“missed voice note from ghost” is what i saw on my phone, as i picked it up to know who the message is from, fear grabbed me, electric waves chilled my nerves from head to toe.
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“who the heck is ghost” was the first taught that came to my head, i would dream of someone and wake receiving a message from the same person, have i being used for rituals from one of my my many sleep overs, who could it be? could it be one of those chiefs, abi na those yeye kings, they are found of doing too many rituals, it could be pastors ooo, hmm, where do i start from, yahoo boys not even exempted from my list, mehn i’m finished, where do i start from, who do i go to, come to think of it abi is that guy that I partied with at the club last nite, i don’t seem to remember how i got home or what really happened that nite. this is terrible, i kept pondering for hours, i was too scared to leave my bed sef, is this another bad luck nii, which kind back to back loss be this. Jezz! i am fucking late, i haven’t had my bath and i have a job i have to apply for, naa don’t think its an office job ooo, its an housemaid job jare, i need money, i have a target, aside the olosho job i am doing, i also do house job package from time to time but i don’t last long because my beauty and body endowment causes the husband of the house to misbehave. if the family has being good to me generally, i move out before things get out of hand but if the wife of the man treats me bad, hmm, i will just comply with the husband, drain all money i can drain of him and disappear. no time for Iran, i’m smart like that. now all the money i have, i use to buy majorly text books, you are surprised,what is secondary sat holder doing with textbooks, this is how it works, there was time my crew and i would go to universities, get an apartment, we go to different classes, act like students, we even sign attendance sometimes, we do their tests, obviously we would fail then we go to the lecturers to abeg them to help us and that’s how we get connected to professors, councillors and rich kids, too much money in universities, these kids don’t know the benefits they are enjoying yet they go to parties and fail their exams. yes i did not forget, we go to school fellowships, churches, choir practice and cell meetings, some of my crew even persuade lazy ones to join the crew, funny enough,since we knew our way, we always made sure the lazy ones that choose to join our crew pass their exams. our major enemies were the pretenders, they go to church and be doing born again yet you will see them at a dark hide out getting their boobs sucked by a random nigga, fingered at unexpected places. we don’t fight them though but always make them know we know their secrets, then they start beefing us, telling people they don’t like our way of life, making it look like they just dislike us naturally but because all that matter to us is money, we just ignore and continue with our business. things were really rosy for me back then, it was fun. anytime it was exam period, my crew would disappear from the school premises but i for some reasons value education, i saw the way students read hard because of fear of failure, i saw the joy and fear in their eyes when result were out, i wanted that feeling, yes i know i am smart but i wanted more, i felt like i am not using my maximum brain capacity. so i decided to try out a stunt, there was money, so i enrolled for tutor lesson that would guarantee my admission into unilag, other rich kids at the tutor were just playing around trying to have fun and dressing to impress the girl at the tutor, yea i might have done the same if i had just finished from senior high school recently but it’s being a while so i needed to take every lecture serious. even as serious as i was, i was the topic of the tuition place, most prettiest but the dullest. i failed every class work, i always have headache after each lesson period, i asked so many questions like i did not attend secondary at all, i just wanted to learn, the girls deassociated themselves from me, my beauty caused more hatred towards me, SMH! the guys would have done the same but they couldn’t resist my beauty and because it was obvious i was dull in class, most of the boys tried their luck to get to my pants, I saw their true colour, some of them which i actually like became my enemy because of their beastly attitude.
i promised myself i would get my revenge on them once i catch up on them educationally. i forgot a friend of mine who was also part of our olosho crew joined me on my educational adventure. she was did not come for tutor lectures, she preferred learning from me, she said she knows i am a smart person and i am good at explaining. Tobi was a very good girl, she was a slow learner but when she learns she becomes creative with what she has learnt and she has 95% accuracy at what she is good at, its like once she studies and understands something she is never wrong about it. she was the one that brought the idea of taking our olosho business to university level but she does not like taking risk if there is a higher percentage of loss in a job or activity, she does not venture into it.
To be continued…….
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