#PG 18+
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"Do you smoke weed
Do you ride a Bentley
Do you feel unseen
Or you're a Thompson
Do you speak in pounds
Dollars or cedis
Do you wanna make me high
Girl get on your knees"
I sang along with the brotherhood. They popped champagne out the Porsche. I was way past the speed limit. We are Africans in China. The streets of Hong Kong were really nice to our pockets.
My friends and I are professional hackers, we log into electronic files and copy important data. We're a four man squad.
Coming from the streets, life's been really cruel, not until our post uni days when the heavens decided to make it rain. I owe it to Mama's prayers. Blessings on blessings, graces on graces.
Being on the streets turns you to something else. There were nights I slept under the bridge, I hawked, I stole gadgets. I became smart, it's a survival trait. In Nigeria; my home, we call it 'street sense.' Things stayed that way until I met my Destiny helper. He recognized my sharp wits and educated me. Now I make more breakthroughs and I formed my own squad.
'Don' (as he's called) didn't try to cage me. He always tells me he's really proud of me.
I'm that bird he loves to watch soar high in the sky.
I kicked the breaks when me eyes landed on a shawty. Petite. Just the way I like them.
"Yo... Shawty, can a laowai take you to your door step?" I smirked.
She scoffed and continued her steps. She's got an attitude, huh!?
"Oooowww, that's nasty. Finally; here's one you can't bag!" My brothers mocked me.
"Wanna bet?" I grimaced.
"Bag $10,000 if you land this one in seven days." My favorite pal challenged me. Since we all didn't have better things to do with our currencies.
"Sharp. You all roll it." I unlocked the car.
"What!?" They all asked!
"Get outta my car! How's she gonna get in when y'all seating In my face? Get out!" I pushed the chubby guy out of the passenger seat and the rest rolled out.
I caught up with her.
"你好 (nǐ hǎo/hello)!" Of course I could speak Mandarin. It's been three years I slid in and out of China.
"你迷路了吗
Nǐ mílùle ma (Are you lost?)" She retorted.
I eyed her, my eyes roaming. She had glass skin, and pretty legs. Dirty things on my mind.
I saw her eyes cunningly scan the 'ice on my neck' my diamond watch, and my Porsche.
I found what I was looking for, an entry mark. For her it was 'her greed.' Not wasting time I fired.
"Ever been to a designer store?" It seemed like she didn't fully understand... But she knew the meaning of the word 'designer.'
She nodded.
"How about we swap that bag for Gucci.?" I smirked.
"Gucci?" She asked... Finally grinning.
"Yeah. You like Gucci don't you?"
She nodded. I curled two fingers in the air. 'get in.'
"好的 (hǎo de) okay." She hopped in. Not hesitating.
My attraction dropped 50%. That easy? I needed a challenge. Is there anything money can't do?
I sped off. She had quite an expensive throat. I spent $2,050 at the store. I felt upset knowing I could achieve my motive with way less but I threw in my best to make sure I don't loose my bet to my subordinates. I'm Alpha, I lead in all things. I can't lose a challenge.
She hugged me. I dropped her off at her apartment. I was going to drive off when she invited me in.
While she was in the shower, I set my camera.
I videoed the whole scene. She asked me to sleep over... I said I had to leave... Cause I was irritated by her already.
"我什么时候能再见到你杰米
Wǒ shénme shíhòu néng zàijiàn dào nǐ jié mǐ (when would I see you again Jamie?)" She pulled my beards. Only then did I notice the ring on her fourth finger. She's married.
"I'll call you." I twitched.
With that I turned around to leave. She blew a kiss from the doorpost as I sat behind the steering. I caught it and winked. She closed the door.
I was still in the parking lot when I posted the video on our 'guys' group. I didn't bother blurring it because I felt the four of us were mature enough to protect our victims.
I captioned it...
"Wey my money?"
I dropped my account details.
I saw the typing indicator, I didn't wait to read what was being typed, I pulled out of the parking lot, I accelerated home.
I tossed my phone as I jumped on my bed. I kicked off my shoes. I shared a small crib with myself. My apartment was a mess, clothes lying here and there.
I had it all: Wealth, influence, respect, admiration... But no one knew how I really felt inside.
I felt empty, I felt lost. I felt hollow and joyless. I had a lot of bad energy, I felt a little relieved as I just shared my bad energy with the Chinese shawty. I had traveled the world, I had experienced ladies of diverse races. I thought I'd feel fulfilled, satisfied... That I could conquer... But the more I did that the emptier I felt. But was I about to stop? No.
Womanizing is like a drug for me... It's sucking me out: my money, my time, my energy, my soul... But I just can't stop.
Depression's the one squatter living rent free in my apartment. He has refused to get out. He's my loyal companion 24/7.
I looked at the picture of the only thing that intimidates me, yet, satisfies me and gives me a genuine smile.
Shade.
She was my next door neighbor in high school. Her mother and herself sold bean cake in the ghetto we grew up in. She was my first love. The only girl that really mattered to me. I loved her all these years, but her purity was like a flame that burned the devil in me. Her innocence was like holy water sprinkled on my soul.
She repelled me, just as much as she enchanted and compelled me. The only girl who made me stutter. Who made me so confused and bewirlded. For her, I was an unquantifiable fool, moron, and coward.
She was too good for me. I knew my filth would never complement her shine. She needed some Pastor, some saint, to complement her charisma. I was a bloody sinner. I hear good girls are magnetized by bad boys... But I would be honest with myself... I stood no chance.
I had no clue on how to approach her. I was scared of myself. I couldn't trust myself with her, I'd set her ablaze with my chaos. So like a coward I'd stalk her social media every morning and evening with a fake account. I was somewhat comfortable with that. I know it can't stay that way forever... She'd be with someone else, I don't want to wake up to that reality... So let me flee from the soon coming truth, and remain in my comforting cowardice.
I'm a bad boy, I don't want to ruin her innocence. I don't want to quench her fire of chastity.
The only time I tried to connect with Shade, I traced down her best friend she always posted on social media. I planned to make it look like a coincidence, and have her best friend connect us. I just wanted to see her, occasionally, since I couldn't ask her out. However, I ended up manhandling her best friend and I played her. I was scared I'd hurt Shade too, so I kept my distance.
I passively saw figures moving in my room, but whenever I looked; there's nothing there. I reached for my other phone... I got a message.
It read "I've heard a lot about Nigerian men... I thought it was all cap..."
I didn't wait to see the end of the message. I clicked 'block.' I didn't care to know who it was... It didn't matter. The number was unsaved so...
I filled the search bar "Tyson waitress."
I texted her. ''come over.''
In less than five minutes she replied. "Can't, my man's home."
"Tell him your grandma's got a heart attack."
"He's getting suspicious. Don't want to lose him."
"You crazy? Who's paying for your 'daughter of Jezebel ' nails and crazy 'helicopter blade' lashes?"
.... No response.
"See you at 10:00pm."
"Okay."
"And smell nice. Don't want no fish smell in my crib."
"No qualms."
I couldn't bear to sleep alone. I was lonely. If there's one thing that makes me jealous, it's a happy soul. It's one thing I couldn't stand. I wasn't moved by expensive things no more... I'd paid my dues. How dare she have me paying her bills and she's trying to wave me off cause of her incapable whatever. I'd wreck those two. I hissed. Opening the drawer I grabbed a chocolate bar.
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ORATOR:
For some of you, it's not like your mother's didn't train you, or you don't have a good upbringing. You just decided to be influenced by peers. You don't get greater by inflicting damage on the bones of humanity, you only get smaller.
The satisfaction you get from those acts is an illusion, that is why after everything... You are never satisfied.
You are not beyond condemnation... But it's not too late to retract your steps.
Some of the trends you see on social media are from the occult. Some of the influencers you see on social media are straight out of the kingdoms of darkness and they are there to sell false ideologies to influence you. To damage your morals and virtues... To defraud humanity and break homes.
Some seeds planted in you today would cause your divorce many months from now.
Search for keen knowledge and get understanding. Hold unto your values and don't compromise.
A man is the head of the home. How can a body function vitally when the head is not correct?
Such acts are self destructive. You may feel powerful, but the earth underneath your feet is slowly giving way for your downfall.
You may feel great by selling your bodies and souls... But it's to an end. There's law and order for a reason, to create balance. Once this balance is shaken... There's a disharmony and there's chaos.
Whenever you sleep with a woman, there's a part of you you'd never get back. It's like the reverse of an upgraded version. You degenerate. Your potentials, your energy... You get demonic, bitter, spiteful.
What are the values your society, family lineage and the world at large handed you? Hold unto them. Honesty, modesty, integrity, selflessness, morality, kindness, patience, reliability, sense of responsibility.
It doesn't matter what's going on around you in whatever community you find yourself. It doesn't matter the circumstances, don't bend.
The things you do in private when no one's watching are the things that really define you.
Makeup your mind to discard rascality and indecency. Deceit, perversion, greed, whoremoning, prostitution, theft. They don't take you anywhere. The profits are illusional and they keep you in one spot. They take more than they give.
Don't pick up habits simply because they are in voke. You smoke because your friends smoke, you club because your friends club, you want to impress the world and you loose yourself.
Your values define who you are.
You're gonna have families one day... Treat people the way you want your family members to be treated; because whatever goes around...?
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