I’ve seen too many guys chase quick wealth here. I was one of them. For years, I jumped from one low-paying job to another in Lagos, barely scraping by. Friends from back in the day were buying cars and building houses. I felt left behind. One night, a buddy I trusted pulled me aside. He spoke softly about a “sure way” to make it big fast—overnight success, he called it. At first, I brushed it off. But times were tough, and hope can make you ignore warnings.
He shared stories of people who suddenly got rich after visiting certain native doctors for money rituals. They travelled abroad and lived large. I didn’t realize then how dark it could turn. Things started changing quickly. Money came in unexpectedly. People respected me more. Opportunities popped up. My wife seemed happier at first. The kids had better things. Even family started looking up to me.
But then the nightmares began. I’d wake up in sweat, hearing voices whisper my name. Shadows seemed to move in corners of the house. My wife grew distant, snapping over nothing, always scared. The peace we’d gained slipped away. It got worse when the children fell ill, one by one. Doctors found nothing. Bills piled up. One night, my wife broke down, saying something evil was watching us. That same night, I dreamed of a figure demanding payment for the “success.” Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35588
