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Epilogue

In life, the lessons that shape us often emerge from the darkest corners of our experiences. Bisola and Bayo's story is one such cautionary tale, a narrative etched in greed, shortcuts, and the devastating consequences of ignoring life's red flags.

Bisola had once been the vibrant star in her circle, ired for her charm and ambition. When she met Bayo, his sudden and unexplained wealth seemed like the answer to all her prayers. The luxurious gifts, the endless vacations, and the promise of a life beyond her wildest dreams dulled her instincts. She ignored the whispers of doubt and the shadows that loomed behind Bayo's quick rise to fortune. Her heart convinced her that love and riches could coexist, but her soul warned her otherwise.

It wasn’t until it was too late that Bisola realized the price of her choices. The wealth that once sparkled so brightly became a chain that bound her to a world of danger and deceit. Tunde's fortune, she discovered, came at a cost far greater than she had ever imagined—a cost that threatened her very life.

The lesson was clear, yet painfully learned: Don’t be a Bisola. The moment you realize that the sudden wealth of your partner cannot be explained, walk away. Walk away while you still have the chance, while your heart still beats and the world still offers you a second chance at life. No amount of luxury is worth losing your soul or your safety.

On the other hand, Bayo’s story was a different kind of tragedy. Bayo, once filled with dreams of building his empire, found himself tempted by shortcuts. The fast lane promised him instant success, and he was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. He abandoned the steady grind, the honest toil, and the small victories that form the foundation of lasting success.

But the fast lane is a treacherous path. It demands more than it gives, and it takes more than you are prepared to lose. Bayo's pursuit of quick success left him disillusioned, broken, and without the fulfillment he had so desperately sought. The very process he had shunned was the key to the stable, meaningful success he yearned for.

His story stands as a stark reminder: Don’t be a Bayo. Trust the process. Embrace the slow climb, the moments of struggle, and the lessons learned along the way. The journey may be long, but it is honest, and it builds a foundation that no storm can shake.

In the end, the stories of Bisola and Bayo serve as warnings, as lessons etched into the fabric of life. Greed blinds, and shortcuts betray. True wealth—whether in love, success, or life—is built on trust, integrity, and patience.

Choose wisely. The path you take today shapes the story you tell tomorrow.

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Two years ed, and Bayo's life remained a whirlwind of parties, indulgence, and recklessness. Night after night, he painted the town red with his friends, indulging in the highs of city nightlife. His reputation as a carefree, larger-than-life figure grew, but so did the shadows of his past, lurking just beyond the bright lights of the clubs and the deafening beats of the music.

On one fateful night, like so many others, Bayo and his entourage embarked on another night of debauchery. The evening started with rounds of drinks, loud laughter, and wild dancing. As usual, the group drew attention—Bayo, always the center of it all, exuded a confidence that masked the turmoil buried deep within.

The clock struck 3 a.m., and the night began to wane. Intoxicated and emboldened by his inebriation, Bayo insisted on driving home, despite protests from his companions. The group piled into his sleek car, their laughter echoing through the quiet streets as Bayo accelerated recklessly, his heavy foot on the gas pedal a reflection of his untamed spirit.

As they sped down the dimly lit highway, the atmosphere in the car shifted. Bayo’s mind began to wander, and memories of Bisola, his long-lost love, crept into his thoughts. The guilt and grief he had long buried began to resurface, amplified by the alcohol coursing through his veins. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they clung to him like a shadow he couldn’t escape.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance, illuminated by the car’s headlights. At first, Bayo thought it was a trick of his alcohol-clouded mind, but as they drew closer, his heart froze. It was her—Bisola. She stood motionless in the middle of the road, her ethereal form glowing faintly against the darkness. Her eyes, filled with sorrow, seemed to pierce straight through him.

Bayo screamed, jerking the steering wheel in panic. The tires screeched as the car swerved uncontrollably. In a split second, the vehicle collided head-on with a stationary truck parked on the side of the road. The deafening crash shattered the stillness of the night. Metal crumpled like paper, and glass shattered into a thousand shards.

When the dust settled, the scene was one of utter devastation. The once-luxurious car was now an unrecognizable heap of twisted metal. All the occupants, including Bayo, his friends, and the women who had accompanied them, lay lifeless in the wreckage. The vibrant energy that had defined their night had been snuffed out in an instant.

As the authorities arrived and began piecing together the tragic accident, a strange sense of unease lingered in the air. Some whispered that Bayo’s recklessness had finally caught up with him, while others believed the ghost of Bisola had come to claim him, sealing his fate.

And so, the tale of Bayo’s meteoric rise and catastrophic fall became a cautionary legend, a reminder of how unchecked desires and unresolved guilt could lead to a tragic end. For Bayo, who had once lived as if invincible, his journey ended not in glory but in the silence of the grave, leaving behind only memories and unanswered questions.

One day at an event held at Lagos island, Bayo couldn't believe his luck when he spotted a popular Instagram influencer named Brandy at the event. He was so confident of getting down with her as he approached her due to his level of wealth in social influence, his mind filled with wild thoughts and sexual imagination. They exchanged numbers, and as fate would have it, they were both staying at the same hotel.

Later that evening, Bayo sent Brandy a text, inviting her over to his room. He couldn't believe his luck when she agreed, and they settled on a fee. Bayo quickly transferred the funds, his excitement building as he imagined the night ahead.

Brandy arrived at Bayo's room, her curves barely contained in her tight dress. Bayo's eyes roamed over her body, his dick hardening as he imagined what lay beneath. He opened the door and pulled her inside, his hands exploring her body as he pressed her against the wall.

"Bleep, Bayo," Brandy moaned as he kissed her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. "I've been thinking about this all day."

Bayo couldn't believe his ears. He had fantasized about this moment for months, and now it was finally happening. He slid his hands down her body, his fingers finding the hem of her dress and pulling it up.

Brandy moaned as Bayo's fingers slipped inside her panties, his fingers exploring her wet pussy. She ground her hips against his hand, her body begging for more. Bayo obliged, his fingers slipping inside her as he kissed her deeply.

"Oh god, Bayo," Brandy gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. "I want your dick inside me."

Bayo didn't need to be told twice. He quickly undressed, his dick hard and ready. Brandy dropped to her knees, her eyes filled with lust as she wrapped her lips around his dick.

Bayo groaned as she sucked him, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper.

"Bleep, Brandy," Bayo gasped, his body trembling with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum."

Brandy pulled back, her eyes filled with desire. "I want you to cum inside me," she moaned, her fingers sliding down her body and slipping inside her pussy.

Bayo didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his dick, her body shuddering as he filled her. He thrust inside her, his fingers digging into her hips as he bleeped her hard.

"Oh god, Bayo," Brandy moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum."

Bayo felt her pussy clench around his dick as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer, his body tensing as he came inside her.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Bayo couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just bleeped his dream girl, and it had been even better than he had imagined.

Brandy rolled onto her side, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "That was amazing," she purred, her fingers tracing circles on Bayo's chest.

Bayo smiled, his body still humming with pleasure. "You were incredible," he said, his fingers tangling in her hair.

They lay in bed for hours, their bodies entwined as they explored each other. Bayo couldn't believe his luck. He had just had the hottest sex of his life, and it had been with the girl of his dreams.

Bayo's wealth grew exponentially, turning him into a living legend in his town. Once an ambitious young man with big dreams, he had now become the epitome of success and luxury. His rise to prominence was nothing short of meteoric, and soon, his name was on everyone’s lips. Whispers of his business acumen and mysterious ventures echoed through the streets, but what truly captivated people’s attention was his lavish lifestyle.

Bayo was always in the spotlight, seen with the most stunning celebrities and influential figures. Paparazzi followed him wherever he went, snapping pictures of him on red carpets, at exclusive galas, and during high-profile charity events. His charm was magnetic, and he seemed to have a natural talent for forging connections with the rich and famous. The media couldn’t get enough of him, and neither could the town’s residents, who watched in awe as he lived a life many could only dream of.

But it wasn’t just his business or social appearances that made Bayo a sensation. His personal life was the stuff of tabloid headlines. Every week, it seemed, he was jetting off to exotic destinations—Maldives, Santorini, Bora Bora—with a new woman by his side. These women were not just beautiful; they were icons in their own right—models, actresses, and influencers with millions of followers. The private jets, five-star resorts, and glittering yachts were just part of the norm for Bayo’s vacations, each one more extravagant than the last.

Back home, his presence was equally commanding. He was the ultimate host, throwing grand parties at his luxurious mansion. The guest list was always exclusive, featuring politicians, business magnates, and socialites. Women flocked to him, drawn by his charm, confidence, and seemingly endless resources. Many ired him; others envied him. Some whispered about how he amassed his fortune so quickly, while others were content to bask in his glow and enjoy the perks of his generosity.

Bayo’s phone buzzed constantly, a testament to his ever-growing influence. Calls and messages from irers, business partners, and fans flooded in. He had become the man everyone wanted to know, the one people called when they needed a favor or an introduction to someone important. His social calendar was packed, but he never seemed overwhelmed. To outsiders, Bayo was unstoppable—a man at the peak of his powers, living a life that defied imagination.

And yet, beneath the glittering exterior, there was a question that lingered in the air: How long could Bayo maintain this whirlwind existence? Would his fame and fortune continue to soar, or would the pressures of such a fast-paced life eventually catch up with him? For now, though, Bayo remained the undisputed king of his world, a sensation whose name would be ed long after the headlines faded.

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Bisola’s death cast a dark shadow over her family. The pain of losing her so suddenly was unbearable. Her parents, siblings, and close friends were united in their grief, but there was also anger burning within them. They believed Bayo, her boyfriend, had a hand in her tragic demise. Though the details were murky, the family wasted no time pressing charges, leading to Bayo’s arrest.

However, the legal system proved less decisive. There was no tangible evidence to directly link Bayo to her death. Without physical proof or credible witnesses, the case against him crumbled, and Bayo walked free. The family was devastated, feeling that justice had been denied. Their mourning deepened, not just for Bisola but for the broken system that allowed her suspected killer to go unpunished.

In the months following Bisola’s death, Bayo’s life took an unexpected turn. His fraudulent schemes began paying off massively. It was as though fate had rewarded him in defiance of the family’s sorrow. Money started pouring in at an alarming rate, transforming Bayo’s life.

Within a year, he acquired three luxurious homes, each more opulent than the last. His newfound wealth gave him access to a life of unparalleled luxury. He traveled frequently, always flying first class to exotic destinations around the globe. Each trip was a spectacle of indulgence—private beaches, exclusive nightclubs, and designer shopping sprees.

Bayo’s growing fleet of exotic cars became the talk of the town. Sleek Lamborghinis, roaring Ferraris, and majestic Rolls-Royces were parked in his garage, a testament to his unchecked success. His nights were spent in the most extravagant hotels, where the staff knew him by name and treated him like royalty.

He was never alone during these escapades. Beautiful women, the kind who turned heads wherever they went, always accompanied him. They were drawn to his charm, his wealth, and his ability to provide a lifestyle that seemed too good to be true. Social media was flooded with pictures of Bayo at rooftop parties, lounging by infinity pools, and living a life that seemed plucked from a dream.

To the outside world, Bayo had become a symbol of success. But to those who knew the story of Bisola, his fortune was a cruel irony, a stark reminder of the justice that had eluded her family. Whispers began circulating about the price Bayo might have paid for his wealth, and whether his lavish lifestyle was worth the heavy shadow that followed him—a shadow cast by the memory of Bisola and the questions surrounding her untimely death.

Bisola woke up feeling an overwhelming sense of pain and exhaustion, her body aching as if she had carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. She tried to shake it off, but the discomfort was unlike anything she had experienced before. Meanwhile, Bayo observed her from a distance, a smug look creeping onto his face. He knew all too well what was happening—his charm had begun to take effect. This was exactly what he had intended.

Despite his cruel intentions, a pang of fear flickered in his chest. If Bisola were to die under his roof, it could bring unwanted attention and questions he wasn’t prepared to answer. Trying to maintain his calm facade, Bayo handed Bisola a small wad of cash. “Take this and go home,” he said, his voice devoid of concern but laced with urgency. Bisola, too weak and disoriented to argue, clutched the money and set off.

The journey home was agonizing. Each step felt heavier than the last, her vision blurring with every moment. The bustling streets around her blurred into an indistinct haze as she fought to keep herself upright. But her strength gave way halfway through the journey. Bisola collapsed onto the hard pavement, her body hitting the ground with a dull thud.

The crowd gathered quickly, murmurs of concern and panic filling the air. A few good Samaritans stepped forward, lifting her unconscious body and rushing her to the nearest hospital. The atmosphere at the hospital was tense as they wheeled her into the emergency room, doctors and nurses moving swiftly to assess her condition.

But it was too late. The medical staff worked frantically, but Bisola showed no signs of life. After several attempts to revive her, the attending physician stepped out to address the anxious group of bystanders. With a heavy heart, he announced, “She was gone on arrival.”

The news spread like wildfire, leaving those who had helped Bisola shaken and grief-stricken. Meanwhile, miles away, Bayo smirked to himself. His twisted plan had unfolded just as he had envisioned, and he was confident that no one would connect him to her untimely demise. But little did he know, the seeds of his eventual downfall had already been sown.

Bisola’s mysterious death would not be forgotten. Suspicion would rise, secrets would unravel, and justice would eventually catch up to Bayo, proving that no evil deed goes unanswered.

Bayo had been restless ever since he made his fateful decision. The weight of it gnawed at his conscience, yet the allure of the power and fortune promised by the herbalist was too strong to resist. He returned to the herbalist's secluded hut, the air thick with the scent of burning herbs and mysticism. The old man eyed him knowingly, his gaze piercing.

“You’ve made your choice, then,” the herbalist rasped, his voice a mixture of menace and encouragement. Bayo nodded, unable to speak. The herbalist handed him a small, intricately designed ring, its dark, polished surface glinting ominously in the dim light.

“Wear this on your finger,” the herbalist instructed, his tone grave. “When the time comes, use it to anoint the head of your chosen sacrifice. Only then will the ritual be complete.”

Bayo left the hut with a pounding heart, the ring feeling unnaturally heavy in his pocket. Back at home, he sat in silence, grappling with guilt and anticipation. For a moment, he almost reconsidered. But as the night deepened, his resolve hardened. He reached for his phone and called Bisola.

She arrived that evening, her laughter filling the room as she teased him about his pensive mood. To her, it was just another night at Bayo’s place—a routine they had fallen into. She headed to his kitchen, effortlessly preparing a simple yet delicious dinner for them. Bayo watched her, his chest tightening with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Was it guilt? Love? Or perhaps the faint whisper of his humanity clinging to life?

After dinner, they retired to his bedroom. Their intimacy was electric, a familiar dance of ion and connection. For a moment, Bayo allowed himself to forget the dark purpose that loomed over the night. Bisola eventually fell asleep beside him, her breathing soft and even.

Bayo stared at her peaceful face, the weight of the ring in his pocket now unbearable. Slowly, he retrieved it, his hands trembling. Sliding the ring onto his finger, he took a deep breath. His mind raced with memories of their time together, her laughter, her kindness, her unwavering trust in him.

“This is for the greater good,” he whispered to himself, though the words felt hollow.

With a shaking hand, he reached out and gently rubbed the ring across Bisola’s forehead. The moment felt surreal, as though time had stopped. The ring grew warm on his finger, and a faint glow pulsed through its surface. Bisola stirred slightly but did not wake.

The deed was done. Bayo sat there, the room eerily silent, his heart pounding like a drumbeat of dread. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had irrevocably shifted—not just in the room, but in his soul.

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Bayo paced his small living room, his thoughts tangled in a web of fear, ambition, and desperation. He stared out the window at the darkening sky, feeling the weight of his recent choices pressing down on him. "The goal is to make Mama proud," he muttered to himself. His mother's face flashed before his eyes, her gentle smile and the pride she’d shown when he started making money, escaping the poverty that had plagued them. Sacrificing her was unthinkable. After all, she was the reason he wanted to succeed in the first place.

His mind wandered to his siblings, their faces lined with the same struggles he’d known growing up. They’d endured hardship together, sharing scraps of food, shivering under thin blankets, and dreaming of a life free from want. Now, after climbing the social ladder, he was known as "Odogwu," a name that meant he was respected, ired, even feared by some. But that reputation didn’t come from honest work. No, Bayo had made his fortune through dangerous shortcuts, a lifestyle that had brought him the "big boy" status he now couldn’t bear to lose. Returning to a life of poverty was out of the question, and the idea of clocking into a 9-to-5 job felt absurd. His skin crawled at the thought of answering to someone else, exchanging his precious freedom for a paycheck.

After hours of brooding, Bayo began to rationalize his way through a dark path. He considered every option, examining the people closest to him. One by one, he ruled out each person—Mama, his brothers and sisters, even a few distant friends. They were all either too dear to him or too intertwined with his own identity. But then there was Bisola.

Bisola had been by his side for a while, drawn by the allure of his money and status. She loved the lifestyle he provided, the fancy dinners, the designer bags, the thrill of being seen with a man of influence. But Bayo knew deep down that her loyalty was tied to his wealth. If things went south, she wouldn’t hesitate to leave. In fact, she could be replaced. Bisola, he thought, had come to love the life he provided more than the man behind it.

After hours of silent deliberation, a chilling clarity settled over him. His hands shook, but his resolve hardened. "Bisola," he whispered, her name a hollow echo in the quiet room.

After about four months of enjoying his newfound wealth, Bayo found himself craving even more. Greed had taken hold, pushing him to pursue an even more extravagant lifestyle. He wanted to indulge in every luxury available—acquire the latest cars, stay in lavish homes, and experience the thrill of flying in private jets. However, his current wealth wasn’t enough to sustain such desires, and he became fixated on acquiring more, no matter the cost. Bayo’s desire for status and luxury grew so intense that he turned once again to his trusted herbalist, seeking additional rituals that could further increase his fortune.

When Bayo explained his desires, his herbalist agreed to consult the gods on his behalf. After performing a series of rituals, the herbalist returned with news that left Bayo at a crossroads. The gods had heard his request but would only grant his wish under one unyielding condition. For the wealth he desired, Bayo would need to make a human sacrifice—a grave offering that required him to surrender the life of someone he deeply cared for. To secure the immense fortune he dreamed of, he would have to give up someone he loved to appease the gods. This decision would weigh heavily on Bayo, forcing him to confront the ultimate price of his greed and consider whether the wealth he sought was worth such a tragic loss. He was given 3days to provide the sacrifice or else he is going to run mad and die a tragic death.

The ritual provided Bayo with an enhanced sense of power and wealth, which began to significantly elevate his status in his shady activities. With the new abilities he believed he had acquired, Bayo found it easier to extort more substantial sums from his victims, transforming his image from that of a small-time fraudster to something more akin to a notorious figure like "Pablo." This newfound financial success not only solidified his reputation in his circle but also filled him with a sense of invincibility and prominence that he had not experienced before.

As Bayo’s income increased, so did his ability to pamper Bisola lavishly. He began to shower her with gifts, money, and luxuries beyond what he had previously been able to afford, leading to a noticeable transformation in her lifestyle and appearance. Bisola’s look started to reflect her elevated social standing; she radiated a confidence and allure that set her apart. Her friends quickly noticed the change, and many couldn’t help but envy her “baddie” status, as her upgraded lifestyle became impossible for them to match. Bisola’s rise in their social hierarchy was as swift as it was apparent, and she basked in the iration and subtle jealousy that surrounded her.

One morning, Bayo picked up his phone to call his friend. He wanted to let him know that he was finally ready to proceed with the "Plus" ritual, an initiation believed to enhance his earnings from online fraud. Bayo had been contemplating this step for some time, and he was now convinced it was the right decision. The "Plus" ritual, known among certain circles, was thought to bring prosperity and protection in illicit dealings, and Bayo saw it as a path to quicker financial success.

The following week, Bayo’s friend took him to meet an herbalist in Ogbomoso, a town in Oyo State renowned for its traditional healers and spiritual practices. The herbalist welcomed Bayo with a ritualistic formality, recognizing him as someone seeking power and wealth. After a brief discussion, the herbalist went to work, preparing charms and various concoctions specifically crafted to help Bayo succeed in his "hustle." These items were imbued with specific intentions to draw fortune and shield Bayo from harm. However, the herbalist cautioned that these benefits would not come freely; they would require continuous dedication and sacrifice.

To secure the promised "breakthrough," Bayo was instructed to make a monthly offering of a goat to the gods. This sacrifice was essential for maintaining the blessings and ensuring that his fraudulent ventures would yield profitable results. The herbalist explained that failing to honor this commitment would not only result in a loss of luck but could also bring severe consequences.

Bayo couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the high-rollers at the club, their stacks of cash piling up as they sprayed it carelessly on the dancing girls. He was still struggling to make ends meet, his meager earnings from fraud barely enough to keep him afloat.

As he made his way back home that night, his mind was filled with envy and a newfound drive. He couldn't shake off the fantasy of living like the big ballers, spending money without a care in the world.

But when he got home, he found a silver lining in the clouds – Bisola was there, waiting for him. She had come to sleep over, and the sight of her calmed his racing mind. He had always had a thing for her, and he knew that she felt the same way.

The night was still young, and they decided to make the most of it. Bisola pulled out Bayo's dick from his boxers, and without wasting any time, she licked the tip of his erect penis. Bayo loved this pre-intimacy, and he could feel himself getting harder as Bisola's tongue traced the length of his shaft.

She then took him in her throat, and Bayo couldn't help but let out a low moan. He loved how Bisola knew exactly how to pleasure him, and he couldn't get enough of her.

But Bisola wasn't done yet. She climbed on top of Bayo, her thighs straddling his waist as she rode him in a cowgirl style. Her breasts bounced up and down as she moved, and Bayo couldn't resist reaching up to grab them.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, and Bayo could feel himself getting closer to the edge. But Bisola wasn't done with him yet. She switched to doggy style, and Bayo took her from behind.

He could see her ass jiggling up and down as he thrust into her, and it was all he could do to hold back his orgasm. But he didn't want to cum yet. He wanted to savor this moment, to make it last as long as possible.

So he slowed down, his thrusts becoming slower and more deliberate. Bisola matched his rhythm, and they moved together like a well-oiled machine.

Finally, Bayo couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a low growl as he came, his hot load filling Bisola's pussy. They both collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

As they lay there, their bodies still entwined, Bayo couldn't help but feel grateful. Despite his earlier frustrations, he had found something worth coming home to – Bisola.

And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, Bayo knew that this was a night he would never forget.

One day, Bayo received an invitation to a lavish birthday party at a popular club in Lekki, extended by an old friend he hadn’t seen in a while. Bayo was initially hesitant; it had been quite some time since he’d ventured beyond his usual, familiar routine. But, wanting a change and curious to reconnect, he decided to accept the invitation, stepping out of his comfort zone for the first time in ages. The moment he entered the club, he was taken aback by what he saw—his eyes were opened to a completely different lifestyle, one he’d only heard about before but had never experienced firsthand.

Inside the club, Bayo was both shocked and amazed at the extravagance on display. The scene unfolding around him was one of unrestrained luxury and excess. Wealthy young men—whom he’d heard locals often refer to as "Lekki big boys" or “fraudsters”—surrounded themselves with expensive bottles of drinks like Hennessy and Martell. Bayo watched, almost in disbelief, as some of them even washed their hands with these high-priced liquors, casually showing off their affluence. The atmosphere was filled with a heady mix of expensive perfumes and the laughter of high-class call girls and strippers, who entertained the crowd with their glamorous, uninhibited presence. As Bayo looked around, he noticed luxury cars lined up outside the club, each one more impressive than the last—a lineup that testified to the money these young men seemed to have at their disposal.

At that moment, a deep sense of longing and envy began to settle within Bayo. Witnessing this world of wealth and flamboyance stirred something inside him; he found himself yearning to attain the same lifestyle and be part of this high-flying crowd. Eager to understand how these young men managed to reach such levels of affluence, he turned to his friend who had invited him to the party and asked for the “update”—the insider’s scoop on how to attain this wealth. In response, his friend explained that to reach these heights, Bayo would need to "plus it." Unfamiliar with the term, Bayo was curious to learn more, and his friend clarified that it involved adding rituals to his hustle to attract more lucrative opportunities, or “catch bigger fish.” The suggestion hinted at practices that went beyond conventional hustling, pointing instead toward a path of risk, ritual, and perhaps a darker journey into a world Bayo had not previously considered.

Bisola would often come over to Bayo’s apartment, where she would spend several hours with him. During these visits, she took on various domestic tasks, such as preparing meals, tidying up, and generally helping him maintain his home. Their relationship went beyond companionship and shared activities, as they were also physically intimate. This arrangement seemed to suit both of them well: Bayo would provide Bisola with a small but regular share of his earnings, which came from his involvement in fraudulent schemes. This money, though modest, was a crucial source of for Bisola, allowing her to meet certain financial needs.

Bisola’s family was aware of Bayo’s unlawful activities. However, rather than intervening, they chose to overlook his behavior because of the financial security his contributions brought. Despite the dubious nature of Bayo's income, the family seemed willing to accept his , as it eased the financial burden on Bisola, who was the main provider for her family. Bisola herself felt immense pressure in this role as the breadwinner. She found herself in a difficult position, balancing her relationship with Bayo and her need to sustain her family. Losing Bayo’s financial help was not an option she could afford to consider, as her family’s welfare relied heavily on his contributions. This unspoken understanding allowed their relationship to persist, despite the questionable circumstances surrounding it.

Bayo was lounging at the local club, nursing a drink and exchanging jokes with his friend Tunde when his gaze wandered to the entrance. A woman had just walked in, her hips sashaying to a rhythm only she could hear. It was Bisola, a woman known for her wild spirit and even wilder parties. She was a regular at the club, always on the prowl for a rich man to hook up with. Bayo had never approached her before, but something about tonight felt different.

He watched as she strutted across the room, her curves on full display in a tight-fitting dress that left little to the imagination. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd, settling on him for a brief moment before moving on. But that was all the invitation Bayo needed. He rose from his seat and made his way over to her, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Hey, I'm Bayo," he said, extending his hand. She looked him up and down, taking in his muscular build and confident demeanor.

"Bisola," she replied, her voice husky and seductive. She took his hand and pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together in a way that made Bayo's head spin.

"I've seen you around here before," he said, his voice low and intimate. "You always seem to be having the most fun."

Bisola smiled, her red lips curling up in a way that made Bayo's pants suddenly feel tight. "I like to have a good time," she said, her hand tracing a path down his chest. "And I have a feeling you do too."

Before Bayo could respond, Bisola leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was electric, and Bayo felt his body responding in a way he couldn't control. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as their tongues danced together.

Their kiss broke, and Bisola pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come with me," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the back of the club.
"i charge 30k for a quickie", Bisola whispered, "I cannot negotiate at this point", Bayo responded.

They stumbled into a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner. Bisola wasted no time, her hands quickly working to unbutton Bayo's shirt and slip it off his shoulders. She ran her hands over his chest, her fingernails tracing patterns on his skin that made him suck in a breath.

"Bleep, you're hot," Bayo growled, his hands roaming over Bisola's body. He slipped his hand under her dress, finding her wet and ready for him.

Bisola moaned as he slid a finger inside her, her hips grinding against his hand. She tugged at his belt, freeing his cock and wrapping her hand around it. She stroked him slowly, her grip firm and confident.

Bayo groaned, his head falling back as she worked him. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, and he knew he needed to be inside her. He pulled his finger out of her and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust inside her.

They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release. Bisola's nails dug into Bayo's back, leaving marks that would linger long after the night was over. He could feel himself getting closer, the familiar tension building in his balls.

"I'm close," he growled, his hips bucking faster.

"Me too," Bisola panted, her breath hot against his neck.

With one final thrust, they came together, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. Bayo held her close, their hearts pounding in time as they caught their breath.

Bisola pulled back, her lips curling up in a satisfied smile. "That was fun," she said, her voice husky and satisfied.

Bayo could only nod, still trying to catch his breath. He knew this wouldn't be the last time he saw Bisola, and he was already looking forward to their next encounter.

As they got dressed, Bayo couldn't help but think about the night they just had. It was wild, ionate, and exactly what he needed. He knew Bisola was a woman who lived life on her own , and he was more than happy to follow her lead.

As they walked out of the room, Bayo knew one thing for sure - he couldn't wait to see what the future held for him and Bisola.
They both exchange s one thing led to another, they started dating few days after.

Bayo grew up in a small town of Ikorodu in Nigeria, where life was tough and opportunities were limited. His parents worked hard to provide for their family, but it was never enough. Bayo had big dreams of going to university and making something of himself, but his family's financial struggles made it impossible. After finishing high school, Bayo was left with no choice but to find work and help his family. But the jobs he could get paid very little, barely enough to make ends meet. His dreams of higher education seemed like a distant memory. That's when he made a decision that would change his life forever. Bayo was introduced into fraud by his street guys. He started with little gift cards and romance scam which was fetching him about 200 dollars monthly on the average. At first, it was just a means to an end, a way to provide for himself. But as he got deeper into the world of fraud, Bayo began to enjoy the thrill of the chase and the easy money that came with it.

Hi Fam, its been a while around here. Lets enjoy A short writing based on a True life story......

Waoh, this guy saw the future.

hamouston91:
These States look alike, and share almost the same culture, you can drive from one of them to the other without realizing that you're in another State. They're 20 out of 50 kids. They lived with their Dad who's divorced, their Mom stays in far away Europe.

I give my ranking as thus :

1. Washington and Oregon
2. Minnesota and Wisconsin
3. Virginia and West Virginia
4. New York and New Jersey
5. Pennsylvania and Ohio
6. Illinois and Indiana (Forget about Chicago)
7. Kansas and Missouri
8. North Carolina and South Carolina
9. Maryland and Delaware
10. Arizona and New Mexico

The remaining 30 states are Single kids. You're free to add your own twin states, based on your experiences.

Texas and Arkansas. They both have a boundary town named "Texarkhana". One in texas and one in Arkansas

tensazangetsu20:


Not every country is the USA or UK. I said that earlier. If you don't believe there are scholarships that cater to everything. There's nothing I can do to convince you

Alright bro, let's "dead" the argument since there are no links, post or publications to back it up.


Wishing the OP the best in his endeavours

tensazangetsu20:


Yes. A full scholarship covers everything. Research and don't jump to conclusions.

Covers everything including flights, application fees, credential evaluation fees, entrance exam fees and the like?.

Please provide links, I will like to read more.

Even Almighty Harvard, YALE, OXFORD, MIT, boot which are the top richest university in the WORLD never offer such luxury.

Please post links to this schools and share LinkedIn posts of people who got FREE FLIGHT from the school. I will like to read

Gerrard59:


Let me teach you a little bit about critical thinking and communication...

When you see someone write something you strongly doubt or are surprised about, you don't outrightly say it is a lie. Rather, you ask, "how possible is it?" "Do you have evidence to your statement/claim?" "How come it is done?" "What are the examples of such?" Alternatively, you conduct your research to confirm if what the person said is true. Both of you are on the Internet, so opening another tab should not be hard. You then Google "scholarships that sponsor student's tuition fees, living expenses and flight tickets to and fro". You would get results and learn one or two things.

Now to your disclaimer. You are wrong about it. There are MANY scholarships that cover everything from flights to settling down to living expenses to tuition fees. I hobnob with these people daily and yes, they are Nigerians. I even guided a Nairalander on the nitty-gritty involved when he arrived the country. The organisation SPONSORED everything from start to finish.

From the beginning of my post, you can see where I asked how?, where and when? Isn't it. That should answer your first paragraph.


For the second paragraph. Please post links to LinkedIn post or university publication of the schools that pays for flight of students.

I myself schooled abroad, US to be precised so I know about funding, GA, on campus jobs, RA and the likes which I am not disputing. The fact I am disputing is university paying for your flight. Please post links and proofs.

The university will also pay for entrance exams like GRE, GMAT, IELTS, TOEFL and the likes right?,
The university will also pay for WES or any other credentials evaluation right?
The university will also pay for SEVIS or any other body in the proposed country for him right?

That reminds me too, the university will also pay for his visa application fees, police certificate (if required) and also lodge him in 5 star hotel too shey?.

The university will even do shoppings for him before boarding his free flight too I guess.

The university will even pay his port fees at Nigeria immigration service as well.

Uncle. I am a realist and do not live in fantasy island. 150k naira savings (about $200 ) WILL NOT DO ANY SHIT in international ission. That's even tier 2 schools application fees alone in the US

tensazangetsu20:


A full scholarship covers everything including tickets and stipends. Going to abuja is just a waste.

How?, when?, and where?.

You mean the school will book flight for every students on scholarship to fly from home country?, this lamba is too loud

I haven't seen labour party campaign recently in that state. Where are the party candidates?

Good luck to everyone

Hmm