Jesus is coming back -Abduljelili Abdulraheem

 

                   

..….Jesus Christ is coming back

…..To fight SOLIJAJA

……Will  get married 

…..Will  die and be buried in …….

While   I was in the popular LT  commercial Bus in Lagos , this Muslim Cleric and some  passengers  were in a serious argument discussing  about Jesus Christ. An  old man said “Jesus has finished his assignment on earth and he’s not coming back ”. But this  Muslim  Cleric said ”Jesus is coming back  but……..”

         INTERVIEW

     Heresy or not?

“My name is  Abduljelil Abduraheem. Jesus Christ is coming back to destroy SOLIJAJA who the Christians call  ANTI CHRIST or 666 . Jesus Christ is coming to destroy his ( ANTI CHRIST) government. He is coming back to this world to marry, to procreate  , die and be buried. He was taken to heaven but the next time he comes back he will die and be buried. 

Abduljelil during the interview 1

“He will be buried in Medina and the space where he will be buried is kept there to date, it is by the side where Mohamed is buried”.

He continued”Jesus Christ  is not the son of God but a Prophet of God .For God said that He has no child of His, has no friend and no relatives . He is the only One.

”About 14,000 souls leave the earth and go to heaven everyday and are replaced by same 14,000 that are born daily. God changes the souls in heaven and earth daily.   

 

Interview 2

”Jesus Christ is not the son of God but Prophet of God .Though some call him son of God but it is not so for God Himself …

LISTEN TO THE TWO DIFFERENT INTERVIEWS

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I ruined my life with a quickie

This reporter  ran into  this man in a Beer Parlour drinking heavily out of frustration. He narrated his story below

    MY STORY

  ” Some years ago I  registered with   a fake name in an hospital . I kept avoiding  a woman each time she passed   by me .  Each time  she tried  to smile at me I would   frown my   face and pretended as if I didn’t see or know her. I wore my dark goggle to avoid being seen or identified  by anybody while I was praying silently within me.   ”Next person!”, the laboratory  Phlebotomist called me  and I went in. The Phlebotomist brought out a syringe ,  drew my blood  for blood work and asked me to come back for my result three days later.

         ”On the day of  appointment,  Thursday, I went  back to the hospital to know the  result as advised . The Phlebotomist  called my name  and advised me  to join  the queue going for Counseling . I asked ”what type of counseling?. But you asked me to come for my result, what counseling again?”. He  smiled and advised me to sit with the 20  other patients  sitting on the bench . I reluctantly obeyed, expecting  to see  the doctor. From there we were led into a big  Hall . Lo and behold I  now met the woman I had been avoiding  since I had been coming to the hospital face -to- face  .

            ” The woman stood on the dais with her stethoscope dangling on her two breasts .She politely  addressed us all ” Don’t be afraid , HIV does not kill again as it used to be   but you have to be taking your medication as instructed. Look at me , I am a medical doctor and I have been living with  HIV since 2001 and still alive. It is when one does not take his medication that it  becomes    full blown AIDS. So whoever tells  you it’s going to kill you please educate him  and  tell  him  there are many diseases that kill faster than HIV/AIDS”. She then pointed at  me and said ‘Mr. X how are you?’, I did not answer her because I was still dodging her and I did not write ‘X’ on my hospital card . I  registered my name as  Kadukadu K . Again, she called my name and pointed at me , and said ‘I am talking to you Mr. Kadukadu K who is now  Mr. X’,  I reluctantly smiled and answered her .

    ”That was how I now met Dr. Kayefi again after 10 months of meeting her in an hotel where she came  for an Health programme. I now recollected the whole episode  and  knew where my story began and ended.

             A   QUICKIE

     ”It was one evening about two years ago ,when  my company sent me to attend a Seminar in an  hotel . Another Workshop  was being held in same Hotel under the Ministry of Health. After the end of the  first Workshop many interacted . As a woman was passing bye , she was being called by another  woman who I believe was her colleague. The mere mention of ”D. Doctor” scattered my brain , and apart from that she possessed all the statistics I wanted in a woman —brain and beauty. I abandoned the second  segment of our programme and did not leave for home that evening since I was still a bachelor .

  ”I called the doctor and told her how I fell in love with her, and we exchanged numbers. She smiled and told me she needed to go but I invited her into my room, Room 322. In the evening she came as promised  while I  made effort  to have sex with her but she refused . She  said  since she is a Medical doctor she  knew the implication of such a thing. She in all honesty and sincerity said we were both strangers to each other and did not know each other’s  HIV status.  I  pleaded to her  that I wanted to romance her and cool my ‘tension’ . With my sugar coated mouth  she succumbed to my demand and undressed. We had a good  romance and no sex as  agreed  .We went into another second round of   romance again . I held her tight as usual but before you knew it I had forced myself in  , and  she screamed   ‘Whaaaaaaaat? No, no.But Why? Why?. U made a big mistake and a big risk. I thought you are matured enough to hold on and romance only. Poor you.Damn you. What if I am HIV positive?’. She left and we were just calling each other on phone without meeting as each of us claimed we were busy at work.

”When I became sick , and stooling  with   rashes on my body  , I  was asked to do some tests  including HIV. That was when I ran into her at  the hospital where she works but I  kept  dodging her .

”After counselling us , she called me to her office and said ‘I have been seeing you for the past three weeks coming to the hospital  but  each time  I tried to approach you, you always avoid   me and our profession respects confidentiality” .

”She continued  ‘I have been battling with HIV  since 2001. And when we met  10 months ago I told you I was not in  the mood .Infact if  I wanted to have it I would  have used condom’. ‘She asked how many ladies I had slept with but I kept quiet and did not answer her .I told her my fiancee is in Norway  and  I was planning to join her soon. She advised me  to let her know my status . 

   ”According to her , HIV no longer kill as she too had contracted it but  had three lovely children who are negative. She said ‘I contracted HIV through my husband who later confessed and we got married at last for I had no choice then and didn’t want to infect others. He died about two years ago and I had been using  vibrator to ease my tension  since I don’t want to go into any relationship . Don’t blame me , its your fault and moreover I don’t know whether you had it before meeting me. Go and tell your fiancée and if she is still interested in you fine, but mark you I cannot marry you for I had all my three children by cesarean operation.’

As she was talking  her phone rang .She rose  and said she had just been called to a meeting .

This is a true life story .It happened in 2007.The man is still alive

A Pastor’s confession

I deceived people, used magic and called it miracle. I did a lot of unholy things in the name of God. I made money and as I was planning to buy a Jet things went wrong. Today, I regretted all these.

     BoN’s Adventure

He bares his mind to this reporter  ,”Please  Oga Journalist  don’t mention my name ”. He   repeated  his warning  ”Don’t ever  record my voice and please switch off your phone (he took the phone and switched it off)  but  you can jot down your  points”  .

      IN THE BEGINNING

” My story is irritating, disgusting ,nauseating and nasty.  I am ashamed of myself but I have repented . You see, I finished from the University of …….. in late   70s and have my  Bachelor of Arts  degree  in English language   with  a second Class Upper Division     from a prestigious University. Believe me, by then jobs  were waiting for me  and one of them   was teaching .

 ”My father was a respected Reverend in one of the  Anglican Churches from  the 60s till 80s, and you know there were no miracles then ,it was only Jeesu nwosan, Jeesu ngbala, Ara ,Oore, E wa too wo, oyinmomo we sang ( Jesus heals , Jesus saves , friends , come and taste it , its sweet). Unfortunately, my father died a poor  Reverend.

       MY STORY

”In the early  80s  I  started going to Pentecostal  churches  where they   preached   miracles and prosperity. There  was a serious  drift from the  age -long orthodox  churches to  Pentecostal Churches!. In fact it threatened the   orthodox churches.

” I  got closer to some of these overnight  Pastors/Men of God   and knew  the secret  behind their high number of   their congregants ,wealth, miracles  and  their speaking in tongue etc. After two years  I  founded  my own Ministry.

HOW I GOT MY POWER

”Today how many are speaking in tongue? How many miracles are genuine?. How many are Holy  spirit- filled?. All is ruse and voodooism .

”I used afose ( juju) and I also have talismanic rings from India ,I have ifunpa and igbadi (leather strings) . There was  a special water I used  to bath with in the morning before going to face the congregation. In fact I used to take hard drink and ”shirk” ,used perfume and  be licking sweet  before going to church to minister.

” For miracle to happen one needs to belong. To be able to speak in tongue one needs to be ‘taught’. To be  rich one needs a tutor /mentor. I  slept in the bush for one  month  eating  a whole raw bush rat everyday . I buried six Holy Bible and  seven of  Six and Seven  Books of Moses at the altar while in all corners of the Church I buried  houseflies, three live tortoises  and two heads of male and female crocodiles . I used mucuish dirt ( log or gunk ) of a dog (ipin oju) in order to  be seeing vision and foretell  the future. In the middle of the church I buried   a big cow  that was  how my church  grew. At the beneath of the Pulpit, Altar, pews and entrances to the church I buried strange things there . Apart from this ,human beings were buried alive in the four corners of the church. Each time I remember how some of them cried in pains I felt sick.

MY MIRACLES

”The miracles I  performed always  lasted   two weeks only  and   the disease or problem  of the healed person would come back again.

”While performing miracles , I  would stretch out my right  hand, (with  esoteric power ) fixed my eyes on their sore/withered   limbs  and healed them  but the healing was always temporal.  At times I would connive with some greedy  Medical personnel in  the  laboratories   to forge and issue  fake  HIV /AIDS positive and negative reports for the intending patients who would pose to have the disease and got healed. I would mix their medication with  their food and water  to make sure they are healed or recuperate from their ailments(for those having curable diseases) yet  always instruct them not to take medication (so that my own ‘miracle’ would work). In church I  would organize  some strangers who would  pretend  to be  crippled  and  before the  service starts   would walk round and make sure they were  seen and sighted  by many people but nobody knew them .Mind you, we have experts who were paid and could do it perfectly .

I PERFORMED MIRACLES

  ”I have some special suits where  I concealed some  electric shock materials   and when worn always  attract people. Whoever touches them would experience electric shock this  they believe is Holy Spirit ,that is why many  run after me to touch me believing I have the power of miracle.Many fall to my anointing.

”While going  for  crusades I would go with the Holy water and this  is a mixture of  water from the sea and Atlantic  ocean water  mixed with  the water used to wash dead bodies  in mortuary. I have used the fetus of  pregnant women along with umbilical cord  of twins mixed with some concoctions. I wear juju  rings on my toes . In my crusade I organized  for  patients who are recuperating from their illness  but not the dying ones. My miracles   have expiry dates like drugs which should be renewed every two years. After the expiration of the second year I had to go for another ritual .This I did for years until I left Port Harcourt for Lagos,Kenya and South Africa .

”I lived in South Africa for many  years  where I learnt the art of abracadabra in ”raising” up the dead, walking on water and even  appearing from the sky . Later I  came back to Nigeria to settle down. I wanted to start doing all these in Nigeria and was gathering more people to be more popular.  Many  Pastors in South Africa know me very well, some are still practicing all these. There are fake miracles but  miracles like mine don’t last because you have to keep on renewing the juju each time  it expires.I have traveled to many countries sourcing and renewing my power.

”The danger in it is that one does not have peace of mind as it keeps on demanding for one thing or  the other  and that is why you see some pastors  confused and angry when preaching in  church.

”When many so called ‘Men of God’ started  joining the league of Miracle Pastors , especially the young jobless graduates  the number of our followers started going down .

WE CAJOLE THEM TO PAY MONEY

”It is not easy to convince the congregation  to pay or donate money but  I cajole them , quote from the Holy Bible and systematically place curse on  whoever refuses to pay or ask others not to pay. Several  times I used afose  combined  with the Holy Bible  and Holy Koran passages in order to squeeze  money from them .I tell them to pay or donate for church  building, altar and all different kinds of  projects .I educate them the blessing one receives in paying tithes and thanksgivings of different kinds . I published books on Praise worship, prayer etc as I would  just write few words with big English vocabularies  supported  with some passages in the Bible.

”You must  pay to receive miracles , we give out our account number.I was planning to buy  a Jet  and build  a mega University and  have  names of my children and wife incase I die. And when I die my wife must replace me , according to my Will. But the bubble burst when my second in command quarreled  with me over money and exposed me.

           WHY I REPENT

”After amassing wealth and popularity I  was tired of renewing all these expired sacrifices and rituals because no matter what you have to renew at least one item in a week when it expires and before you know it, it becomes everyday thing. But I finally stopped when my first and last born were killed in  an auto crash as I forgot to renew my pledges .

”It was one church member who  during a vigil discovered the big coffin buried in the church while some ritual items were also discovered and they alerted others. Later my second in command , we called Senior Pastor  exposed me because of our disagreement over money .

”When I was not around he brought some boys to dig all the places where we buried our ”materials” , not only this, they  dug out live snake from where it was kept. They removed the clay pot of  palm oil  , tortoise  and human  bones from the ceiling.

”One day  I called some of my pastors and miracle healers in South Africa and told them that I was no longer interested in all these fetish things that the sources of my power  had leaked  and  exposed to  the media. The  social media  exposed all these the more.

”You see these fake pastors are everywhere , some would say they are healing diseases but let them go to the hospital and heal the sick, let them go to where amputees, cripples and those who  are bedridden are  and heal them. Now , some pastors are asking their followers to be eating grass,  Pastors  immersed themselves in drums filled with water  and would ask  their followers to drink  from it . Some would tell you their semen heals, Infact some claim they raised up the dead as Jesus Christ  raised Lazarus from dead while some claim to be Jesus Christ walking on the streets. All is ruse, rubbish and  practice of  voodoo.

”I deceived people, used magic and called it miracle. I did a lot of unholy things in the name of God. I made money and when I was planning to buy a Jet things went wrong.Today, I regretted all these 

”Now I am back  home  and   as poor as church rat but I have peace of mind. I have wasted my precious time for 25years. Now I have retraced my step and back into Anglican Church. I now know that  not all that glitter is gold ”.

THIS STORY IS FICTION

How I slept with my mother

He worked in one of the defunct  first generation Banks and became a  Bank Manager of a Branch  at  the age of 30  for ten years. But for  thirty years he has been living from hand to mouth. In his hey days he was brilliant and was known for his love for Algebra and Geometry  . Today he is 72years old and his head is full of grey hair but he is  suffering . When he met a powerful  Prophet who asked  him to confess  the  sin NOT CRIME  he once committed against his mother .

He then gave a mind -blowing confession that could make one go mad!.

He said  ” BoN  please write your story but DON’T EVER,  I repeat DON’T EVER  mention my name for I will not only CURSE but also SUE you . This condition was met by this reporter.

      The old man paused and  looked around as if he was being pursued . He smiled again and  soliloquized “I made some blunders. I  made some blunders. I just need to beg God for forgiveness but it was not my  fault , it was the devil’s handiwork.

”Do you remember the man that used to have carnal knowledge with his mother on our street when we were young?. Do you  remember how we used to point at him while going on the streets? . By then many thought he was  mad  ,  now I know that he was not mad. I remember that in villages many knew what was happening  but in the cities hardly will they  know especially those living in flats.  Now let me tell you my own story.

“When I was very young and naive I met a friend who told me how he was making love with his mother . I said “impossible”. He smiled   and said ” it is simple and easy” .  This thought  flooded my mind while growing up. Whenever my mother and sisters were having their bath I would be peeping  through the gaps  in the  thatched   leaves /palm fronds in the village.  Later we all moved to  another town  where my brother was living with his wife who was expecting  a baby . I had already become  peeping  Tom, as I peeped through the key hole and I always watched my brother’s wife having bath. I extended it to my mother  too .

“One day I met my mother  who carelessly  slept off in her room  half -naked with a lubricant  and vibrator. I later discovered that she was always alone  in her room while the  television would be switched on,  but no voice for she would turn the volume down . I have caught her red -handed many times with   a bottle of  local gin, kainkain , later  I took it as habit buying  bottles of the illicit gin for her always .

“One evening she was drunk  and senselessly   allowed me to   watch the adult film together in her room . Before I knew what was happening she had  grabbed my John Thomas   which had been dangling and moving its head like agama agama lizard.  And that was all I could remember  until I was lost in  her  deep forest as she was moaning begging me not to leave. That was how  I had my  first experience and  I started sleeping with my mother without the knowledge of my brother and his wife for five years .

”I   started sleeping in her room and nobody ever thought of what we were doing. When I was working  as auxiliary  teacher  I would rush home  at  break time to have a quickie with her. I found it interesting and fun,never a sin!. Meanwhile my brother and his wife thought I was a serious person who did not like women or sex for not bringing ladies home. After my brother’s wife gave birth , my mother still stayed.

”Our sexual escapades got to its climax when I rented a room  apartment and was living alone. My brother implored me to  stay in order   to have enough savings before I move but because of the free sex I was having I refused. My mother would come and spend days  with me in the name of coming to say hello to me yet my brother was ignorant of everything.

”One  day my landlady caught us red-handed while we were doing  it in my small living room , we forgot to lock the door from behind.  She  had wanted to give me the receipt of the house rent I paid  for the previous day and met me on top of my mother  jerking her while she  was screaming  and moaning at the same time  wriggling  her waist but  I couldn’t stop, you know when you are in Cloud 9 and your brain is charged cum your blood running in your veins .We continued for we were lost in the lust .My eyes bulged out as if trying to burst.Yes, the kainkain I took was working!.

”However, the landlady who was an elderly and wise woman called me and my mother separately and talked to us to stop the act. She even called me secretly and asked whether I was doing it for ritual purpose and I said ”no”. But as the devil would have it , we continued until she reported me to my older brother who cried                    ‘ abomination’.  He  threatened to report me to my father who was still alive in the village .

”We stopped doing it .

”My mother became sick .She was taken to the hospital where a doctor said she was having fibroid that made her to be bleeding.By then she was 55 years of age and she did not go back to the village because my father had other wives.

”Her cries and bleeding  from the fibroid pain  was too much .At the hospital the doctor said it  could be fibroid. But when she went to another doctor, a scan was done and  she was told that  she was  four  months  pregnant with twin babies as the scan showed there was no fibroid but babies!.

”We shamefully told my brother who said she should abort it . But the doctor said the abortion might lead to her untimely death.

”My mother begged to go and rent another house in order to have the baby for my brother  and I were the only children  she had . She  refused to abort the babies  and was attending   antenatal Clinic.  These twin  babies were delivered in 1980. This January they would be 40years old. They read good and lucrative  Courses ;Medicine and Mechanical Engineering  and came out in flying colours and  are graduates of …. from the University of… they have good job but with unstable lives!. They are not married  .. They are known and popular . Each time they ask of their mother I would not tell them the true story.

”Each time I looked at the twins  who are males I feel ashamed  while my mother always argued and consoled herself that that is how God wanted it , and if He had not wanted it the babies would not have stayed. She would stupidly and foolishly be referring to the  Bible and be saying ‘‘oju ri iru re ri” (Meaning  it is not a new thing) what a shameless mother I have!.  I could not marry for anytime I proposed to ladies they would tell me their spirit rejected me.

For several years I have not been doing any tangible thing .Few years ago my twins came to ask me some pertinent questions on why their lives were rough and not making it .They said a strong Prophet told them I committed an abomination. Apart from that they asked me to confess the relationship between me and their late mother.I knew they must have been told.

”I have told the Prophet the naked truth and the whole story of my life. He asked me to  call elderly people in the family  and beg the these children.”

Confession of a dying police officer

 The old man was  barking like a dog while narrating  his story . He however begged that the story should not be published until after his demise. He died in  October  last year and we are publishing his heart -wrenching story that would send shivers into your spines.

For six months  the Muslim Cleric  Seriki  Karoose  Sokoto (not real names)Sokoto could not go out  as his children locked him up in a room. Reason: maggots were coming out from his body (from head to toe) and the whole house was wafted with foul  odour.   During  the day Pa Sokoto  would be barking like a dog while in  the night  he would be screaming  and begging the unseen hands flogging him to forgive  him.

         MY REAL IDENTITY
The Muslim Cleric  Seriki  Karoose  Sokoto (not real names) insisted that his  two grown- up children must not  join the Police Force. In spite  of his disapproval ,one  of them secretly enlisted. On his deathbed he called his two children; Azeez and Adamu and said ”  it is high time I let  you know the truth about my identity. Do you know why I don’t have a cellphone and don’t appear in the  social media?. I don’t belong to this  land , my real  names are Aseyiowuu  Esanake (not real names)  and I was a Christian by birth but not a Muslim  .My parents were staunch  Christians”.  

 

WHY I JOINED THE POLICE FORCE

” I finished my secondary school at Saretete Village,  I worked as a temporary teacher and later joined the Police Force in 1977 at the age of 30  after  a rigorous  training  from  the popular  Police College . It was a one -year training where they  shaved our  heads  and were given a pair of shorts and Singlets  . After the training I was posted to Calabar  and ‘armed’ with my baton and torchlight the first  compulsory two tools  of a policeman  . I  later   worked my transfer back to Lagos where I had lived for years and a  lucrative city  for the   kind of  my  profession . My dream to become a police officer   fulfilled  .I joined the Police Force because of the uniform which was always starched and the respect they  give them  cum  the  fear instilled in the civilians’ hearts about them .In a nutshell a police officer was  like a tin god in those days.

“When I rose to the rank of  an Inspector , and  they added the  prefix ”Inspector”, to my name and started calling me  Oga Inspector  and I felt happy  and great. Inspector? .I  dreamt that one day I would become the Inspector General of  the  Police  Force. Each time I glanced at the big photo frames of the past IGs , I would smile , and say to myself  that one day my own picture would  be hung there and I would be fulfilled.

                                               

                   BoN’s Adventure

”As a recruit then my salary was 80 Naira per month.The money though was small but I was satisfied .I always took my uniform to the dry cleaner  which was always well -starched and well- ironed with the ropes attracting  many. My shoe? ,always shinning . In fact I go about with a brush and polish to do justice to  my shoe when dusty .I had a wife and two children at the age of 33.

I HATED BRIBE

”Lest I forget to remind you that  I  hated corruption,  whenever  my colleagues collected money from the civilians  who had civil or  criminal cases  I always rejected and used to preach to  them that it’s evil and that they would be visitors  in  hell fire.

”One day, before I left home my wife fell ill, my two children were thrown out of school for non  payment of tuition fees. I went to work hoping to borrow money from my boss. But my boss said he had nothing on  him. Full of sadness ,when I returned  home I found my wife stiff . She was stone  dead! .

”I broke down and wept .Her ailment was  malaria cum hypertension but all the medicines the doctor prescribed for her  were not bought. No money!.

”After her death my friends and family members who I once begged to borrow me money came with stupid  surprises to assist me for the burial and life continued .

”One year after my salary was increased  to 135 Naira per month. But after paying for house rent, children’s needs and other things I had nothing on me and in church I heard how the preachers rebuke  givers and takers of bribe as they were compared with the  Biblical  Zacheaus the  tax collector.

”One day , Ayo my son was sick, he had malaria while his older brother , Paul  had  appendicitis, the doctor asked us to come for the surgery which would cost  30naira , but instead I started applying palm oil as soothing balm while  he was groaning in pains and rolling on the ground . Later he could not bear it .I appealed to many to assist but none came to   my aid.

I MADE A ‘U’ TURN

”In the evening I went out  with my torchlight , baton and gun and  mounted an illegal check point .In a nutshell I realized 50 Naira that  evening when my salary was 135 Naira per month! 

”I quickly went back home and took Ayo and Paul  to the Hospital and  Paul  had surgery for his  ruptured appendicitis   .The doctor was angry that it was  almost  late .

”He prescribed some drugs for Ayo and asked me to pay for another drug , I didn’t tell him that I didn’t have but went back to where I went the previous night, mounted illegal  roadblock and  realized   20 Naira ,used it to buy drugs and  that was how he was saved .

”By and by my attitude towards life changed .I became a ”good” man to my boss for  whenever they bring any case to me I would charge the two  warring parties :the accused and the defendant  and collect  money from them .I would not settle  any   case without being offered money  .

THE BIG CURSE

”One day, I was broke and needed to entertain my  friends who would be visiting in the evening , since I had been used to the road block and known, I changed my style. I with two of my colleagues went to Agege  Pen Cinema as Traffic Wardens , we stopped an old man and checked all his papers which were all perfect in all sincerity . Since  there was no offence  to charge or accuse him of , we lied that his car tires were not  of the same product .The  old man came down and pleaded that  they were of same sizes but different make , we demanded 20 Naira or else he would go to the station.

“The fairly old man  begged us  and said that his son was sick and was taking him to the hospital .We ignored his pleadings ,  I went to the front of the car and wrote down the plate number and put it in my breast pocket. He   pleaded and later handed 20 Naira over to my colleague   after saying  some inaudible words  we couldn’t hear.

”After 30minutes the old man   left, my colleague  who collected the money  started laughing and dancing showing everybody the 20 Naira note. My colleague , would look at the money, laugh and run around showing everybody the money . At first I thought he was playing until he removed his clothes and started walking about naked till this day.

“For weeks I  became confused with what I saw. Later I summoned courage and said it  was his destiny . I was there and knew that   popular Police officer called Iya Toyin who was a no – nonsense Police  Traffic  Warden and  feared by all motorists in Lagos. Her story was known by many motorists in  Lagos.

”I remember a colleague of mine who collected bribe from a woman early  one fateful   morning , immediately the woman left my  colleague started climbing electric poles until he climbed one and went ahead to hold on to the wires, and the rest was history. Another officer kept on saluting electric poles anywhere he sighted them   till he died. I remember Inspector J who kept on dancing throughout his lifetime without drum .When I saw these I thought I  should refrain from collecting bribe but I had been used to it , my salary was no longer enough for me .I had no choice than to go back to road blocks.

THE BIG CRIME

”One day , two men approached me and asked me to cooperate and to look the other way  during their robbery operation. They gave me 50,000 Naira . Imagine how much it was then.

”Not quite 30 minutes I heard the sound of guns and saw smoke dancing towards heaven. I saw four  people on the ground , lay dead. I ran there to have a look, alas , one of them was my immediate younger brother who went to cash money from  the Bank. The robbers killed and made  away  with thousands of Naira  from the bank. For days I could not eat and could not tell anybody .Blood money!”.

”One day I was broke and needed money .I contacted a friend of mine who said he would assist me if I could keep the secret to myself .

MORE ATROCITIES

”Two days later this my friend came to see me in the office and told me there was a problem , he narrated how two fresh heads were found in his bag. He  confessed that he along with his friend beheaded two young men  for money making ritual. Before you say Jack Robinson , money had exchanged hands .I was given 50,000 Naira , and this money was distributed among my bosses and the rest as they say, is history. In fact  as if this was not enough, a woman was caught red handed for killing her husband ,first degree murder, but when she came with money , the rest again became history as usual.

”I was involved in many atrocities in my life .I knew a Pastor who was charged  for rape ,  an Imam was nabbed for gun running and  human rituals . A man who  was caught red handed  during robbery  was changed with another innocent  man in the night and was charged to court and sentenced to death while the original sinner was going about , walking free! 

”My sons don’t trust any police officer for they could set their parents up  because of money.

”One day I shot a Youth Corper  , a young graduate of engineering because he failed to give me five Naira I demanded from him .It was dead in the  night and he was the only one in the car, dead drunk. He exchanged hot words with me . After shooting him , I dragged his corpse  into  a nearby bush. Nobody saw  me or suspected me to date!

”The second day I went there and still saw the corpse but kept quiet.The case was reported that a dead body was sighted and I was asked to investigate it . Some of the  friends he once  quarreled with were arrested as suspects but after many  investigations by the  police, and court ….they were discharged and acquitted.

      SOURCE OF MY POWER

”There is no Babalawo, Alfaa and Spiritualists that I did not patronize  from Lagos, Ogun, Ondo, Oyo and Eastern states .I have one room full of juju,  in the four bedroom flat I built .There were  days I had to fast and must not sleep with  women. There were days I slept with mad women in Lagos and Ibadan  in the dead of the night and I would pretend to be  a mad man. There were days I had to go out naked  chanting incantations in the night in  market places . I had soaked myself in human blood for  hours and I had bathed using  twins’ placentas. I had shaved  many ladies and used their pubic hairs for rituals all to make sure I  was not killed or caught and  to cover  up my evil deeds. I had slept with dead bodies in the mortuary and gone to  the cemeteries in the dead of the night to receive power. I ate  the  tongue of a dead man raw!.

THE LAST STRAW

”The last straw  that broke the camel’s  back  and made me to  voluntarily resigned from the Police job was the one that jolted me most .

”One day I was alerted that some armed bandits were raiding some houses and a bank  .I called the Police station ( Division A) and we reinforced Mobile Policemen there .There was rain of bullets  on us as  we struggled to get some of the robbers , two were mowed down and four arrested  .The robbers’ strayed bullets had killed three people and a pregnant woman who tried to escape from their house to another safer place. The operation lasted two hours and we went back to our station. I slept at the station and the second day went back home. As I got to the entrance of my house I saw many people wailing and gnashing their teeth. I thought it was one of the family members of the victims. I went to relax in a beer parlour to cool down with a cold  bottle of beer before going back home. Here we discussed the operation that took place the previous night and how we fired the robbers and arrested four of them while four of them escaped with  bullet wounds .

” Again my  cellular phone rang and it was emergency from  the office as I was instructed to join some Mobile policemen to arrest some suspects with bullet wounds at an hospital .We got to the hospital and saw  four of the suspects with bullet wounds.

”The suspects were arrested and thrown into a waiting van.Two of the suspects were my two friends that I entertained the previous week. One of them  borrowed my uniform after  paying  20,000 Naira .That was why I had been using one uniform for two weeks .

”While in  the van they behaved maturely  as they didn’t look at me but only saying ‘Don’t worry, don’t kill us , you  are  safe’ .As I wanted to silence them with my gun  and report  later that they were trying to escape , they laughed and said ‘Just don’t worry , hold your peace, you all are in safe hands , don’t shoot’.

”At the Police station they made  statement and did not reveal where they got guns and ammunition including uniform despite being  tortured. 

”At the station I was informed that my family had been hospitalized  and should come home .When I got home the news was broken that my pregnant wife ( I married after the death of my first wife)was killed by  armed  robbers  who raided the area the previous night. I  was dejected and lost control of myself .The case was reported at the police station while their corpses were dumped at the mortuary .

NOW THE MESS

”In the evening when the robbers  wanted to eat one of them asked me to summon courage and put  rat poison into their food . I thought of it  and  knew the implication .  I said ‘No’. They assured me they would not   implicate me .

”The third day some  notorious armed robbers colluded with some policemen came to the station with sophisticated weapons , killed some police officers and freed the suspects.

“I  went to bury my wife, and two children . I was no longer comfortable in the uniform .I told some of my colleagues that my health was not good as I had acute hypertension, diabetes , heart disease and  ulcer, and  I  took  medical report from a doctor .I resigned after serving for 16 years .I relocated to another  state in far north in Zamfara State where nobody knows my story. I have spent  26years here now. Yes, I can speak Hausa very well and I am Seriki .I married an Hausa lady  and that is  your mother who bore me two kids  and that is  the two of you.

”Please my sons  all these nightmares are haunting me. There was a time I used to have strange dreams, I used to see strange faces of those I  killed. I abandoned my house in Lagos and nobody ever dreamt to go there yet nobody knows where I am .’Thou shall not kill’ but I have soaked my hands in blood. Now I am running about as the so Boko Haram are raiding everywhere and killing. I cannot go back to my hometown again for nobody knew where I am since I left over 26years ago. If I die please bury me here .You can imagine why I  didn’t use cell phone and use facebook or any social media for I know I could be spotted one day.

”I have been to many churches  to confess my sins and begged for forgiveness. But will God forgive  me ? ” he asked without an answer.

As his knees , feet, and hands turned mottled bluish-purple and his breathing was no longer normal cum with his irregular heart beat yet he was restless. He started twitching for some minutes, then suddenly gave a loud cry and then  became still and  cold. 

The two sons wept profusely realizing their father had soiled his hands in blood. They quietly buried their father without inviting anybody.

This  story is fiction