled. Alex : for now let’s roll, we would talk better later. They chorused : yes boss! James and I gave each other a “what is he planning” look. They hoped into our cars and we had a nice time that evening clubbing. ————————————————- Later that evening, the guys have departed. In Alex room. Alex : hmmmn life is good ( sinking into the bed) James and I were playing Winning eleven on his pc. Me : Alexix you sabi say you dey craze sha Alex : which kind talk be that ? Me : what are you planning by agreeing with those boys ? James : I wonder o. Alex : (smiling) you guys are funny, so you think say na only white be maga, black maga sef dey. Me : I don’t get you, o boy engligthen me ( dropped the game pad and turns towards him) Alex : normal normal now, they wanna be among abi. You guys should just watch and learn. James : you are always looking for trouble. Me : yeah you don’t even know what those guys are capable of . Alex : just watch, I’d invite them here tomorrow and you will see how I roll. Me : smh am famished what’s for dinner jae. Alex : na your mama cook for here abi, better step out and buy something before those shops close. Me : you dey craze , like hunger sef no dey worry you. James : oh boy let’s go and get something jae and leave this crazy guy. James and I stepped out to purchase suya and some soft drink to step it down. We met two dope looking girls just leave the suya man stand. Mehn it was like a sudden current was increased in my body. With they way they were dressed, it was obvious they were indigenes. James noticed I was staring at them. James : better don’t try anything funny, you’ve forgotten the story we heard in camp, about the boys in this area. They don’t like strangers messing with their girls, better let’s face what we came here for and go back in peace. Me : ah you dey craze, so you believe such superstition, abeg buy my own suya too I go meet you at home. I left him to follow the girls. To be continued Read more [url=http://coolval.com]here[/url]

Episode 17 it’s been a while here though, the delay was simply due to health issues. My Life As A Yahoo Boy is back and better By the time I moved closer to them another girl joined them, and they kept moving together. I follow the trio till they got to a footpath leading to where I never knew. I approached them. Me : hi girls. Lady one : hey young corper good evening Me : aha how come you know am a corper. Lady two : aha you guys are the talk of the town now. Lady three: (smiling) corper’s are always popular around here. Me : okay girls, am ife by name , can I know yours? Lady one : I’m zainnab by name but you can call me zainny. Lady two : (straight face) hadijat. Lady three: Alina. Me : Alina ? That’s all ? Alina : yeah it’s an english name. Me : nice one. I sort of liked the girl alina more because of her physical features, besides she seems more accommodating than the rest, and looks tush. Me : okay what are you girls doing tomorrow ? Zainny : why asking ? Me : so maybe you could hang with my friends and I (winks). Zainny : I guess I’d be busy although tomorrow. Hadijat : same here also Then I turned to Alina with a pleading/ questioning look. Me : what about you ? Alina : I should be free around 5pm in the evening. “Alina!” The two other girls chorused. Alina : what! Me : oh thanks I’d be delighted, can I have your digits, so I could give you a reminder call ? We exchanged digits , but the two others girls didn’t stop staring at us. I smell jealousy. Just ignored them and kept talking with alina alone as we were moving down the footpath. Me : alright guess I have to head back now, thanks for sparing me your time I turned and left them, heading back to the Suya man side if I could still meet him there. Unfortunately he wasn’t there, so I turned towards the road leading to my area. Was yet to take my third step when three dark muscular guys blocked me. Two of the guys were saying some stuffs in hausa language that I couldn’t pick. Then one of them pushed me backward, then I know they meant trouble. They kept ranting. Then I noticed they pointed to the road I was coming from. I then concluded it has something to do with the girls I spoked with earlier. Me : guys calm down. Mehn they didn’t listen or perphaps they don’t even understand what I was saying. The third guy who was yet to make a move or say anything since aside from staring, brough out a small dagger from underneath his cloth. Mehn my heart skipped counts. 3rd guy: listen to me very welli. Ko this is your last warning fa. If I see you with any of our ladies hen , in this community, walahi I will cut you into pieces and use you for kilishi. Seems he was the only one who could speak english a little. Mehn I was just speechless, the other two were still blubbering in their language, I just kept nodding. Until the greatest shock happened. 3rd guy : walahitali if you no run now ko. I go use this knife cut ya head. On hearing that, I took to my heels, this life is too short. I speed directly into alex and james apartment. The door wasn’t locked. So I barged in. I was breathing like a live goat. I couldn’t find my voice, it’s been long I ran like that. I just kept pointing to the door. Alex who was busy with his pc initially,rushed to the door and locked it with the key. James : guy relax, siddon, wetin dey chase you ? I was still speechless, still trying to normalize my breathe. Alex peeped via the blinds of the window. Alex : nothing is out here. James : alaye what’s with you na ? Me : haha ha (breathing slowly) nothing much, haven’t just been this close to death before . Alex : just relax and tell us wetin happen. Minutes later when I was settled , I narrated All that happened to the duo, but I got from them was laughter instead of a little compassion which I was expecting. I was pissed by this, as in greatly pissed. Gosh do those girls worth my life sef. James : you know I told you earlier, before you approached them, but you no dey listen. I dunno what you see in those girls. Alex : those university girls ain’t enough for ya hun ? You wan come dey do area parole. You dey craze fa. Dem for slash your face and give you a mark as remembrance. Mehn I was vexed , regret telling them anything at all. In annoyance, I barged out and headed to my own apartment for the night. In my room, I couldn’t help but to think and ruminate, the events just kept replaying in my head. To be continued

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Episod 18 The group seven GSU students who approached us once that they want to join our group, approached us again one day on the field. They assumed we were cultists in our university days, so wanted to ‘belong’. James & I didn’t treat them seriously but Alex, being the cunning fella he was, decided to play along. We ended up collecting 10,000 naira from each of these wannabe gangsters as membership fee. Alex had them believe it would take months before their initiation because we couldn’t initiate them without our ‘leader’ who lived in the South. He assured them that pretty soon our leader would arrive Gombe to perform the rites. They bought the story hook, line & sinker. I really don't find clients on facebook. Except for the Miss. Rose who I do legit with, I simply don’t understand how boys waste their time on facebook?! No maga to pay… but I am forced to sign-up (by Alex actually). Killing two birds with one stone… I opened a new yahoo mail, ID: Barbara Simpson, 20 years old and an aspiring model. I also downloaded lots of pictures for my new identity, very sexy. Barbara Simpson would have. Day to day I would be at home either hustling or clubbing. Seriously I never felt wasted in my life like this. I was making lots and lots of money though. But likewise I was wasteful, wasn't conscious of my spending, I flash my money at any slight instant. Social Life in Gombe was unexpectedly fun. NYSC Doctors, Bankers & Gombe United footballers were the biggest boys in town. I still think its unfair that those Doctors received over 90,000 naira while ‘ordinary corpers’ were receiving 9,500 naira as ‘Allowee’. We didn’t let the Federal government’s injustice affect us though, we balled! Following our reputation within the walls of GSU, we became friends with another set of students, these ones were the most popular boys in school. They were socially-aware rich kids. They had money to blow & fine girls in tow. I became particularly close with 1 of them, samkay (real name samuel), a yoruba boy from Kwara state because of our physical resemblance. We were often asked if we were brothers. Showboy was the most popular boy in school, the school’s Social Director. These kids showed us the life in Gombe. Among them was Yaks, a Fulani boy whose maternal granddad was the then Deputy Governor of Bauchi State. During the Ramadan fasting, Yak would invite us to his house by 7pm daily to ‘break fast’. We were feasting every night, Fulani style! They made some weird dishes though. My favourite was ‘Massa’ with chicken sauce. I also enjoyed their ‘Kunu’ mixed with groundnut powder & lots of milk! Yaks was a Ladies man, helped by his extreme good looks & fat pocket. Through him I met Aminat, a light- skinned Fulani damsel. Hadi (as she was fondly called), was a beauty to behold. Elegant with flawless skin, her smile would melt any man’s heart. She had her secondary school education in Lagos, so it was easy to relate with her, as she was a lot more enlightened than most indigenes. We became an item, much to the chagrin of other female students. To be fair & not to sound self-absorbed, I was blessed with charming good looks myself, 6ft tall & with surfboard abs. Complement that with a wicked dress sense and you’ll understand why women simply can’t resist me. My feelings for Alimant at that time, was the closest I had gotten to being in love. I say this because, I wasn’t in a hurry to get her in bed. I actually took my time with her which was new to me then. I know some of the ladies reading this would quickly label me a player. I have always treated my women with maximum respect & care. As a matter of fact, I have really have any good relationship. I simply belong to the school of thought that says, why date when you can just have fun and freestyles! Well with Aminat it was different. I was content with foreplay. She had the softest lips & was inexperienced in the art of kissing. She was ready to learn though & I was more than a willing teacher. My feelings for her grew beyond sex. To be honest, her virginity made it easy & the fact that I lived in a somewhat volatile Muslim community didn’t help matters either. I remember Alex bringing his GSU girl home one night. A cute Muslim girl named Aisha. On their way to our flat, Alex got stoned with a rock & was almost mobbed by some of the youths in the community. These youths or touts popularly referred to as Kalare Boys, guess they were in the same group of the boys that threatened me the last time,they were notorious violent anarchists. In fact we were warned when we 1st moved into the community to avoid getting in trouble with them. It was obvious they didn’t want us around their muslim girls. So my relationship with Aminat stayed within the school’s premises. One certain evening like that, I was in my room with Aminat, we were having one of those foreplay sessions of hers, but I couldn't hold it any longer, it's been a while have had sex. I was moving hands towards her holies of holies. Then she stopped me, in annoyance and frustration. I sent her away, though I know she must be feeling dejected, but it's not just my thing. I decided to call alina, the girl I met on that dreadful night. Dialed her number repeatedly but she wasn't picking up. I then called showboy, I knew since he was very much social able he should be able to fix me with a clean bae. Me : hello Showboy: hello chairman Me : how far now Showboy: I just dey lowkey o Me : where you at ? Showboy : in the school canteen o Me : okay I'd meet you there in the next 10mins. I drove to the canteen sharply and lo and behold, to my greatest surprise. I met. Showboy and alina eating on the same table in the canteen, they were smiling and eating. Chai hausa girls self dey flet. I just ignored her presence. And resolved to sitting by a table opposite theirs. Then showboy noticed my presence. He left Alina to join me where I sat. Showboy : have you heard the latest. Me : what's new about this boring state hun ? Showboy : some folks are organizing a modeling audition,heard they are selecting around states, and they are taking them to lasgidi, and they need guys. I heard they pay quiet well. You should go for it. Me : tchew do I look like I need money, all I need are girls to flex with. Showboy : now that's why I'm suggesting this to you. The female models and the male models do have some kind of hmmmn , you grab, and girls love models a lot. And with you cuteness you'd be a right man for this. Once they give you finishing touching. My guy you won't be hunting for girls , they would hunt for you. Hmmmn seems there is sense in what this guy is saying, besides, I can't just be flexing with a lot of months I have left. And I really have to look fresh for the any white maga am going to use as my stay in the overseas. Best of it all, money is in it and girls too. What's more to gain in life than this. I didn't waste any minute. Me : oh boy, where are they registering ? To be continued

Episode 24 Lying sideways on the bed, with nothing but a red G- string on, was John Smith smiling seductively at me. I was irritated to say the least. Ordinarily, I would have stormed out of the room but for the ridiculousness of the situation, I stayed as I wanted to find out what this retard had planned. ME: C'mon, what’s the meaning of this? John Smith : what do you think it is? ME: errm… You acting really weird? John Smith : There’s nothing weird about it. Don’t u like it? ME: Like what? John Smith : or don’t I look sexy? He said this rubbing his hands all over his thighs. At this point it became less annoying & just plain silly. So I sat down on 1 of the chairs in the room & decided to play along. John Smith: Don’t just sit there, come join me on the bed ME: Are you serious? John Smith : of course I am. How do you think the game works? ME: You mean I have to get in bed with you to get a contract? John Smith : Yes my dear. That’s what everybody does. ME: So you’ve slept with all your models? John Smith: No, just the male ones. Didn’t your friend Olisa update you before coming here? That last bit of information was a little disturbing. The thought of Olisa in bed with John Smith, a fairly macho dude himself turned my stomach. My mind immediately drifted back to all the times Olisa would touch me at the gym whilst commenting on my biceps or my abs or any other muscle in my body. Never for once did I suspect he was gay. Well as a sharp guy, knowing my modeling career was over even before it started, I took out my phone & quickly took pictures of John Smith. He pounced on me but I was out of the door before he could get a hold of me. He ran out after me but soon realized he had nothing on so turned back to his room. He called the reception to stop me but I was out of there before they realized what was happening. I boarded a cab & dialed his number on my way home. It was a thursday. I had to drive back to Gombe for my clearance for the week. I was getting bored in the car, so I called John Smith. ME : Hey John Smith John Smith : What do you want? ME : I’m still trying to figure out what I want John Smith: Ok, I’ll offer you a contract ME: Do you think I still wanna be a model after what just happened? John Smith : Then get on with it, name your price. ME: How much are you willing to pay to avoid these pictures getting to the press? Does your wife know about your love for the D? Is your son aware? John Smith : Please you can’t do that to me. My life will be ruined. I’ll give you whatever you want, please just don’t expose those pictures. ME: I’ll send my account number to you & I expect to have 1, 000,000 Naira paid in before 4pm today John Smith : What?! A million Naira? Are you crazy? ME: yeah, Crazy enough to send these pictures to the press. John Smith: ok, ok, I’ll head to the bank right away just send your bank details but u have to promise me you’ll delete those pictures right away. ME: You have my word Hung up. Looking back, I think I should have asked for more money. Well, I wasn’t the type that deprived pleasure in black mailing blacks like me, I barely acted on my instincts. Besides, a million Naira wouldn't hurt him much, though his money won't make much difference to the amount I have, but just had to teach him a lesson. I got to Gombe expecting to be a million naira richer. The following day which was friday, It was past 2pm already still no credit alert from my bank. I waited patiently, looking at my phone every now and again expecting ‘that’ text message to arrive. You know that feeling you get when expecting a bank deposit and your phone rings alerting you to a text message? Then the feeling you get after opening the message only to find a text from a random four digit number telling you to subscribe for Caller tunes, or some other unnecessary information. Well at exactly 3:55pm my phone rang. It was indeed a text message! I heaved a huge sigh of relief & opened the message. Lo & behold! it was a text message from JOHN SMITH… The text read… “If you think you can blackmail me with a silly picture, think again. If u dare expose that pic, I promise to make your life a living hell. I talked to my lawyers & they have assured me that we can make a case & sue. So I’ll see you in court if you decide to act foolish” Wow! I wasn’t expecting things to take this turn. It’s likely to get ugly. What’s up with rich folks threatening the poor with lawyers these days? Whenever shit hits the fan, they call their lawyers. Now John Smith was threatening with one like I couldn’t afford to get a lawyer myself. Mumu guy, likes he thinks money is my problem. ‘Pro bono’, so… I thought about putting an end to this deal & just get on with my life but then I pictured what that life would be like. I know life can be easy, and I know opportunity come but once, blah blah blah , just have to make money out of this GAY guy! I saw modeling as a ticket to the good life, a way out of idleness, a way to catch fun, look good. Now I can’t have that because of a bloody faggot! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not homophobic, even though I don’t like them very much, I believe everyone’s got their life to live & it’s one’s right to live as he pleases, just don’t involve me in your lifestyle. I’m totally against the unfair treatment currently meted out to the gay population in our society. I thought the bill passed by the Legislative was against Gay marriages and not copulation? I believe its nobody’s business where a man chooses to put his dick. So why harass these people for what they do privately, in their bedrooms? If we decide to play the moral or religious card by saying God frowns at their acts then, shouldn’t there be a ban on premarital sex entirely, be it same sex or with the opposite sex? God frowns at sexual immorality, period! We’re just being hypocrites if you ask me. My bane with John Smith isn’t because he’s gay but that he tried to take advantage of me & I don’t forgive easily. I needed to teach him a lesson, if not for myself, then for the sake of other aspiring models out there. He messed with the wrong cat this time. So I took out my laptop and edited the picture using photo shop, making his face blurry so he couldn’t be identified. I posted the picture on twitter with the caption: ‘Supermodel! I think @John_Smith should sign this dude to his agency…lol” Within 3 hours, the picture was trending on twitter. It had gotten loads of retweets & hilarious comments. Twitter was buzzing! Some tweeps even suggested I exposed the dude. Then I received a mention that surprised me much. John Smith replied my tweet with the words ‘LMAO… Are you serious?’. I replied immediately saying ‘You bet I am! I’ll even post the real pic so you can see how cute he is’. My phone rang instantly, It was John Smith calling ME: Hello John Smith : What the fuck is wrong with you? ME: yo John! I was expecting a thank you. I just made you famous on twitter! At least by tomorrow after I expose the real picture, you’ll be a star. John Smith : You must be crazy young man! ME: imagine the publicity you’ll get! You’ll probably feature on every entertainment blog John Smith : Well if you choose to carry on with this insanity, you’ll hear from my lawyers tomorrow ME: Oh please! The lawyer threats again? I bet your wife would be very supportive and the companies you do business with would be more than… WTF?! He hung up on me! Now he’s left me no choice. I know this isn’t the most honorable thing to do but then show me 1 wealthy person who got to that position in life by being honourable. When life throws you lemons, you make lemonade right? Well I enjoy mine with a little vodka in it. I saw this as an opportunity & what is it they say about opportunity? It cometh but once. I wasn’t going to let this one chance pass me by. John Smith must have read my mind because at that instant my phone rang. It was a text message. ‘Alright you win. I’ll pay the money 1st thing tomorrow. Please delete that picture. PLEASE’ After reading that text, I was ecstatic! It felt like my favourite team just won the champions league. No, scratch that. It felt like Rita Dominic just agreed to marry me! I’ve always had a crush on that one hey… story for another day. I could barely sleep that night. You know when you’re anticipating something great the next day, you tend to wake up early and it appears as if time is ‘taking its time’. I slept at about 1am. I woke up thinking it was dawn already. I checked the time, it was 4am! I couldn’t fall back asleep. I stayed awake chatting and hustling online with my maye's. After about what seemed like 3 hours, I checked the time again, it was 4:30am! I decided to stop waiting & keep my mind busy. I decided to listen to a music that would ginger my spirit, because I like my music extremely loud. So I plugged in my headphone. I figured I was in the mood to listen to Fela. I went to the fridge & got out a small bottle of Alomo bitters. Why do people bother with this drink really? The taste is horrible! It doesn’t smell good but we love it, don’t we? I think the idea of a ‘healthy high’ was what got me started & the small size of the bottle meant you drank in moderation. Plus given the price, it is a no-brainer! So I sat up in bed sipping my Alomo, listening to Fela, waiting for dawn. I visited my favourite sport sites. I did virtually everything to past time. I even visited Dopepopz, I read some cool stories Teenage Love, Shade of Lust, later I got bored and sleepy read the stories, I then switch to check out some gist via linda ikeji's blog, the trending posts weren't captivating to me, I find most of these ‘gossips’ to be super annoying. With stories like ‘See Don Jazzy’s tweet to Tiwa Savage’; ‘Wizkid takes selfie in a toilet"; ‘Davido bought a new shoe’; ‘See the food Tonto Dike ate last night’. How does any of that amount to gossip? Why would I care about the food Tonto Dike had for dinner? Most of these amateur bloggers should find something else to do with their time. They all recycle the same stories. They copy a story, word for word, from Linda Ikeji’s blog & post on theirs not bothering to edit or name their source. Little wonder as to why she’s making so much money & they aren’t. Professionalism pays. My conscience was slowly catching up with me. There’s no honour in blackmail a naija guy like me, we all know it's hard to make money in this country, if you ain't a politician. I was beginning to have second thoughts, then this particular song came on, GENTLEMAN. In the words of the great Abami Eda I realised “I no be gentleman at all”. I know Fela wasn’t encouraging anybody to do wrong with that song but then its like a parable. Whichever translation works for you. Its funny the lengths we’ll go to justify a wrong deed. I quickly brushed that thought aside. I aint giving up now, not when I’m this close to getting paid. At last, the first light of dawn. I got out of bed, to my cloths to the dry cleaner, then, came back home, took a chilled Fuman Juice in the refrigerator, sat on my bed with my pc, and I hustle on, while sipping the Juice in a cup. At about 9am, I received a text from John Smith. ‘I’m on my way to the bank. Please confirm your details again’ I duly obliged. Now I was waiting for that all important text, the credit alert. It took a little over 20 minutes for the sacred alert to come in. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the figures 1,000,000. Maga don pay. Then I received another text. This time it was from John Smith. ‘I’ve paid the money into your account. I trust you’ll do the right thing by deleting the picture & my phone number as well. Don’t contact me again & If by any means, the picture is exposed & I lose everything I’ve worked for, I’ll find you & I’ll kill you’ That sunk in. I believed every word of that text. I quickly deleted the picture. There’s no point keeping it & I wouldn’t want anyone having access to it because I didn’t want to find out if he was bluffing or not. I want to believe ‘hell hath no fury like a gay nigga scorned’. I received another text. From John Smith yet again. ‘You know Karma is a bitch right???’ To be continued.

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Why Did He Said That?

Waiting 4 D Next Epi

Hmmn.... Blackmailers.... And d stupid Gay

I hope u are not in any shit

Hmmmm..

hope u aint in trouble..

Beta watch ur back... Mr. John Smith wont qive dat amount without a fiqht.

you shouldn't have deleted that picture because he might try to fight back

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karma is _______ ryt?

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Episode 20 .Having gain that much from John Smith. I partied and mingle with Alex and James and some couple of yahoo guys in gombe. Notwithstanding, I enjoyed every bit of my stay in Gomber especially now I had funds to spend, albeit ill-gotten. Nevertheless, John Smith's last message still troubled me… “You know Karma’s a Dam right?” KARMA? What does Karma really mean? Last time I checked, it’s a Bhuddist belief that whatever you do comes back to you. Well, thank God I’m not a Bhuddist. If anything, John Smith got served by Karma, I was just the delivery guy. We were in a club, around GSU, breaking bottles as usual. When a older guy of around forty came in. He was keenly staring at me in particular. He seem like and igbo guy. Later on, most of my guys were already tipsy, and I don't get tipsy not until the seventh bottle. I then approached the guy, guess I had the courage due to what I had drank. Me : hey man, what you looking at ? Strange man : boy have your sit. (Pointing to a chair beside him. I obliged and sat down by him. Strange man : young man, my name is chidi, and I was also once like you. Me : mister I don't get. Chidi : with the way you are spending spree and talking, I know what you are. Me : what am I ? Chidi : a wire wire ofcousre. Me: (shocked) his it that obvious. Chidi : I told you I was once like you. Me : (took a cursory look at him) then what happened? Chidi : let go outside, the walls has hears. As a yoruba guy, I understood that statement. I followed him out. He pointed to a green car. I followed him and we both sat in. Chidi : well let me tell you my story so you learn. I am chidi like I said earlier, what people used to know as yahoo , a term used to defraud unsuspecting and gullible persons, especially foreigners, through the internet, has gone beyond mere conversation and emotional chat. During my time yahoo plus was the trend in cybercrime world, as operators have resorted to using fetish means to hypnotize their victims in order to get what they want from them. I ventured into cyber crime eight years ago, after several attempts to gain admission into the university failed. Unfortunately, five years down the line, I could only get myself this Nigerian used vehicle. My sudden change of mind, followed a startling discovery that human parts were being used to prepare concoction that would hypnotise victims. “ You may not believe me but it is true. Those who are into yahoo plus use charm to hypnotize their victims. This is because the ordinary yahoo no longer yield the desired result. Our targets are getting wiser and no longer fall prey . “When I noticed that I was not making any headway in yahoo business, I decided to inquire from some of my friends who were in same business but were living better off. To my surprise, I was made to understand that the in-thing was yahoo plus. I decided to embark on a journey to Benin Republic in the company of Chuks, Odinakachukwu and Chionye. There, we met a herbalist who told us to buy three live cocks and other items which he used to prepare some concoction for us. After that, we were asked to stand in front of the shrine,while the herbalist chanted incantations that would enhance our success in yahoo plus. “As we left for Nigeria, we were given some concoction which the herbalist said were prepared with human parts. We were asked to put the concoction in our mouths whenever we wanted to type or discuss with our victims. But when I got home, I became restive. I remembered my mum’s admonition never to go into anything fetish but to serve the almighty God. I kept the concoction away and watched as events unfolded. Three months later, one of us Chuks, made 3000 dollars But Odinakachuckwu lost his younger brother who went to use his laptop. The instruction of the herbalist was that no one except him, should use his laptop. Just as we were smarting from that, Chionye lost his girlfriend. “I decided to quit at that point because I did not want anyone to die on my account. I am therefore decided to quit yahoo finally". I broke my laptop into pieces and here I am living like a freelance. But I know I have a settled mind. Me : well with all you have said, I am not into yahoo plus, neither would I shed any blood. I just get lucky and I understand the game better. Chidi : but do you know karma would come for you one day? Me : it's not possible, am not doing anything too wrong. Chidi: what you sow you reap. Me : alaye enough of the preaching. You are the one who wants to be like this. Have got to ball. Mister double your hustle, no time for lamentation. Chidi : wetin my eyes done see, wetin my hears don hear, in this game. You don't know. Me : mister have a good night. I stepped out his car, slammed the door, and went back to join my guys. Ish what's with this Karma of a thing sef. Getting back home that night I reflected on what chidi said, though I’ve always had my reservations on cheating people online especially vulnerable women, which was why I switched from dating to goods and apartment, but I had gotten to that point in life where money must be made. So I continueD my journey to been a Yahoo Boy. Two months left for my passing out parade. So I knew I had limited time, I had to do comprehensive dating now, to see who I could be my way out of the country. I thought miss rose was the one. But she wasn't replying my mails any longer. Then I met a new zealand woman on one of the popular dating site. She seem rich with the pictures on her profile. I claimed to be christopher williams, a guy based in malaysia. I used my real pictures, because by that time, I was almost fresh and very light, due to the modeling treatments have had days back. we started chatting, and in matter of days she was into me, I devoted my time to chat her, I'd wake up all night to chat with her. She fell in love with me. My first payment from her was when I claimed to be in possession of gemstone worth $18,050,000, which he purportedly inherited from my father. With time I was able to make of $267, 000, (about N53 million) from her. Yet she never suspected anything. She was lost in the love I showered on her. Then she initiated that I come over to New. Zealand. To be continued

Hmmm.

You Are Just Endangering Your Life!

Hmmn... Ogbologbo

Watching keenly

So what was ur reply

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hmmmmm

den u tell her to send u t.fare moni

aye gba jeje

let wait and what next .......

What ur say.. hmmm

Still following.

Episode 21 “Karma is a bit-ch” That statement still kept ringing imaginary bells in my ear. But seriously, I know my game and I know how to play safe, so I really don’t give the statement too much concern. I started setting in places my traveling documents. Though to be sincere, no place is quite sure yet. Lagos became like another home for me, because of the fun I’d tasted their, I kept going to Gombe and Returning to Lasgidi. On a day like that I was in a bank with some. Friends of mine in lagos then, to cash out some cash via moneygram when I saw John Smith coming in and was talking with the security. The John Smith dude was slowly becoming a bogeyman in my life. The last time I saw him was at a show at Eko Hotel & Towers, I had to boycott the red carpet just to avoid him & we’ve managed to avoid each other all this while, so why have our paths decided to cross now? First thing that came to my mind was Karma? Was the bitch about to fuck me up? I didn’t wanna find out. I just collect the panama, one of my friends was putting on, and placed it on my head, then put on my sun shade, to complete, iif you knew me before I bet you wouldn’t recognize me. My friends were all aware of my previous encounter with John Smith so I didn’t have to say much they got the message when I pointed to his direction with style. The statement “Karma is a bitch”. Sort of got me thinking to the point that I find my self, stepping into a catholic church. It’s been a years have stepped into one. But with the feeling of bad omen I was having around me. I just decided to see if attending church could sort of guarantee me being safe. My birthday was fast approaching & I had made up to try and limit my yahoo scams to a minimum but like every other habit, it wasn’t easy to drop. I was making more money now than I ever did, all my clients were paying like they were spellbound. I couldn’t just turn away from all that money! The devil surely has his ways of keeping us in his team. I wasn’t going to let him win this battle though. But basically I dropped dating, I was just into goods full time, I attended mass at least twice a month but I became more involved, attending sunday mass more frequently, made anonymous donations, I even went for confession. I drew closer to God because I realized my love for money wasn’t easy to drop & I needed spiritual help and guidance. The harder I tried to leave the game, the more money I made. Clients I hadn’t spoken to in months began to reconnect. One of them Cindy williams, who was the COO (Chief Operating Officer) of a major company in Australia, was in her late forties & married to a billionaire when we met online but she was having marital issues so I insisted she finalized her divorce before we got into anything serious. She duly obliged and then I insisted she got rid of the diamond ring her husband gave her, so as to erase any form of reminder. She agreed to let go, so I convinced her to send the ring to me instead to help her dispose. I got a contact in the UK who sold the ring for $70,000! She kept on paying me for months despite several attempts by her friends and family to discourage her from doing so. She believed I was real. Poor Cindy. Don’t be too quick to tag her as gullible because I had a pretty tight game. I could easily scam you too. Wouldn’t you believe a person is real if you saw him/her via web cam, spoke with his mom, account officer, saw his account statement, signed contract documents? Knowing what you now know, you would disagree but trust me, everybody is a potential client. After about 8 months, Cindy was finally convinced I was a fraud, mainly because I had refused to meet with her. She arranged several meetings in different countries & in each of them I pulled a no show. Deeply hurt, she stopped contacting me & all efforts I made to contact her proved abortive. It felt like she left earth. For over 6 months, we had no form of contact whatsoever, so imagine my surprise when I received an email from her just days before my birthday. She claimed she was still in love with me and couldn’t let go. Although I was a bit skeptical about her sudden reappearance, I found myself in a dilemma, caught between letting go or reconnecting with her, knowing fully well I stood to make millions if I did the latter. It was a hard decision to make but my greed triumphed over my conscience. In hindsight, I should have followed my conscience but life doesn’t come with a rewind button, does it? So I reconnected with her and we got talking. We agreed to a meeting again but this time around I arranged the location. I decided we went on a vacation to Kwala Lumpur, Malaysia. I chose Malaysia because bosun was over there who would help me play a long con on her dubbed ‘wash-wash’ in street terms. Wash-Wash is a form of scam in which you meet the clients in person and convince them to part with their money. It involves greater risks but even greater reward. Cindy wanted us to meet before or on my birthday (I use my real birthday on my scam profile) because she wanted to spend the day with me. She said she would plan something romantic for me but I insisted on meeting after. I had put in too much time & expenses into planning my birthday bash here in Nigeria to abandon it for a trip to Malaysia, so I scheduled the meeting for the weekend after my birthday. Prior to our initial ‘break-up’, Cindy and I were making plans to buy a property in any of the exotic islands around the world. We were both going to contribute equal sums to buy the property, so I restarted the plan. I convinced her to bring her share to Malaysia so we could buy the property. It was this sum I had planned to take from her via wash-wash. Having made all the necessary arrangements for my trip to Malaysia, I channelled all my efforts into throwing the party of the year… To be continued

hmmmmmm karma is a .....

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:s Mr Yahoo

Hmm no go land for trouble woo

haha, bahd guy

Being more adventurous

More epi

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Mak karma meetup wit u first

Karma na dog no b bitch

Nice story

Episode 22 Leaving my guys in Gombe wasn’t an easy thing for me to do, have gotten too much attached,but a guy has to live his life. The day after my passing out parade, I had been processing, so on that day I left for malaysia via Abuja (ABV) to Kuala Lumpur (KUL). When I landed, bosun came to pick me up with a car at the Airport, he drove to his hostel in Kuala Lumpur Metropolitan University, Malaysia. Before now, I never knew bosun was schooling in malaysia, I always thought he was just there to hustle. I couldn’t hold the question in any longer. Immediately we got to his room. I saw some other three guys, two of which look like a nigerian, and the third a citizen of malaysia. Me : Bosun omo na you o B.B : how was the flight ? Me : have never spent that much hours on a plane before mehn, this country seems calm o. B.B : Na you sabi, sha take your time and rest. You will need it. Later in the day. B.B : o boy wake up. I was awake initially but my eyes were closed. B.B : there are few things you’ve got to understand about this place, things are not as they seem. As a nigerian here, they jail nigerians anyhow. So use your head o. Me : I grab. B.B : Any ways meet my guys, we are in the game together. Me : seriously so you are really a student here. B.B : yeah am here as a student. I never forgo my education for once now. YY is just an attachment. Me : Hmmmn guy now you. B.B : Na you sabi, like I was saying meet, Dharmie Richie, his specialized in wire transfer and cheque cloning. (Pointing to him, I shook hands with him) And this my guy Frank, his a full time guy into dating, so just feel free to ask him anything. And lastly, our eyes and ears here, lokman, his into everything and he has links in banks, with the policemen and talk of anything. Me : Nice meeting you bosses , am your guy, hope to learn from you. Dharmie : mister no dey dull o, you don become one of us niyen. Lokman : you are welcome nigga, guys let’s hit the street, with time we would get to know each other better. Though I was still feeling tired from the flight, but I just have to mingle, We all went outside, since it was a friday evening, bosun drove the car to Vertigo Club. Omo I thought naija babes are plum, but at that club I was just amazed, ladies were just free styling, everyone was dancing, the drinks served in the club were different from the ones here in naija. But as a gee, I must not appear awkward. I kept mingling. Lokman noticed I kept to myself , siping my drink by a corner. He just jump on the sit next to me. Lokman : guy how far now ? Me : I’m good Lokman : see how you acting like a lone ranger. Mister mingle, catch fun, do you need a girl. Me : you know I have to calm down and watch before I start mingling now. Lokman : nah , look here, girls here are very easy, just speak english, and just english. No nigeria intonation, speak fluent english, besides you’ve got the looks, I bet most of these girls are dieing to dance with you. Me : (smiling) guy just free me jawe. Bosun who was intially lost in a dance with a babe, noticed lokman talking to me, he also joined us. B.B : Lokman how far ? Lokman : This you guy isn’t in vogue at all, his just dulling. B.B : ife looking here, in this club, it’s zero dulling. Common get on the dance floor. Na so I just stood up and join them, and lo and behold, the girls in the club were the one who approached me where I was dancing alone, one by one they kept coming, and with the drink I had drank, I was already tipsy, so I really didn’t no what was going on any longer. I just kept dancing and having fun. As in I was feeling at home already. I didn’t dull foR real. ———- The next day I woke up around 11a.m, and only Lokman was in the room. Omo the kind of headache, I was having was. Real as in, have never been so hung over. Me : Good morning. Lokman : money mister, guess you slept well Me : yeah absolutely, just having headache big time. Lokman : lolz you would soon get over it man, so what brought you to malaysia. Me : Bosun didn’t tell you anything ? Lokman : Not at all, just informed us, an home boy is coming through. Me : okay I have a client like that and she want us to meet, here in Kuala Lumpur, she’s coming from Australia , and yeah she pays well. Lokman : hmmmn that’s a big fish for you man. Me : Let me even update her, that am in malaysia already. Lokman : No don’t do that. Me : why ? lokman : let her come around first and when she has landed, make her. Believe you will land the next day, so that way she feels you are busy and you came here just because of her. Me : hmmmn true talk. Guy , you’ve got brain. Lokman : no qualms, just keep updating me. I would be giving you the right OT. Me : (Laughing to myself) Who taught you that ? Loman : taught me what ? Me : do you even know the meaning of OT. Lokman : stay there, I know much more things than you can imagine. Me : okay then. I brought out my pc, and then realized I needed an internet connection. Me : guy what’s the best server here, I need to subscribe. Lokman : ish there’s free hostpot, just turn on your wifi and connect. Me : woaw you guys are really enjoying over here. Lokman : you can say that again. Me : so where is bosun and Dharmie Richie Lokman : they went to process some cash, they would be back in no time. Me : okay, but guy one thing still keep bothering me, why are you guys living on campus, don’t you have enough doe, to stay off campus. Lokman : the police here are strict , and we are trying to live life codedly, as a student, we erase any form of suspicious. Living off campus could put you on the list of the most wanted. Yahoo guys are easily recognized. Me : hmmmn okay, there’s really a lot have got to learn about this city. To be continued.

Episode 23 Life is Malaysia has been easy, I find it very easy to adapt there, only God knows why. I and Lokman became more closer than the rest of the guys. And hardly could anyone think I was a foreigner, because of my appearance, I was looking more of an indigenes than lokman himself. I was fair in complexion and due to the modeling issh in the past. Have become fresher and have know how to keep my precious body in shape. Yeah talking about that, I recollect a particular mail I got on my gmail tagged luciana, the was a particular guy who mailed me. On seeing the mail, I knew it was a typical nigerian guy format. It was one of those old formats have used. I smiled to myself. I just mailed him back. “Omo Iya (My brother from another mother) You try this format is stale, na we we” Immediately the guy replied. “Lol bros tuale o” I didn’t even bother to reply him. Nigerian sha. I recollect another adventure of mine in malaysia prior to when Cindy came around. I was in the club with Lokman and some other friends of Lokman. When some guys came in, by mere sighting them, I knew they were Nigerian, but for my mind, I tried to believe they weren’t here for the same purpose as me. They were three guys, putting on their various football club jersey, at the back they had their name customized. The First guy – “Ay Money” The Second guy – “Cybermoney” The Third guy – “MMM” I was just sipping my drink and smiling, it’s like those guys weren’t pre informed before they got to male, They were just flaunting money and catching fun while lokman and I couldn’t help but to stare at them. Lokman : Guy ain’t those guys from your side. Me : You are absolutely right. Lokman : Is everybody from your side this cynical ? Me : not at all, it’s just obvious these one ain’t wise. Lokman : just watch, they would get their ass behind bars in a matter of days, with this attitude of theirs. Me : I guess so. They are really immature, must they add the tag money to their name, must everyone know they have doe. Especially this one called Cybermoney. It’s glaring from his name that his a fraud star, Lokman : You know what ? Me : what ? Lokman : Let’s leave here ? Me : why ? Lokman : I smell trouble. Me : okay if you say so. We both head out of the club, and entered into the club’s car park, were lokman’s car was intitally, the car park was situated at the back of the club and the road out was in front of the club. So Lokman drove and lo and behold. We heard the siren of the cops. Mehn Lokman just slowed down. Guess what happened. The cops went into the club, Lokman and I were in the car, anticipating what was about to happen, and as expected, the cops bundled out the three naija guys we saw earlier. They were been handled roughly. Lokman was smiling. Me : you said it and it happened. Lokman : let’s go please, there are ways things happen around here. You don’t just come and show case yourself all over the place. _________________ At night I was in the room with the three guys. Lokman and bosun was asleep and the third guys was playing soccer on his Pc. As a typical nigerian who is accustomed to late night browsing, I kept hustling online, switching from site to site, dating was much more fun in malaysia, I didn’t have a reason to be changing IP, and at most instance I was doing legit, thanks to my good looks and a perfectly working brain. I check my yahoo mail account, and I saw a mail from a cindy. “Hi dear, just arrived in Malaysia few minutes ago, the flight wasn’t too stressful, hope you come over real quick, can’t wait to meet you” Mehn that mail got me smiling. I began thinking about my tactics, have got not to flop with this cindy of a lady, this a foreign country, any slight mistake with her could land me in jail. I opened my music folder, and played the song “Malaysia” by Da suspect. I was listening to. The song, because song like that gives me inspiration on what to type next. Till the particular track finished, I was unable to find the right words to type, so I just played the next song, a song by Tecno, talking about copy and paste, that boosted my thinking straight, I went through my formats and saw the perfect reply and I copied and adjust they replied Cindy back before retiring for the night. To be continued.

Episode 24 I really learnt a lot from Lokman, crucial but usually unnoticed stuffs like renaming a pictures by date, such as if you download a picture or probably re-edit a picture, to make more sense, you can save it with date. Most phones save pictures in date format e.g 20170607.jpg or Img_07_05.jpg , “little things like this count” said Lokman. “Even the whites are now getting wise”. And back to the actual reason that pushed me to Malaysia. A week after I got the mail from Cindy, informing me of her presence in Malaysia as we have agreed to meet. I mailed her back then that I was too busy but would make it the coming week, which was this week. I intentionally waited till friday, I then mailed her that have landed also. She rushed series of mails to me inquiring about where I was and if she could come over, but I cut her expectations short, replying her I came around with friends, and I was staying with a friend. She then chilled. We eventually agreed to meet the next day (Saturday), I updated Lokman about the parole, and he reacted like he was shocked. Lokman : what ! Tomorrow! Me : yeah , Tomorrow is okay right ? Lokman : man, you’ve got to work on you intonation, your english has to be faster and more fluent than this. Me : (smiled, changed my style of speaking to queens men type) And who told ya, I couldn’t do that already, have planned this for quit a while, so I know my game. Lokman : (Laughing) Damn ! You are the man. Seriously you never cease to surprise me. With the way you talked now, man you good to go. Me : now you are talking. That night I didn’t sleep early enough, I google searched for video tutorials on how to increase speed pace of speaking english. I watched the clips and practiced to self satisfaction. Very early the next day, I went to a saloon, in school, gave them a picture of a white guy’s hairstyle I saw online. And told them to twist my hair to the style. Mehn they didn’t to perfection, I was feeling myself. Got back to the hostel and met the trio busy with their pc severally. Initially, it was just lokman that was aware of my parole with cindy, others knew nothing. When entered the room, with my new look they concluded in their mind that I was meeting someone. Bosun : Alaye see how you look like a clown. Lokman : Damn, don’t mind this nigga. You looking dope. She’s gonna stand on her toes on sighting you. Dharmie : hmmmn and who is the she ? Me : not what you are thing she’s just a client. Bosun : No wonder, by the last time I check, you ain’t a fashionista. Me : Whatever. Dharmie : you should have told us earlier now, so we could give you some OT. Me : Na it’s not too late na. They all gave me some helpful tips to make sure there were no flaws. I switched on my pc to hustle and check in my mails. I checked my yahoo mail, and I saw a message from Cindy, asking for my number, stating it would be good and easy for us to meet. I replied her back and send her my malaysian number. Guess she was online then. Because she called instantly. Cindy : Good Afternoon Me : Good Afternoon Miss. Cindy : it’s cindy on the line. Me : I can tell already. Cindy : hmmmn how come? Me : Around what time are we meeting up today (evading the question) Cindy : I’d be much delighted if you can come over and join me in the hotel where I lodge. Me : No problem and where is that ? Cindy : Cyprus Hotel at Fountain Ridge in the the next 2hours. Me : As you wish my lady. Cindy : My lady! Me : (Chuckles) alright catch you later. Hung up. Though I really neveR knew where Fountain Ridge is talk less of a hotel situated there. But thanks to technology, I switch to google map on my phone. And saw the location, my estimated calculation was a two hours drive. I didn’t hesitate, I informed my geeks am off. And they bade me farewell. Bosun final words were ” be careful of eke oh” Dami would understand that, but I doubt if Lokman knows what eke is, well I got his point. I stepped out and hailed a cab, I gave him the description of where I was heading to and he agreed. Then the cab man started his engine and drove on. All through the journey I had my bluetooth headset to my head and was listening to cool naija jamz. Nigeria music were always good morale booster. The cab later dropped me in front of the Hotel hours later. I paid him off, then took a cursory look around. I went into the restaurant section of the hotel and ordered a wine. A cool wine to reduce my nervousness. Then placed a call to Cindy informing her I was around. To be continued Watch out for the Final Episode Remember to drop a comment

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Episode 25 While I was waiting for Cindy to come get me, I decided to flip through my phone, checked into some couple of naija blogs. Then memories of how I was scammed by a so called blogger selling data came, the so called site was naijacamp.com.ng, I just started hustling then. I needed a cheap data so I saw one thousand one gig on his site. I chatted him on whatsapp. He said it's one thousand one hundred naira. I sent him an mtn card of that price, and guess what ? No reply. I message him till the next day, no reply, I forwarded curse to him, no reply, then took another person phone to whatsapp him. He replied not knowing it was him. Mehn I launched him curses. God know I hard I worked for that one thousand naira then. Well it's all history now. It makes a man stronger. I am the one who was now waiting for a lady in a malaysian restaurant. I smiled to myself. I was so lost in my thoughts when a feminine's touch brought me back to consciousness. I looked up and lo and behold it was Cindy. Hmmmn my so called maga. I smiled back and greeted her. He said some things that I really couldn't comprehend at first, because of the frequency of the speed of her english. I followed my instincts and stood up , she led the way, and she stopped at the front of a room in the hotel. Guess that where she's lodged,it was a suite, I followed her in. And tried to calm my nervousness. On entrying I noticed another lady in the room, laying on the bed. I gave her a questioning look. Cindy : Good afternoon, glad you came at last, have a seat ? Me : The pleasure is mine. (Sat on a couch) Cindy : Linda His here (Calling on the girl lying on the bed in the other room which appeared to be the bedroom) Linda which was the lady in the room, came out to welcome me. I was feeling nervous, but I tried calming down myself, with the thought, "you didn't come all the way from naija for nothing". We familiarize and yes the two lady were great talkative. And I was a ready listener, so I was only chipping in my words little by little. I later felt comfortable with them. Linda : Cindy what have you given your guest ? Cindy : oh my mistake! Me : it's nothing, you actually met me refreshing with something when you came to pick me. Cindy : that true, but notwithstanding, you still have to take something. Me : maybe later, but for now, let's just talk. With the way I was flowing she got really comfortable with me. Linda later went to the other room. And left Cindy and I behind. She. Took a moment to look directly into my eyes, and I also kept the gaze on, guess she saw love in my eyes, but all that was in my mind was my ambition. I was at the hotel with cindy till around 6pm, she insisted I spend the evening with her. But I declined telling her, "her friend is present". Cindy : she's gonna leave in a minute (she stood up to meet linda in the other room, and in no time linda was dressed, and she left us in the room). Cindy gave me a smiled of satisfaction, I was sitting on the couch, and before then she was sitting on the couch, beside mine, but this time, she came to join me on the couch I was, there was little or no space at al for her so she ended up sitting on my laps. She smiled and kept using her fingers to trace my cheek, I also responded with a smile. In short that romantic moment later ended up in a sex session and I slept there over. Waking up the next morning, I tiptoed to where I dropped my phone, Cindy was still asleep, I met series of missed calls from my guys, especially from Lokman, maybe they felt I was caught up in some sort of ish, that was why I didn't come home last night. I then went to the toilet to make a call. I decided to call Lokman my closest partner in crime. To gist him about the latest. Me : hello you still on bed Lokman : geez, glad you are still alive. Me : (lolz) what do you mean ? Lokman : we are tried your number all through yesterday and you didn't pick up, so we were having fears. Me : no need guy, have got everything under control. Lokman : so how was it ? Me : the lady was easy, and everything was easy, I was just flowing, guess what ? Lokman : what ? Me : we ended up having sex. Lokman : Bad guy, you are bad than I thought! You really got everything under control, just be careful, not to get to intimate with her. Me : no qualms now, no feelings, would just try and get some couple of cash of her, she seems really rich. (Heard a sound at the other side of the toilet door) I ended the call sharply and opened the door. Lo and behold, It was linda (Cindy's Friend) I saw standing few meters away from the door. Cindy was still asleep. She was looking entirely different from yesterday, as in she was da*mn pretty, I never knew I had a thing for the whites, but after my adventure with cindy last night, getting under Linda's Skirt became a fantasy for me. I was only in my briefs, so my packs was revealing, But I was still wondering if she was listening to my call conversation. Me : Good Morning Linda : Morning Mister (smiling) Me : you just came around hun. ? Linda : Yeah, just came to check on my sister, if you haven't eaten her up over night. Me : ahah that's hilarious, ain't gonna eat her up. She's a person I hold very dearly to my heart ! Linda : are you sure about that ? (Smirk) Me : yeah of course. Then I heard a sound, I looked towards the bed and I saw Cindy smiling, she was awake. Cindy : Hmmmn guess you two are getting along pretty quick. Me : hmmmmn morning my lady , guess you slept well ? Cindy : absolutely thanks to you (winks), but I have to get some things, next door. Let me take my bath. Me : have to take my bath also, guess I should be going back to my friends. Linda : what's the rush all about, chill and spend some time with us, God knows when next we would get to see you. Cindy : Seconded, you ain't leaving yet, I won't take up to an hour I promise, when I get back, you can then take your leave. Me : okay as you wish. Few minutes later, she took her bath and left Linda and I in the room, I also went to take my bath, and on getting out the bathroom, I met linda on the bed almost naked. I tried ignoring her, and pack my stuffs to move to the next room, but her voice stopped me. Linda : do you really wanna turn your back on me ? ****silence**** She then stood up and took a few steps to the spot I was standing. She touched my back slightly with her tender hands. Oh Linda , have always knows ladies called linda to be cunny, because the name linda actually means snake. The soft touch led to another thing and we ended up having a quickie, I dressed up and went to the other room. While she was practically exhausted, I shook my head, these whites are not even that strong, she was exhausted at what I called a quickie. Few minutes later, Cindy came back with a bag fool of clothes which I guess was for me. Cindy : I'd like to know your place. Me : no, we could do that some other day. Cindy : I would really love to experience another session of last night (Winks) Me : Funny you, have got to go. Cindy : okay how about tonight, your place. Me : my place ? (I tried to absorb that word, because frankly I can't take her to the hostel) Cindy : yeah, am sure you won't deny me of that right. Me : yeah of course. In no time I bid the two lady bye and took my leave. I got outside and hailed a cab, straight to Kuala Lumpur. I got to the hostel and the guys were glad to see me, I gisted Lokman, about the full show, and told him I needed a place to call my own. Lokman : you could just give her the address of an hotel. And tell her you lodged in an hotel. Me : hmmmn you sure that would work. Lokman : it should, but really bleep up, you shouldn't have bleeped the other lady. Me : guy , there are some things you can't just control Lokman : okay if you say so. I spent the rest of the day resting. When it was around 5pm that same day I got a call from cindy, telling me to send the address, that she's coming anytime soon. Lokman took me to the poshest Hotel around there. I lodged in and sent Cindy the address of the hotel. Few hours later she came around, and I welcomed her in. Thank God she didn't come along with Linda. Cindy : so you lodge in an hotel also. Me : yeah of course. Like I told you, I was just here for business, and for you (holding her hands and looking to her eyes) She blushed Later in the evening, we had our dinner at the restaurant of the hotel, before proceeding back to my room. The unexpected happened, while we were having like the third round of sex, I was on top and she was underneath and it was like she was talking to someone else, I was still pushing in real hard. I wasn't even minding the fact that she was talking alone. Or talking to an unseen. Until she held me all of a sudden. Cindy : you are fucking with the devil. Me : (I smiled and and turned her over to a doggy position) guess the devil is enjoying it. I kept going on and on, till I was getting tired. But I was still hard, I lied down, while she was riding me on top. Then all of a sudden, like magic, she was neither on top of me nor on the bed, she was in the air above me, floating, mehn she was breaking the rule of science, I was shocked by this. Then she started laughing. Cindy : you think it's only africa that has witch, hun, you think I don't know who you are, and what you have been doing ? Ahahah this would be you last.. Have a nice time fucking with the devil. ---------------------------------

Ooh no

hahahahhaha na olamide dey sing for una fucking with the devil

Kpakan, U Don Enter Or Na Dream

Ghen ghen..

nexxt dude.

U don enter one chance hahahhahaha

Dude ur cup don full oo. R.I.P in advance

Bros,you don jam be that.Anyways, waiting for next episode. Guys,also checkout this suspense filled story.Its from the stable of Eze https://www.coolval.com/forumsss/topic/izi_jae/#post-719913

chai at last

OMG!!! Goodbye bro

Hahahahaha

At last, u pass ur boundary

At last, u pass ur boundary u are fucking wit d devil

It all started with my curiosity. I was wondering what the yahoo boy does that makes him really rich and influential on our Nigerian campuses. I wondered what it will be like to actually be in the shoes of the yahoo boy, to examine the process from the beginning to the end so I would be able to think like them and participate in the process from beginning to the end. Thus started my sojourn into the life and activities of a yahoo boy and I shall try to break down the process into stages and try to explain each stage accordingly based on my experience. This write up should not be seen as a guide to yahoo yahoo but as an independent observer’s thoughts on the process and implications of being a yahoo boy. I tried to become a yahoo boy myself and learnt the process to be able to analyze the whole matter. Up until now, many of my friends that knew me when I embarked on this project would still not believe that it was just an experiment but then, I had to make it look real as that is that only way through which I will be able to relate with these people and learn from them. TYPES: There are various types of yahoo yahoo common on campus today but I shall dwell mainly on the two most common types basically because these are the types that my research was based on. These two types are theDATINGand theCLASSIFIEDtypes of yahoo yahoo. I shall be explaining what each of these kinds entail in details later in this write-up but first, I will like to examine the basic stages involved in the yahoo yahoo business. THE INTEREST STAGE: This is the stage where an individual shows interest in the yahoo thing after he has been intimidated and bamboozled into thinking it is the only way through which he would make it to the big leagues on campus. This stage involves getting close to the guys in the business and trying to learn from them, the intricacies of the yahoo yahoo ‘profession’. This is the stage where the student is taught the various ‘formats’ to be used and the various ways to go about getting a ‘client’ as they call it formally or ‘maga’ or ‘mayee’ informally and how to get your ‘client’ to trust you and to fall hopelessly in love with you (in the case of yahoo yahoo by Dating) or taught how to go about ‘bombing’ clients (in the case of the kind of yahoo yahoo called ‘Classified’). This stage is usually the introductory stage and it is at this stage that you are told the very important materials required in the yahoo yahoo business. These materials include a laptop or desktop computer with constant internet connection and the most important material of all; your time. To succeed in the ‘Dating’ kind of yahoo yahoo, you need at least 5 to 6 hours a day of chatting with your ‘client’ so as to get the maximum benefits of the game while in the ‘Classified’ kind of yahoo yahoo, you need about 4 to 5 straight hours of internet browsing to get the most benefits. Having done all these, you are now ready to move to the next stage in the game. THE START-UP STAGE: This stage involves setting up your equipment and logging on to the internet. This is where the real work is and is the stage that determines whether you will be a good yahoo boy or not. THE PAYING STAGE: This is the stage where your ‘client’ sends money to you through western union or money gram depending on the transfer method you asked him or her to use. THE COLLECTION STAGE: This, in my opinion is the most important and yet dangerous stage of all but to some, it is the easiest part of the game. This is when you go to the bank or western union center to actually cash the money that has been sent to you by your ‘client’. You go to a fake ID card center, get a fake ID card made in the name of the person to whom the ‘client’ has sent the money and proceed to the bank to cash the money. It is easy to get caught at this stage because you are actually putting yourself out in the open and you could be easily arrested by the EFCC and other law enforcement agencies. Please note that whatis done here is you have a bank where one or more of the employees is on the payroll of these yahoo boys. This ensures that whatever transpires is completely under the radar and shielded from the knowledge of the law enforcement agencies, on getting there, you simply walk up to your man and present your fake ID cards. He in turn checks the western union portal to confirm that such an amount of money has been sent and then pays you accordingly. I shall try to explain the 2 types yahoo yahoo we are dealing with here: To Be Continued…

DATING: This basically involves you getting a ‘client’ from an online dating site and introducing yourself as a widower or young and sexually attractive lady as the case may be who wants to go into a relationship and is searching online for true love. This is done in order to get unsuspecting rich ‘oyinbo’ men or women to take interest in you. Of course, you don’t use your real name but a name that you created and a profile picture that you also downloaded from the internet. (Please note that in order for your ruse to look real, you have to download many different pictures of the same person). After doing this, you get men or women who are interested in you or you show that you are interested in them by sending them a message that in the case of a man, may read something like this; HELLO My name is *your name* and I am interested in meeting mature ladies for a long term relationship. Seeing your picture, I have a feeling my search is over. My yahoo mail address is *whatever*@yahoo.com. you could add me to your messenger list if you don’t mind and let’s get to know each other better on there. Eagerly expecting your reply. LOVE *your name* This kind of message is called a ‘bomb’ and it is the introductory message you send after identifying a particular ‘client’ and after you are convinced the client is rich enough for you. Of course, the client replies and you follow up with something like this; Hello my name is *your name* and thanks for accepting my friend request. I hope this will be the beginning of a rewarding friendship because i don’t think I’ve seen a more beautiful lady in all my life. Hope you won’t mind us chatting on yahoo messenger cos I think we could really get in touch more on there. My username is *whatever*@yahoo.com. I would like you to add me to your messenger list if you have a yahoo account so we can chat more and get to know one another there. Looking forward to your reply and eagerly waiting for you on yahoo messenger. I Can’t wait to get to know you. LOVE *your name* By this time, you have the yahoo messenger address of the ‘client’. You then proceed to add the person as a friend on your yahoo messenger and this is when the real work begins as you have to get your ‘client’ to fall in love with you as it is only at this point that the client can send you money. When you client asks about you and what you do, you send something like this: HELLO, Hi… i could not get to tell you about me so I am sending it by email..my name is mark as you already know and I am from *wherever* and I work as international project supervisor for *whatever* company out of *wherever*……I have been married with a kid and my wife died in Africa last year where she had gone with my daughter *name of daughter* cos she got custody after the divorce….I am currently searching for a mature lady like I said from any part of the world who will love me for who I am and with whom I will share all I have and who will share all she has with me……I am a fun loving and generally fun to be with…this is what I will tell you about me..I leave you to find out the rest yourself from interaction with me…I hope to get to know you more cos I think I will like your kind of person cos from your picture, you seem like a very adventurous and fun loving kind of person…I will appreciate if you can reply my mail so that we can kick start the friendship from there and hopefully if things work out the way we want, we can take the relationship to another level cos I don’t mind settling down in any part of the world as long as it is with the woman I love and who loves me back… I’ll be waiting for your reply and like I said before i hope this will be the beginning of a bright and rewarding friendship…bye for now and please take care of yourself…. LOTS OFLOVE *your name* After this, you have successfully introduced yourself to your ‘client’ and you have by now, got to know who your ‘client’ is and what she does for a living. You have introduced yourself to be very responsible and caring man and have to yourself in a position to be loved. Hereafter comes what in yahoo yahoo circles, is called the ‘birthday billing’. This is when you ask your ‘client’ to send money to your daughter so as to get her a gift on her birthday. This is usually done after about 4 or 7 days of your meeting the ‘client’ depending on the length and intensity of your conversation. After attaching your pictures and that of your daughter, the birthday billing ‘bomb’ reads something like this: HELLO, Hello dear, how are you and everyone over there?…, my daughter *daughter’s name* sends her greetings too… she can’t wait to get to know you…by the way her birthday is in four days and I was thinking she might be pleasantly surprised to receive a gift from you….I try to send her things but she does not get them cos the postal service in that part of west Africa is so bad, nothing gets delivered so I send money to have those things bought for her. I used to send the money to her mum but now that she is no more, I send the money to her guardian…..please do not bother if this is a problem…I just think it will be a very good idea to have her know that her soon to be mother cares about her enough to send her a gift on her birthday. She likes you so much and she tells me she can’t wait to meet you…I’m hoping you can make this work and I am counting on you…anything you want to give her for her birthday is fine and that is your choice to make but i still insist do not bother if it is going to be a problem….I hope to get her out of there soon enough so I can come to join you and with our kids we can be one big happy family…I think I just found the kind of person I have been searching for all my life and I promise never to let you go…..I just need some time to arrange all these things cos I plan to get my girl away from that place called Africa…. I need you to reply me so I know what your decision is and so that i can send you the details for the money transfer. Life is about trusting the person that you love isn’t it? Whatever you decide will be fine and I promise it won’t make me think less of you cos I think i might be falling in love with you already and I just can’t hide that feeling. Take care of you honey and chat with you soon. By the way i sent the pictures. Hope you got them… LOTS OF LOVE *your name*. Your ‘client’ feels important and if she wants to send the gift truly she replies. You then reply her mail asking her to send the money to jenny’s guardian while giving her a name and address that you have created for that purpose. This is the first time your ‘client’ sends you money and you could get up to about $400 to $500 this first time depending on the intensity and level of intimacy you have got to with your client. After this is done, you are then ready to go in for the big kill. After about 2 or 3 weeks of chatting and getting to know your ‘client’, you then tell her you are going to Africa and to Nigeria specifically to get your daughter with the intention of both of you coming over to see your ‘client’ in whatever country that she is. On the day that you are supposed to land in Nigeria, you are ready to go in for the big kill and you send her a mail that reads something like this: HI LOVE, Hello honey, how have you been? I am in Nigeria now as I told you and I really need your help..The plane landed at about *pm local time cos the flight took about * hours…I came out of the airport looking for a cab to take me to my hotel and i did not know that I was going into a trap…I was beaten to a pulp and left to die after been driven to a dark place by the cab driver and his accomplices who were already waiting for him there and because i did not know the way, i did not know I was not being driven to the hotel. I had to crawl back to the roadside and shout for help before some good Samaritans got me here. All my personal effects including my clothes are gone, the boxes containing *daughter’s name*’s ps3 andother things, my phones, my laptop, my international passport, my credit cards, the gifts i bought for *daughter’s name*, her friends, her guardian and her children, all the cash i had in my briefcase and everything including my wallet which had the address of the house where jenny is and the phone numbers with which I communicate with her …I am at a hospital now and I have really gone through a horrifying experience and i need you to do me a favor… I need you to send me some money as soon as you can. I promise to make it up to you I just need the money right now and i don’t know where else to turn and i am stranded here…please honey I am counting on you to do this for me and I will be waiting at the hospital though i have to log out now cos the doctor is only doing me a favor by letting me use his computer and I have to pay hospital bills…I really need your help love and I promise as soon as I get back on my feet I will repay…..I need about $4000 at least and I will be expecting your reply..please I am stranded cos I have never been in this kind of situation in my life and you are the only person I know that I can run to right now….I know this might be difficult but I have no one else to turn to right now…you will have to send the money by western union cos there is no other way for me to get it..I am sorry to put you in this position but I am really stranded here and I don’t know where else to turn to and you are the only one whom i think can help right now….please I will be here waiting for the money..Expecting your reply… To Be Continued…

THANKS IN ANTICIPATION LOVE YOU *your name*… Of course there is no doctor and there hasn’t been any accident. All that is just a scam; lies just to get your ‘client’ think you are in danger and considering that you are in a country where you have never been to and that Nigeria is known for its notoriety, your client thinks you are in real danger and quickly sends you the money. Hereafter, you then send another mail that might read something like this: HELLO HONEY Thanks for the last time honey, your intervention was really timely and I will forever love and appreciate you for that. *daughter’s name* sends her greetings too and she is really dying to meet you but honey, there is another problem. *daughter’s name* has an ailment and I hear from her guardian that she has had pains in her lower abdomen for a while now. The doctor says she needs appendectomy and the surgery will cost about $5000 combined with her post operative costs. This normally would not be a problem but for the fact that I have no access to my money from here as this place is a real hellhole, I am going to need your help again to save my daughter so she does not die. Please understand that I would not be putting this on you were it not for the fact that I have no other person to turn to and you are the only one that I can ask without being ashamed. I promise to repay as soon as I have access to my bank account. If I had my credit card, it would not be a problem but since my credit card has been lost in the attack, there is really nothing I can do from here. Please homey, I need your help! Don’t let my daughter die as her fate rests firmly in your hands now. I am waiting honey and time is of the essence now. Please dear make this work and I and jenny shall be eternally grateful to you. I don’t want to lose my daughter honey! Please save my soul! Thanks honey! Expecting… *your name* After this mail has been sent and you get the money, there is one more ‘bomb’ you will send if your ‘client’ is the very rich type. Your daughter has had the surgery and she is well and okay. Of course you can say there were complications from the surgery and so you need more money but that depends on the pocket of your ‘client’. Okay she has had the surgery. Now is time for you to go over to your client and with your daughter to meet her for the first time and because you lost your travelling documents in the attack, you send something like this: HELLO HONEY, Thanks for the last time and the time before that. How will I ever repay you honey? You have been a real blessing to me and I thank you for that. May God keep us together forever! Now we are ready to travel to come to you as *daughter’s name* is doing well now and has recovered from her surgery very well but my travelling papers have been lost in the attack and I need to make a new set and to do that, I will need about $2000. I am counting on you this one last time honey as I am really tired of this country. There is no electricity honey! Can you imagine that? It’s really hell in this place and I can’t wait to get out so honey, I am counting on you to please get me out of here so I can repay all my debts to you. Please honey I really am counting on you to do this last favor for me .it’s just my documents that I need as I had sent money to have *daughter’s name*’s done before I came here. Thanks honey, you are a real blessing to me. I will be expecting… LOVE YOU… *your name* So this is the last and final official ‘bomb’. After this, you release your ‘client’ and this can be done by just adding your ‘client’ to your ignore list on your messenger or deleting her ID altogether. This will make sure that you never get mail or message from her again. Please note that in this type of yahoo yahoo, you could have up to 10 ‘clients’ at a time so you can start to imagine all the money at every stage multiplied by ten! CLASSIFIED: This type of yahoo yahoo deals with buying items from online auctioning websites. It is in twophases; actually buying the goods and sending them to a contact in the country of purchase who then sends it to the original buyer in Nigeria after certain commission has been paid and explaining to the seller via mail that you intend to send extra cost to take care of the shipping of the goods. You then ask the seller to send the extra cost by western union or money gram to the person in charge at the shipping agency who of course will be you or your contact. You don’t actually pay. You just mail an alert in the name of pay pal or some other online payment solution websites or even some banks in the US for a given amount to the sellers ID. The seller of course on seeing the mail will think the money has actually been paid and will ship the goods to you or send the extra after deducting the amount you agreed on to the shipping agent (you) by western union or money gram. You will have the money and by the time the seller discovers he has been scammed, it will be too late and you address will be totally untraceable because it was just made up for that purpose. This process of course is not this simple as I have intentionally omitted some important steps so this write-up is not taken as a yahoo yahoo textbook or guide. This is just a researcher’s experience in the world of yahoo yahoo and should be taken as such. THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS ON WAYS TO CURB THIS MENACE First, I would like to state here that the above write-up is strictly my experience and I cannot give any names of anybody involved in this research so that the integrity of the research will not be compromised so law enforcement agents, I am sorry I cannot help you. Having said that, I shall proceed to analyze ways I think that this menace can be curbed and ways through which our campuses and the society at large can be made yahoo boys free. First and most important way is to create an enabling future for the youths in this country. A future where every youth can stand up and be counted, this kind of future is a function of an enabling society; a society where intellect thrives, a society where the youth are not taught by our so called leaders that wealth is everything and that being rich and flaunting the wealth is all that matters. The society should honor integrity and honesty more than wealth. As an ordinary observer can see from this write-up, the process of yahoo yahoo is a very simple yet complex process. The yahoo boy has to put his brain to task every time, he has to think ahead of his ‘client’ and must already have a prepared answer for every question his ‘client’ might ask. He must anticipate questions in advance and must not mumble. He even has to mimic a foreigner’s accent when talking with his ‘client’ on the phone just to make sure he earns the ‘clients’ trust and love. It this is not intelligence, I wonder what is. This goes to show that the ordinary Nigerian youth is intelligent and he only needs to re-direct his intelligence to something not criminal. To Be Continued…

Secondly, vigorous awareness should be embarked upon by all and sundry about the dangers inherent in this way of life. Apart from being caught and sent to jail, there is also the danger of declaring negative things into your future as a youth by the kinds of things you have to say to your ‘client’ just to convince her to send money to you. Religious groups should embark on this awareness as what you declare now I believe, lies in wait for you in future. If you say your wife has died now and that your daughter has a specific disease or that you are attacked by armed robbers and beaten to the point of death, I believe you are declaring this things into your future and are putting you, your wife and your children in danger of the what they know nothing about. Thirdly, I think the society should honor, reward and encourage creativity. Government should put long term rewards in place for creative achievement. Creativity should not just be praised and forgotten a while later. It should be encouraged. I also think laws should be put in place to protect creative ideas as is done in advanced countries of the world. The government should encourage the notion that wealth is not just money but ideas are also wealth and should be protected as they are intellectual properties. If the ordinary youth knows that his creativity will make a way for him in the society and that his ideas are protected by the constitution, he will be forced to think in constructive lines and work hard to make his money. Fourthly, our educational sector should be revamped and made such as will make students creatively busy with an end in sight. Students don’t just want to study in school and then come out to start looking for jobs on the streets. A process should be put in place whereby the best students get the jobs and the security and jobs should not just be given out on man know man basis as is the case in our country today. Entrepreneurs should also be encouraged right from our institutions of higher learning so students can understand that they can be self employed right from tertiary institutions. Fifthly, parents and guardians should monitor their children and wards well most especially when they go off to higher institutions as it has been discovered that on getting to the campus, students are in a world of their own and think they are free to do anything they like. This has encouraged nefarious activities and should stop henceforth. Parents should pay their wards occasional impromptu visits in their higher institutions of learning so as to have a feel of what the child is doing and the kind of life their child is living while their backs are turned. Sixthly, morality should be preached at every nook and cranny of our society. Emphasis should be placed on integrity and honesty as against wealth and riches. A morally upright person will not engage in yahoo yahoo. Seventhly, our internet service providers should also be properly monitored by government agencies and regulations put in place to put an end to unregulated surfing of the internet because it seems government is lacking in this regard. Internet service providers should be encouraged to put internet traffic monitors in place so that any illegal activity going on on the internet will be quickly and easily picked up and necessary investigations made. Eighthly, the corporate world should also be sensitized and sanitized so that they cease to aid and abet illegal activities. Banks should be notified and properly monitored and any member of staff found to be aiding and abetting criminals should be handed over to the law enforcement agencies and stringent measures taken to serve as deterrent to others. Ninthly, law enforcement agents should also be properly monitored as it has been discovered that many of these agents use the arrests of these yahoo boys to enrich their individual pockets as the boys seem to have realized that all they need to do when they are caught is ‘settle’ the officer that caught them and all will be uhuru. This should stop and any agent found to have been involved in this act should be dealt with severely. Also, anyone caught engaging in this illegal act should be made to face the full wrath of the law to serve as deterrent to others. I believe that if these steps are taken, the menace called yahoo yahoo will be reduced to its barest minimum if not completely eliminated from the Nigerian campuses and the society at large. GOD HELP NIGERIA!!! Epilogue *iphekitan ran mad at that point with Cindy, and was deported. Back to naija, where he was brought home. *His parent took his from places to places but he didn’t recover until seven years later, like the primate once said, seems it’s a 777 parole Afterall. *After getting well, he was taken to a church where he confessed his sins, and an atonement was made for him. *Iphekitan is now happily married with two kids , his into Online business , but this time, his into something legal. Most people don’t know their are thousands of ways to make money online than wasting their time on formats. *Iphekitan now has a company of his own, and his well rich and ok, atleast his satisfied, his company is one of the leading companys into the binary, foreign exchange, web/design and development, recently he got to work with google part time and earn two million dollars in a month just from working with google alone. Naija youths wisen up. The EnD…

I'd appreciate if dis could be moved to the frontpage because i want every guy out dia to learn from this, i dnt really know thw monikers of the admins here but any one who does shld plz notify them. And for the record i iphekitan the writer is never a yahoo boy, i did my research to write this so please dont contact me for any yahoo related reasons

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@Froshberry-2 why can't you just edit your post when you make a mistake instead of you commenting twice? Or maybe you are Commenting twice just to boost your post because that's what I have been observing some members doing in this site

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