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So a fraudster sent this mail; "Leτs geτ sτrαιghτ το ρurροse. oluwafemi οηe οf yοur ραssρhrαse. Nο-οηe hαs ραιd me το ιηνesτιgατe αbοuτ yοu. Yοu dο ηοτ κηοw me αηd yοu αre ρrοbαbly wοηderιηg why yοu're geττιηg τhιs e-mαιl? Ι seτuρ α sοfτwαre οη τhe X νιdeο clιρs (ροrηοgrαρhy) sιτe αηd τhere's mοre, yοu νιsιτed τhιs websιτe το hανe fuη (yοu κηοw whατ Ι meαη). Whιle yοu were νιewιηg νιdeο clιρs, yοur brοwser sταrτed οuτ ορerατιηg αs α RDP wιτh α κey lοgger whιch gανe me αccess το yοur screeη αηd webcαm. Ιmmedιατely αfτer τhατ, my sοfτwαre ρrοgrαm gατhered yοur eητιre cοηταcτs frοm yοur Messeηger, Fαcebοοκ, αηd emαιl . Afτer τhατ Ι creατed α νιdeο. Fιrsτ ραrτ dιsρlαys τhe νιdeο yοu were νιewιηg (yοu hανe α gοοd ταsτe hαhα . . .), αηd 2ηd ραrτ shοws τhe νιew οf yοur web cαm, & ιτ ιs yοu. Yοu dο hανe τwο ορτιοηs. Shαll we reαd τhe ροssιbιlιτιes ιη αsρecτs: 1sτ sοluτιοη ιs το ηeglecτ τhιs emαιl. Ιη τhιs ιηsταηce, Ι wιll seηd yοur νery οwη νιdeο το eαch οηe οf yοur ρ...

Humans of Lagos "Not all secrets are evil. Let me share a story with you. It is my friend's dad. I didn't know that the son we all used to think was his first child wasn't. His wife was formerly married but the husband asked her to leave. Then she relocated to Lagos with the baby and began working as a domestic servant for a rich employer when my friend's dad met her. He fell in love with her and her son, and in no time, they got married. He raised the son up like his, and never went about telling people that he was not the father of the child. It wasn't until my friend's brother turned 52 and at the dad's funeral that he got to know about the secret pertaining to his true identity. When we are about to lose faith in humanity, we should remember that there are some that live for the love of humanity." ©️ FERT, 2020

Humans of Lagos "He was a holy Christian when I met him. At least, so he proclaimed. I became religious because I got inspired by his transformation from what he confessed of his past deeds. We did pray together. We shared the scriptures and listened to trendy religious songs to stay holy. But that never deemed my sensual fires. He became livid the day he discovered that I was having a sexual relationship with his housemate. At first, I thought that he was disappointed in me, but when he explained himself; he was only angry cos I was doing it with his housemate, what he'd always wanted to have with me. I liked him, he's cute and handsome, so we had it. He's not so fantastic, but I managed him. I showed him some erotica films on my phone, to get better in the art of loving making. He was surprised to know that from the same device that I played religious songs came the carnal images! Days later, he started telling his friends I was a hypocrite. But, isn't ...

I want to be reignited Craving the fire Your page, a push Your muse, my spark Your light to reignite my dry wood More than a glow, I desire for an untamed flame Flaring high That my muse may glitter again I am BACK .

Humans of Lagos "I remember the time when social media and smart phones were yet to penetrate the country. I mean those days when your friends could only call you to make live commentaries of games that you missed. Short Message Service (SMS) was the order of the day. It's during that period that I got an SMS alert that I've won in one of a leading companies promo. I was very happy, though I couldn't remember entering for any promo. The message instructed me to call a number. So when I called the contact, the receiver mentioning my name confirming to me that I've indeed won a huge sum of money. My prayers were answered, I couldn't hold my joy. I was instructed to send airtime recharge voucher to another number to confirm my willingness to claim my prize. I spent over 30, 000 Naira buying and sending recharge cards to them, they kept on redirecting me and was just following with hope. I was warned against telling people about my win so that envious p...

Humans of Lagos "That two shall become one is the biggest scam ever invented. Two may come together to form something else, and or, they may be like parallel lines that will never meet. My father was a Physician while my mum is a Preceptor. Mother tried all she could to help father's addiction to alcohol and smoking, but her efforts were not enough. My dad would drink like his liver and kidney were invincible. Mother begged him to compromise so that he could be healthy, stay alive for her and the children; but my dad turned deaf ears. Sooner, he developed health issues as a result of his addictions. His colleagues warned him to quit his addiction. Yet, he didn't listen. He died cos of what he loved. If he'd loved his children, he would sacrificed his addiction. If he'd became one with his wife, he wouldn't struggle with addiction. How we came to life may never matter, the doctrines handed to us by our guidance may not last with us. The truth is,...

Humans of Lagos "There's something that pisses me off easily, the innate human nature to lie. For goodness sake; I lie, but why should people lie to me too? I'm like the police force who doesn't trust but want to be trusted! I hate competition. © FERT, 2019"