Story: My life as a Yahoo Boy By iphekitan - Season 1 - Episode 9
Story: My life as a Yahoo Boy By iphekitan - Season 1 - Episode 9
Part. 9
That particular parol bro ola assigned to me was an easy task, I finished it overnight and the client paid him off the next day.
Of all the different types of yahoo scams that existed I still prefered “dating”
I don’t fancy the ones involving buying and selling scams, maybe because I don’t have that OT at that moment.
Bro A.y do call me from time to time and i do help him with his editing stuff, until I failed to start turning up for hia calls, because I was starting to make little changes myself. Since bro ola never come back for his system.
I visited bro A.y on day, and revealed what have been doing to him so I can learn more from him, now that have had and idea about the whole thing. When I told him he said, ” you should have told me earlier you too Don ja, no wonder you no dey show up anytime I call you again, smart guy, leme sha show you one or two things that might help”.
He gave me different dating formats, tho I was already creating format then myself. But he was the one whole introduced me to the military format. He also taught he how to fake skype call.
I learned many things from that bro but yet am not making cumbersum doe. So I was like Maybe because I don’t have my system yet. I just gathered the changes with me and bought one fairly used system, but. Still no much money turning up. I have no friends then. Because I do my things codedly in my area.
I would sometimes have sleepless night due to over night chatting with the help of nescafe. Chai when I was writing my waec a year ago self I wasn’t as serious as this when6it comes to night reading.
Things took a new turn when I met this guy called bosun. It was one a friday evening like that, I just say make I ge small for paramount club. As i entered the club, I didn’t greet anyone u just went straight to the Bar man and ordered for the winners drink #trophy.
It was obvious with my facial expression I was having problems. I was on my 7th bottle when someone tapped me. Me Wey my eyes don leri, I didn’t respond. Then I felt a second tap on my shoulder, and looked at the person and it was a lady, I just hissed, “abeg leme, I no get money to carry olosho tonight”
She con talk say “elo bobo, mister Ben dey call you”. I still didn’t respond. As she was leaving me I decided to take a look at her behind, then I saw her walking towards a guy amidst four girls on a Vip sit.
To be continued
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