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    Chisom Murphy
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    Emeka is a young guy, who grew up in a poor background . All his dream and ambition is to make it in life. Life is not easy they said is true but don’t sell your conscience because you need money. EMEKA was frustrated by the people around him even his own mother.
    This story will teach us alot, not all that parades with exotic cars make geniue money.

    Episode one is coming up, put on your seat belt as go on

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    Chisom Murphy
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    Please mama, I don’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t kill you on
    purpose, they forced me to do it. Fred has killed me I said while
    weeping. she stabbed me with the knife in her hands and I fell down in
    pool of blood.
    I waked up immediately and was sweating profusely, chai so this was a
    dream I said. I stood up still shivering and sat at the edge of the
    bed reflecting over what happened in my dream.
    Did I just kill my mother? why is she tormenting me with a knife? I
    keep on asking myself in regard to my dream.
    my name is Emeka,I was born in the family of 3, comprising of 2 girls
    and a boy. I was the only male child of my parents.
    my father was a farmer while my mother was a petty trader. we are
    extremely poor. I managed to finish secondary school because of lack of money. One painful Monday morning, as I sat near a mango tree located in
    my compound. I was in bitterness and many questions are running
    through my head.
    why are my parent extremely poor?
    Why is my life so miserable?
    Why didn’t God allow Dangote or Billgate to be my father?
    Why will I be a son to a lazy farmer?
    All this question were running through my head and there is no
    answer to it, at my age no job. I had tried to apply for jobs
    but couldn’t get any. my friends that were born with a silver spoon has job waiting for them at home. Which kind wahala be this? As I was
    still reflecting over my life on how I’ll make it in life, my mom interrupted me by her harsh words.
    Mom: so you are still in this house by this time of the day, when your mates are busy making their life count and all you could do is to stay one place and gazing at the sky. Do you think that money falls
    from the sky? Days of manner has gone. Better go out there and find for yourself something doing.
    Me: it’s never my fault that am jobless
    Mom: if it’s not your fault, then it’s my fault. Emeka go and work,stop lazying around. very soon your mates will start getting married.
    I have harboured you enough in this house, am tired.
    look at Fred, he is in Lagos making huge amount of money. last Xmas he came home with a car, bought land which he is building on it now. What are
    you? Just eating free food. in fact I won’t be feeding you again in this house.
    Tears flowed down my cheek, I looked up to heaven and said God why
    is my case different. why did you allow this kind of calamity befall me.
    I decide to call Fred to know if he will help me. I picked my phone and dialled his number and his number went through….
    Fred : my guy how far naaa
    NE: am not fine Fred, i
    Fred : What’s the matter? did you need money?
    ME: None of the above. the world is about to collapse on my head.
    Fred : why are you speaking in parables Emeka? Just open up to me.
    ME: you are a millionaire now, but looks at your guy lavishing in the villa,help me to make it in life.
    Fred was my child hood friend, We attended the community school. he is indeed a good friend of mine. after Waec he travelled to Lagos to learn trade with his uncle. But I stay behind because I have nobody to serve. I lost his contact then till one faithful Christmas he came back home with one exotic car and was throwing money on the air. I came to
    his house, I bowed and great him. we exchange pleasantries, he
    presented a bottle of Ompa(hero beer) for me and we continue chatting while sipping my bear. At a point I begin to ask him to help me that I want
    to be rich like him. but whenever I raise the topic of him showing me
    the way he will ignore it and raise another topic.
    back to the present *********
    Fred : what did you want me to do now?
    ME : just show me the ocean and I’ll get many fishes as I want.
    Fred : are you sure you have what it takes to fish in the same ocean with me..
    ME: though I don’t understand what he meant, but I replied him yes….
    Fred : if you are mentally prepared, then come Lagos.
    ME: thank you fred
    Fred : don’t thank me yet. and he hung up.
    I went inside my room to pack some things that I will need.
    was still arranging my things when Mom walked inside my room with a rising eyes.
    mom: Pls forgive me son, I don’t mean to hurt you but seeing you without job is my greatest pain. some of your mates are now getting married but you are yet to secure a job before talking of marriage.
    ME: Mom, it’s OK now. am also sorry for causing you pain. don’t worry much, I will be leaving here to Lagos tomorrow morning.
    mom: is their any job for you there
    ME: no ma, you remember that my child hood friend called Fred.
    mom: yes
    ME: he said that he will help me.
    mom: what of accommodation?
    ME: he promised to accommodate me.
    she left after giving me some piece of quality advice******
    I called Fred to inform him that I will be coming early tomorrow morning.
    **** I laid back to sleep immediately after the call and wishing to
    wake up early. I woke up around 4:00am the following morning, I
    prayed for 10mins before I started preparation proper. I arrange my
    credentials and arrange them in a file before putting it inside my bag
    in case the need of it arise. I was set to dress up.
    I was dressed in red shirt and black ripped trouser on a(i don tire)
    black shoe. if you see me and my attire, you don’t need a prophet to tell that am a poor man..
    The journey was not eventful
    when I reach Lagos, I called Fred to inform him of my arrival……
    ME: (dialing) hello bro
    Fred : where are you?
    me: Am already in peace park Lagos.
    Fred : I will be there in less than an hour….
    not quite long, Fred drove in with new model Range Rover sport evoc.
    I sighted him as he alighted from the car. so I rushed down to meet him
    while struggling with my luggage.
    seeing me he was very happy, We hugged ourselves very warmly.
    me: Fred is this machine also your car?
    Fred : Hahahahah, yes Emmy
    Jesus!!! I exclaimed, Fred (ipiakago) meaning excess money..
    Fred : don’t mention.
    I entered the car and he drove off. he drove me to the nearest
    restaurant and ask me to order for anything I want.
    I order for fried rice and chicken with sauce, after that we drove to his house.
    On our arrival, he stopped at one giant gate and bowed a horn which
    one aboki man rushed to the gate and opened it without hesitation.
    He drove to the car park and we both alighted from the car. I was so
    amazed seeing this magnificent house. Recomending it to be a duplex is
    a downgrad to the house. if I must recommend,I will just call it a
    Me: Is this your house? mouth still open
    Fred : hahahahaha, this is one of my buildings in the state.
    he walked inside and I followed him. the interior of the building is
    intimidating, the floor alone is like a mirror. he mounted 65 inches
    Smart Samsung television. with a standing Air condition………
    he later showed me my room and drove off.
    One faithful Sunday morning, as we are chatting and sipping a glass
    of champagne, I issued a conversation
    me: Guy I have been in your house for good two months now doing nothing .
    Fred : yes, and am not complaining.
    Me: that’s not the reason why am here which both of us knows,please
    show me the way forward so that I will be independent and also be
    enjoying what you are enjoying.
    Fred : bros, don’t worry about that. if you need money just let me know regardless of the amount, I will give it to you.
    Well Fred had been good to me, he was bombarding me with cash since I set my fit in his house. sometimes he will just give me 100k
    but how the money will finish I myself can’t tell.
    Me: I don’t want to depend on you for survival. show me the way.
    Fred : Emy, this is not a child’s play. to be a millionaire required
    a lot of sacrifices.
    Me: am mentally prepared for anything.
    Fred : are you sure you’ll do anything?
    Me: as long as it has to do with money, I can do anything.
    Fred : are you really sure you are ready for this?
    Me: yes am 100% ready…..
    though I don’t really know why he kept on asking me if am ready. but
    thats not the issue. my main aim now is money
    The next day evening being Monday, Fred called me inside his bedroom
    Fred : emeka, do you really want to join millionaires in town.
    Me: yes and that’s why am here.
    Fred : tonight will determine whether you will join the league of the millionaires or not.
    Me, : hmmmm, what did you mean by that ?
    Fred : I hope you are prepared for this?
    Me: yes
    Fred :ok, prepare yourself tonight. when it’s 12am dot we will be
    leaving this compound.
    Me: To where Fred?
    Fred : you will know, when we reach.
    my life as an occult member is about to begin….
    To be continued

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    even if you are so desperate to get money, won’t u stop for a moment and think clearly y a lot of questions and preparation at midnight? good start, move on

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    Good start…..thanks for the i’v

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