30/08/2026
You Are A Demonic Agent
You are the head of your family, but it is a responsibility you are not carrying, talk more of carrying well.
You are the Portal, the opening, the broken-hedge through which the enemy afflicts your family.
Rain of suffering everywhere.
You, through the indiscipline of your loins and urges, have created generational problems and trauma and evil patterns for your family.
You call it enjoyment, being a man, doing male things, but you are just a demonic agent, powerfully fronting for the devil.
The wife you married never knew you would be like that, with the way your eyes were shinning like stars looking into hers on the day both of you exchanged vows.
Your children, innocent children that would have been happily singing alleluia in heaven but are here because you must have children, are drawn into battles and troubles they should have had no business with, but because of your thing that keeps ringing bell everywhere.
Swinging left right and centre.
They are praying "die by fire!" like their lives depend on it (actually their lives do depend on it, the prayers) because of you.
You. The head of the family.
So-called.
Had your wife known you would have been like this she would have avoided you and your beggings and married a better man.
Another man, that one she was very sure of but it was just that she decided to, wanted to, give you a chance to prove yourself.
And here you are, proving yourself, albeit in the most wicked, irresponsible and disbelieving manner.
You are soo promiscuous that your wife knows that you will automatically nyash any female that ventures into her proximity.
Your thing no dey rest.
D**e! D**e na kpekus ụmụ nwaanyị!! (I hail you!)
And after ringing bell everywhere you will carry that same thing you have dipped into ofe ogbono, ofe egwusi, ofe ọha, ofe ọkazi, ofe achi and ofe ọ́kọ̀rọ̀ home and use it to nyash your wife too. (Why is she still even letting you find your way there?)
Leenụ gị?
Head-of-the-family.
Title n'ọnụ.
You get disease your wife is the first port of call.
Ịgà àgbanyé ya dị thing, and she will be conscientiously taking ọgwụ bekee na ọgwụ Igbo because of you.
Because she wants to be a good wife.
Cover your shame.
Protect the home.
You shameless man.
Nothing as cheap as you.
You are valueless, and your children are praying harrd not to be you.
Because of you demons have a base in your home.
If you collect kayanmata from Cynthia you collect another tie-down from Paulina then accept never-let-me-go from Brenda.
The mountain of Jazz àná àrí elu n'isi gị.
You have money to spend on hoes but your wife and children have to do prayers and fastings before one naira drops from you.
Even if it drops it's with heavy insults and trepidations.
Your own family is afraid of you.
Terrified of you.
They are trembling at your word.
Let me make it clear to you in case no one has told you, and you are still deceiving yourself;
You are NOT a father.
No.
Ihe ịbụ̀ bụ̀ ekuke enyerè ụmụ. And I'm very sure your wife is regretting it every day.
You might come with the lie of provision but truth be told, how much do you actually provide? How much do you actually give? Compared to the millions you spend and throw-around outside.
You know the truth but you are not willing to admit it.
Ị chọrọ ka ihe gburu nna gị gbuo gị.
Your father didn't conquer polygamy and household witchcraft and there you are, toeing the exact lines.
Meticulously and stupidly.
Don't worry, poverty (accompanied by penury) is marching towards you.
It is marching like a strong army towards you and since your gates are open, it will march in and overwhelm you with its forces.
Therefore: Continue to nyash women. All sorts. Ùgbá, ósè, na ògìrì. All join come fine for your eyes.
Nyash-man.
Don't mend fences with your wife and children. Let them keep seeing you in all your ugliness. When you grow old (if you reach that time) and they ignore you, you will start blaming witches and wizards. Meanwhile you were the one that bewitched yourself.
Keep spending money outside. Real Estate and other forms of (viable) businesses are anathemas to you. Don't buy farmlands and start cultivating to reap from the land. Keep taking cheap women on trips. Buy them bone-straights and lace thongs and catapult-pants. When those riches develop wings and fly away make sure you find those your pino-pino and stick with them. Nyash them as well.
Continue to spread demons from place to place. You collect legion from one area, you drive to another part of the city or state or even fly abroad and deposit them inside all the ofe-ògìrìs you meet there. Then you collect well-well from them and return to base, into the waiting canal of your lovely wedded wife and the host of ofes that are in the hood or hotels waiting for you.
Chai, marine spirits must love you. You are helping their ministry move very well. The expansion, deposition and proliferation of demons. From person to person and place to place.
D**e! D**e of kpekus ụmụ nwaanyị!!!! (Plus other things I don't know what else you might be Nyashing).
Tueh gị!
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