nsiba:
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Your smartness and God will infinitely continue to protect you but be rest assured that macof is an extremely refined reverend gentleman

A big amen to that boss.

As to the gentleman on the street, you don't need to tell me who he is brother, oku odun meta kiise alejo saare.

I can't disagree with you for security reasons.

Thanks for stopping by and concern.

And for the record, you don't live your life for the smartness, it hardly safes many. Live prepared for whatever comes your way.

Just be careful, nobody cares.

Get the instruments of law in your defense as soon as you are dealing with devious characters. The experience won't kill you, it will make you wiser.

Your experience makes you who you are and makes your story remarkable. The adversary is not the hero in a man's journey of transformation but a villain.

Be your own hero, so you won't have the time to be anyone's adversary or a villain.

You might love to read about "five turning points of conflicts" from the book Expert Secrets by Russell Brunson.

This kidnapper won't seize to amaze me.

I made a post, he sends out agents to infiltrate my sales and pretend as customers. The day I made the last post here, some of the people he's been engaged finally had my response.

I made the sales so that they'll be sure I'm in the market as I've promised I will produce this month. That shows they were keeping track of me. Well I never make this conclusion until repeat repeats itself.

No customer loyalty would make people suspend their health and wait for one product that is in and out of production when you can do the stuff yourself. Na deception be that. Ti won ba ntan e, ore dakun ma tan ara re, the Yoruba would say.

Few minutes ago, now riding on the last sales, the backup has placed an order. That validate my suspicuin of the first. According to her, she bought a product 2 years ago and wanted to buy another one, "Am I on to the producer?" She asked.

"What do you want?" I asked her. She said she would like to get another, probably two or three (mind you, the last person bought 2, that's N2,000). Now this is where the man likes to say I'm not in touch with reality as I always connect everything to him.

But here's the wisdom: just check out the flow. According to this lady, she's about to finish the one she bought two years ago. The truth is, if she's so attached to using as she claims now, she should have exhausted the one she's about to replace before now.

If she's about to use the last dose in two years, wow it's farm produce without preservatives, it's beyond the shelf life already. You can't be blowing her kind of grammar and still be able to take the last dose for the stale smell.

Lastly, in two years you have been on to a bottle, and you are returning to buy three now, are you buying the one that will serve you for six years at a go or something? If not, are you trying to patronize the seller at the expense of your hard earned money?

Wait, she's not buying now but before weekend, she corrected herself here, that's script reading and missing your line is inevitable when reading scripts, so she said a time in the coming week... before the weekend.

What this means is that, the decision is hers, yet the buying power is not with her but whenever the group were able to conclude in their meeting. Then she will be the one to play the bait as they have set up the bait.

Now this is how the baiting works, one will be positioned in my route to follow me on a trip, he instructs the base and the back up will order at the place I often have stop over. That's my comfort zone, so to speak.

Then they rinse and repeat the process over and over till they become "trustworthy" to deliver their stroke. It could be to capture their victim at gun point or whatever the trick in their bags is.

Now if I could decrypt this ruse, it's "not being in touch with reality" because, it's a well composed script. And that's what makes it a "fake flow" to me.

In conclusion, I asked her what is her name? The answer was "Anna", wow. This just struck through some of the chords of information I have been curious about. Their names don't change often for ease of recollection.

God has really saved me from the pit that this man has dug out for me to fall into in time past without my ever knowing it. This is a network of killers that doesn't kill you out there on the street.

Part of the modus operandi is to lure you in gradual process to their several dens in town situated in uncompleted buildings where you go to meet a friend and ended up with your maker. Then they share the parts to the hunters.


My mom will always says, otito inu nii t'eru ika pale. The inner truth will break down the bag of evil machinations of the wicked.

Continue your plot, whatever you try, you loose, you have already loose and I'm not running away from you. Gbangba dekun, kedere beewo. Now you will tell the public who you are and what you do for a living.


That will cleanse you from my claim, not the title of a "reverend" and "refined gentleman" from one unknown double. Awon eni ibi ti gbenu okunkun tafa sinu imole.

If your antics has failed up to this moment, be rest assured that it will continue to fail. But since destruction is determined for you, you won't stop until you self destruct in your grandiose delusion.

There's one man you will pursue relentlessly and ended up exposing every trick in your bag of evil deeds to date.

You will end up completely exposed.

Good you have the determination to get to the bottom of your quest, it will be a setting forth of the count down to the self fulfilling prophecy that got you exposing yourself from the moment you told the world you can easily locate me, thanks to the information I gave to your spy pretending to be an intending seasoning producer when he's a spy.

I can see your agent are back in the trenches, I'm not tired of you guys, I'm getting you active and profiling your modus operandi. Like someone said this will haunt me at one point: it can only be that I'm right about you.

You can never be "haunted" by mistaking an harmless person for a threat, you only discovered you made a mistake and the issue dies down naturally since there won't be events to further corroborate suspicion.

For instance, a "harmless person" is incapable of plotting evil ahead of their victims without their knowing. Why would a harmless person wants to locate the man that is hated sorely by the same "harmless person"?

But you are ever haunted by exposing a wicked killer and kidnapper who plot every of his schemes to look like coincidence in the face value: it takes uncanny power of invincibility to see through the ploy.

Mo lagbara lori yin, eyin ota mi.

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Psalms 10:1-18 (KJV)

Why standest thou afar off, O LORD? why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?

The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.

For the wicked boasteth of his heart's desire, and blesseth the covetous, whom the LORD abhorreth.

The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts.

His ways are always grievous; thy judgments are far above out of his sight: as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.

He hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved: for I shall never be in adversity.

His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and fraud: under his tongue is mischief and vanity.
He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages: in the secret places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes are privily set against the poor.

He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.
He croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.

He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten: he hideth his face; he will never see it.
Arise, O LORD; O God, lift up thine hand: forget not the humble.

Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God? he hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it.
Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.

Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man: seek out his wickedness till thou find none.

The LORD is King for ever and ever: the heathen are perished out of his land.

LORD, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:

To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.

Must everyone belong to your persuasion? If you have right to your choices and projections?

How many of the people who have different opinions than yours have tried to kill you for that? That's the measure of your wickedness compared to the one directed at you, which is none. That's to reveal how wicked a soul you are to you just in case you don't know yet.

Already, you are bursted.

If God has completely exposed you, be rest assured that He has started the process that will completely pay you back for everything you have done against the Innocents.

You can run back to your power house, but you can never escape the justice to the process you have long began.

Kindly return my notebook that your agency stole from me on Saturday,

I took the risk to follow through your game right from Monday and this is your reward for a job well coordinated.

Since you won't give up, you must live through the consequences of your wickedness. Be rest assured that you are a prisoner walking free with your agency.

Continue with what you have been doing and keep as many men around my path to and fro my shuttles to my house.

Your ultimate goal have failed from the beginning, but you won't stop until you find yourself in the prison that you have predicted for yourself and your accomplices.

There's how God often confirms his saving grace. I ran into an old customer recently. I joined the bus for presentation around my regular route. The journey started from oshodi, to Sango.

As I began to talk, I could recognize a familiar face, but I can't place where I have met the person. I believe he's a customer and I saluted him and continued my presentation.

Along the line, I brought out my product and there was a mistake, I have one with my old label and that was the one I brought out. I pleaded with the listeners that that's the old label and I have been talking about the new one instead.

At this point, the man I claimed to be familiar with demanded for the old label and I obliged him. After checking out the label for whatever, he returned the article to me.

Then he asked, do you still recognize me?
I said, I really can't.

He said that "I came to your shop at iyana-Ipaja? Then at Egbeda?"

At this point I recognized him immediately. He's Mr Taiwo Agbaminaja.

Let's cross check, please

There's a man I used to drop off my stuff with, at Toll gate. I told just two people about this place for a control. Then I noticed that an infiltrator is monitoring my progress from here. It always follow a woman who will call and demand for a different label of the product.

Once I take the product to the shop, the stalkers know I have stocks and the next thing is to position where I normally board buses and then act like customers. Once they have the product, they can control me from there trying to act as a returning customers.

That trick failed to get me, but what I discovered was that this people usually use this woman to know if I'm out of stock or not.
I explained this to the guy I normally keep my stock with, and the response I got was revealing.

The man said he noticed that the man who bought the last one I brought was concentrating on the address part of the label the moment he came to buy the last time.

Subsequently, he returned a week later for more and he was wondering how he's been using the product and then one more thing, he thought to himself, could it be that I copied the product and the original makers are now trailing me?

I said never. I never copied the product from anyone. It's a gift of God borne out of personal experience and training. Now the question on Mr Taiwo Agbaminaja lips after looking at the label was, are you still at your shop where I came the last time?

My answer was yes.

He's just read the label, and nothing has changed, what again with the address when he's read it on the label? He's trying to know what they've been trying to know. While their tracking me led to the contact I led them to at toll gate, it also helped me to burst their ruse.

It's either I'm lured to their den or they come and infiltrate as genuine customer to stage their ultimate agenda. Though they have failed, but they kept trying. I must thank God for safety.

Already, the old men they attached to my case file have all played out and failed ultimately. The monsters are still distributing my details to the new head hunters engaged for the booty hunt, however, these ones too will fail.

It's not just macof, tao11, Ayo Aremu, many of these people are his followers here pretending to be strangers, they were all kidnappers working together as a team.

You can never go scot-free of your crimes. Observe the fact that I began to make this claims from the moment I created this thread? It's a fallout story from my creating this thread in the first instance.

The monsters are careful coming to the open, so they wanted something not plainly traceable to them. You can assume I'm making a far fetched claims, a dead man had no one to plead his cause, when you survive an injurious wickedness, perpetrators must be brought to book.

Karma is an ongoing thing and they have to come to their Waterloo. You must bear the bounty fruits of your labour during harvest.

The fact that my absolutesuccess account has got locked has completely established the points I've been making, I can't log in to the account anymore.

I just discovered that yesterday. I've done enough to expose you and your squad, I've been saved from the old and very crafty serpentine old men you planted into my business, to get me captured, completely unaware.

You've done all in such a way that it's impossible to trace anything to you. But you have seen from the foregoing till now that every of your move till this month is intercepted.

You have failed.

The last one played out in the post I made above. He sent money in one hand through this old man who is my customer, and buyer on the other through the woman I wrote about on the Yahweh In West Africa thread.

So when the old man sent me 10k on Wednesday as he has promised me on Tuesday, the woman I had suspicion for called me few hours later. Before then I don't entertain her call, but the time frame got me curious.

She booked appointment for the next day. I took 1 hour to meet her on Thursday. She bought 3k as she's promised months ago.

Where we met was Meiran, then I took about 30 minutes to observe before moving. Yet these people already planted a young boy to follow me. How do I know?

It's only one chance left, I boarded the bus, but the guy quickly followed me. So we were 5 instead of 4. He complained and the conductor asked him to come down after the bus turned from Meiran - Ekoro road back to the express.

But the boy did not respond. So he asked him to manage till Awori bus stop where people will be coming down. He first negotiated for Oshodi, but when I paid for iyana-Ipaja, he paid for the same place instead.

I made presentation, so unusual for the age bracket, reason for purchase and the mood after presentation, it's only this guy that bought from me. He said he can share it with his family.

The young man should be a teenager and apprentice bricklayer, he has a shovel in his hand. We both came down at iyana-Ipaja and went our separate ways. I have no iota of suspicion for the guy at the time.

My suspicion was what happened later. About the time I was in the bus with this young man, my Android phone was ringing. It was the same woman on jeans that I've shared sometimes ago calling my line.

Meanwhile, she has called me on Tuesday asking to speak with John. I told her politely I'm not John and we ended the call. What did she forget to ask about on Tuesday that she have to return on Thursday to ask again?

Now, if I've answered this woman, this boy sitting beside me will know. A stalker will like to have my phone. A stalker will want to know all sorts of information an Ayo Aremu kind of fellow will be sent to find.

There's a guy called Dele, who have been buying from me. He's a bricklayer and often come around with his apprentice. I suspected that he's one of the hookers being used by this group just like the woman in this story.

He always wants to know my movements on Thursday morning before coming from Mushin. Wanting to know my movements ahead got me suspicious, Thursday morning, Mushin, artisan: they will kill for better contract (sorry for my prejudice), nobody can be trusted.

This man called me incessantly the day I had altercations with my stalkers at iyana-Ipaja, and on the day I won't pick up the call of one of the old men this guy has planted into my sales funnel.

Saturday, I was going to meet with my old customer. I have my curiosity for this old man and wander what he might have under his sleeves.

As I get to iyana-Ipaja, I quickly charged my phone and called him to know that I'm around although I'm 1 hour late. He said we'll connect at my old shop in 2 minutes.

Just as I made to go out, a man came in asking for someone to help him draft "power of Anthony" for a landed property that someone else wants to sell. My friend who operates the cafe was lost.

I was having two notebooks in my hand and I placed it on the table to help the man. He was saying some things to get me involved in the narrative about the land, but I was thinking about the man I want to see.

I left the cafe without these notebooks.

As I met this old man at the balcony of my last shop, he was not surprised I no longer use the shop, he only said that he almost went into the shop, as if he knows I no longer use the place, meanwhile we've not met since I left the place.

Instead, he said I should not go to get money from those people again, I was lost. Which people? He said microfinance people that I once told him about in our discussion. I said oh, thanks. He informed me that the product has travelled far. So great to hear.

I went back to point 2 in my journey. I played there for more than 4 hours and was careful with the new faces hanging around. I don't know what game is up with the stalkers.

However, I returned to the cafeteria where I first charged my phone and wrote power of attorney for an old man. My mind went straight to the old man the very moment I couldn't see the notebook.

My suspicion was established at the nick of time with the stray call that came on my phone. I called back and the line was not going. Then I made frantic efforts and after the sixth time, we got talking.

He introduced himself as Baba Eko calling from Aboru. I told him point blank that whatever he's employed to do have already failed. I told him he will meet God at the gate.

As I began my journey home, I know that there would be funny movements, but I'm more than a conqueror. At the gate to my street, there's already a stranger waiting, let me assume it's just coincidence.

Now here's the wisdom. All the isolated incident in this write-up are coordinated. My old customer called me out as a hooker. The man trying to sell land is the backup.

If I've ever asked to know more about the land and it's location, I would have gotten into the trap. Meanwhile, I won't be able to connect the instance of the land seller to my old customer.

Baba Eko called me just about the time I left where I was and possibly should be on my way home. Who is Baba Eko?

Originally, my old customer, Mr. Ogunrinu had once told me that he has a brother living at Aboru. Whereas, my mystery caller identify himself as Baba Eko. If my old customer came from Herbert Macaulay way, Ebute Meta, and I'm presently suspicious of him, my suspicion just paid off.

My customer can't call me back at this moment, only a stranger will, to know my movements if there's someone waiting at the gate getting upset for being kept in the wait all along.

So since this is a teamwork, he'll dedicate a member of his team for this task. That's why Mr. Ogunrinu used Baba Eko as backup. Baba Eko is the brother to Mr Taiwo Ogunrinu that he told me lives at Aboru.

Part of the strangers in the shop I spent about 4 hours playing with friends are the watchmen pretending to be customers, they're there to tell my movements from point A to point B in their place of assignments.

It's not what I'm doing that's Earth shattering, it's the hate resources and the evil resources at this people's disposal that's talking. And God has used an ordinary person like me to confound the wicked.

I got your game clear as crystal.

This is not entertainment, it's pure detective work to enable the process that will ultimately convict the wicked and his killer squad at the fullness of time.

I later found the notebook, but all other information equally falls on my lap thanks to the most high God. As for me and my family, we shall serve the Lord, and it will always be happy ending for us.

B'Olorun o Muni, iro lasebi npa.

You can give my details to people from place to place, it's you who will bite the dust at last.

Your reward is waiting for you as the ultimate profits from your labour.

Here's the interesting thing, my telegram want me to update and as I did, I saw the use of names as found below.

The app automatically synchronized the two different names of the same number on my contact list, hence the different names were stacked one upon the other.

I couldn't repeat the same stacking the next moment. Meanwhile, I have the screenshot of the first instance. Now what's the essence?

I don't know who introduced me to Ayo Aremu, hence I saved the person's number as Ayo Aremu contact in the first instance, hence the entry.

Much later, when I have encounter with this guy called macof and he claimed to know my place, I called Ayo Aremu in my investigative phase of the development.

He never picked my calls. But on Saturday, (which was the second day) during the lockdown period, he called back while driving. We talked, but I never knew what's going on yet.

My own check this time around is to know who introduced me to him? This time around, he said Timothy Ogundele. Then he went further to tell me he's his friend and he has his company too.

That's a powerful revelation. How could someone who had a company introduce a total stranger to his friend who wanted to start a business? Something is fishy.

On his own part, he asked me where do you stays for now? I told him the truth. The next day, Sunday a customer came to Egbeda bus stop to buy my product. We met and he bought.

He gave me N1,500 and promised to send me the remaining balance to my account, which I obliged. He did the same day. The man's name is Sunday Agbaminoja. He later came to my shop at iyana-Ipaja for the next order.

I came to realize that the man was a spy. He's the reason Ayo Aremu asked me where I'm staying (and promised to visit me in one of his drive bys, for us to discuss). No, the truth is, they are planning to send a spy the next day.

What validate the espionage? When I created this thread, I no longer answer my customers as I don't know who to trust. But this man was so persistent. I checked and try to remember who the person was as I saved the contact much earlier.

I later remembered. Then he said he's not paying right away but needs my account number and my location. I said I don't have enough and would need money for the ones he wants.

He said maybe much later then when he's buoyant. I said okay. He never returned. First purchase was during lockdown, now he needed it so bad in 2021 and unable to afford 2k, and his request turned out when I'm making a claim someone is after my life and refusing to answer strangers.

Now these people are hardened criminals. His call came days after I have posted the petition I submitted to the Lagos State Police Command. These are headhunters. My petition never stop them from their schemes.

Now back to the telegram, technology helped us here to validate that the same contact was saved under two names. Then the exhibit I earlier shared from LinkedIn agrees with the the WhatsApp profile picture in "ayoaremucontat"

Have they stopped the hunt? It's the core of their business. Finding victims up and down. Why would a sane human being seek anything to do with the details of a total stranger he chooses to traduce on the internet?

What did he need the information for?

Subsequently...

2prexios:
As I met this old man at the balcony of my last shop, he was not surprised I no longer use the shop, he only said that he almost went into the shop, as if he knows I no longer use the place, meanwhile we've not met since I left the place.

Instead, he said I should not go to get money from those people again, I was lost. Which people? He said microfinance people that I once told him about in our discussion. I said oh, thanks. He informed me that the product has travelled far. So great to hear.

I went back to point 2 in my journey. I played there for more than 4 hours and was careful with the new faces hanging around. I don't know what game is up with the stalkers.

However, I returned to the cafeteria where I first charged my phone and wrote power of attorney for an old man. My mind went straight to the old man the very moment I couldn't see the notebook.

My suspicion was established at the nick of time with the stray call that came on my phone. I called back and the line was not going. Then I made frantic efforts and after the sixth time, we got talking.

He introduced himself as Baba Eko calling from Aboru. I told him point blank that whatever he's employed to do have already failed. I told him he will meet God at the gate.

As I began my journey home, I know that there would be funny movements, but I'm more than a conqueror. At the gate to my street, there's already a stranger waiting, let me assume it's just coincidence.

Now here's the wisdom. All the isolated incident in this write-up are coordinated. My old customer called me out as a hooker. The man trying to sell land is the backup.

If I've ever asked to know more about the land and it's location, I would have gotten into the trap. Meanwhile, I won't be able to connect the instance of the land seller to my old customer.

Baba Eko called me just about the time I left where I was and possibly should be on my way home. Who is Baba Eko?

Originally, my old customer, Mr. Ogunrinu had once told me that he has a brother living at Aboru. Whereas, my mystery caller identify himself as Baba Eko. If my old customer came from Herbert Macaulay way, Ebute Meta, and I'm presently suspicious of him, my suspicion just paid off.

My customer can't call me back at this moment, only a stranger will, to know my movements if there's someone waiting at the gate getting upset for being kept in the wait all along.

So since this is a teamwork, he'll dedicate a member of his team for this task. That's why Mr. Ogunrinu used Baba Eko as backup. Baba Eko is the brother to Mr Taiwo Ogunrinu that he told me lives at Aboru.

Part of the strangers in the shop I spent about 4 hours playing with friends are the watchmen pretending to be customers, they're there to tell my movements from point A to point B in their place of assignments.

It's not what I'm doing that's Earth shattering, it's the hate resources and the evil resources at this people's disposal that's talking. And God has used an ordinary person like me to confound the wicked.

I got your game clear as crystal.

On my last post, I was fixated on why this man would add my account number without my consent anywhere.

In retrospect, it's a lie. He's trying to create a mirage to keep the connection between us alive as it's one of the last that these people have with me.

If this could control me, then I can always be engaged and be kept at arm's reach till any of their diverse machinations can be successful.

This putting my account number somewhere is "false help" like every other unsolicited false help of the past. Someone is behind the offer and the truth is out.

It's illogical, and it came after I refused picking the man's frantic calls and dropping his call after he used a different number to call me. So, this "help" confirm the truth.

The spies at iyana-Ipaja were feeding the gang leaders the information that I'm completely broke, this reinforces the plot and what is to be offered as bait. They were asking to know if my home is already in disarray.

Otherwise, a customer should know that I could have changed business and not make "crazy corporate decisions" for me in absentia when I've not discussed my financial situation with him in a while.

They outsource very unlikely people for the monitoring job but at the end, the ruse failed to deliver. My mom would say, "otito inu nii teru ika pale". Arigisegi to ba s'egi, ori ara re lo maa fi ru.

Ire a k'onire ika a k'onika. Mase l'ogun mamo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K08A7Ttsu4Y

What efforts are you putting up not to be a serial killer? Can you imagine what people harbors in their hearts?

So you know what you are up against when you cross their path.

Psychopaths, what makes you think you must have access to people's private information because you have different opinions from theirs?

Who put you in charge of the lives of others you are restraining yourself from harming? Might is right, but the right might will consume you at last.

Your occult affiliation will not save you.

Hey....you're still alive?

Doflamingo:
Hey....you're still alive?

Yes by his grace.

This thing is just annoying and funny at the same time.

I have known you are a mad man since you started opening threads to speak on yoruba language and history that you do poorly in.

I always knew only a mad Yoruba person would think yorubas are Hebrew. Unfortunately your madness has graduated, you didn't listen to my advice then to seek help, you won't listen now. Anyway enjoy your life with your predicament but get my moniker out of your stupidd posts
I will enter nairaland see many mentions thinking interesting conversations may arise only to see it's asinwin that posted. Abeg abeg you don't have people who care for you at home? They can't take your phone away and put you on medications or what?

macof:
This thing is just annoying and funny at the same time.

I have known you are a mad man since you started opening threads to speak on yoruba language and history that you do poorly in.

I always knew only a mad Yoruba person would think yorubas are Hebrew. Unfortunately your madness has graduated, you didn't listen to my advice then to seek help, you won't listen now. Anyway enjoy your life with your predicament but get my moniker out of your stupidd posts
I will enter nairaland see many mentions thinking interesting conversations may arise only to see it's asinwin that posted. Abeg abeg you don't have people who care for you at home? They can't take your phone away and put you on medications or what?

Omo ehn 😂😂😂

It's not something to laugh about. Mental health issues are not funny, but sometimes the laughter can't be helped. I continue to pray that he gets the help he needs.

Is this still going on?

Probz:
Is this still going on?

Not particularly, I thank God. But I'm careful around the place I used to stay and white away time (at iyana-Ipaja), a business center, they have an agent from their circle in the place.

Possibly a member of theirs that lives near my domain and tries to keep an eye on my movement and sayings in the public.

One thing I have to let go of was my model of business, that's the only thing that could make my movement predictable and that's what these guys used as leverage over and over.

Aside from that, it would be a bit difficult to control me. The big domino itself is for me to have responded positively to the first "Eastern Europe offer" and I didn't.

In fact, that would have gotten me traveling to the den of no return, whilst I'm processing documents and meeting with people for something that was not really there, and it was also the last time I heard from the guy with the offer until I called him later.

The final ones is liable to fail due to my alertness and the help of God. I don't mix with strangers frequently nowadays, I've learnt my lessons. I really appreciate sir.

absoluteSuccess:


Not particularly, I thank God. But I'm careful around the place I used to stay and white away time, a business center, they have an agent from their circle in the place.

One thing I have to let go of was my model of business, that's the only thing that could make my movement predictable and that's what these guys used as leverage over and over.

Aside from that, it would be a bit difficult to control me. The big domino itself is for me to have responded positively to the first "Eastern Europe offer" and I didn't.

In fact, that would have gotten me traveling to the den of no return, whilst I'm processing documents and meeting with people for something that was not really there, and it was also the last time I heard from the guy with the offer until I called him later.

The final ones is liable to fail due to my alertness and the help of God. I don't mix with strangers frequently nowadays, I've learnt my lessons. I really appreciate sir.

My friend, get out from here. I wasn’t talking to you. Go to Poland, don’t go to Poland. I don’t care. I just know it’s about time that macof (who I don’t even like, at all) was left alone and allowed to just get his head down and face his life. Do a big-time comot from his life for us. You’re not that ill.

Probz:


My friend, get out from here. I wasn’t talking to you. Go to Poland, don’t go to Poland. I don’t care. I just know it’s about time that macof (who I don’t even like, at all) was left alone and allowed to just get his head down and face his life. Do a big-time comot from his life for us. You’re not that ill.

I was surprised that you spoke up for me too, but that's to tell you I harbors no hatred against anyone.

But you can make whatever you like with my posts. You are not the one who has been through my experience, and you can't try call the police on me.

My number is here and that of the man I took for macof, it's just so simple to do.

RedboneSmith:


Omo ehn 😂😂😂

It's not something to laugh about. Mental health issues are not funny, but sometimes the laughter can't be helped. I continue to pray that he gets the help he needs.

If you really care for him, call the number I dropped that partains with Timothy Ogundele, he's on LinkedIn, would it be difficult to take up criminal case against me for character assassination that I've levied against this man?

If in your sanity, you can't do this least of favour to a learned man against a "mad man" so to speak, then your claims to erudition, fairness and sanity needed to be questioned.

How many months, how many years, and nobody has gotten across to me with their lawyers for a post I did and people I wrongly accused.

Go to court.

The maple syrup-glazed popcorn is out. This is drama central.

Probz:
The maple syrup-glazed popcorn is out. This is drama central.

It's a simple case to solve, call the people I have identified in my post, stop wailing.

Also, A.S., I know of relatively innocent people personally who the devil (via people who had the ump with them) tried to bring into legal wahala (sometimes it was just a case of whiny, silly children trying to play adult to a proper adult/someone so much more experienced about life because of some unresolved issue that got out of hand) but the truth is if you haven’t actually got anything on them, they’re not even getting a visit from a police officer. Talk less rot in jail for as long as you want them to. Even in a lawless, SARS-ridden country like our Naij. They still have to have a reason to dislike you (however ridiculous and flawed it is) to talk to you like that or take you away. It doesn’t just happen because someone said person X is an abusive stalker with no proof that it’s coming from them or anyone at all.

Either you’ve got a case of delusional disorder/systemised paranoia which I’d roll you on clomipramine or trimipramine for with effect of, like, yesterday (sharp-sharp-sharp) or there’s nothing actually wrong with you mentally and you’ve got this continuous ump with macof which has taken another level but the truth of the matter’s still in your head. You can’t go trying to bung someone in prison on the basis of nothing going for such a claim. And that’s without getting into the overall craziness of this whole situation. But I do know that this is something you can help on at least a certain level. Your finer mental health might need tweaking to get to the point where you’re able to drop this but 60% of it is on you. That’s why I don’t mind being harsh with you now. Because there’s a good chunk of you that isn’t under the control of this illness or whatever it is going on at all. You’re making very conscious choices.

Take the Surmontil, love. IV if need be.