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GNASH OF BEING PREDICTED
📅 19 October 2024❤️ 120 likes💬 134 comments🚀 164 times monetized
They killed him at 7pm, at Onipanu Lagos, he was fucking predictable, they knew he would always remove all the magical charms on his body whenever he's praying Maghrib at 7pm in his house at Onipanu...
Prof Peller paid the price of being predictable.
▪Early morning tea was his favourite, he loved tea like he loves his women, all they needed to do was... do the tea and give him to sip. Abiola paid the price of being predictable.
▪They knew my father will always stand up to ease himself without carrying his cup of beer along while he is in party with his friends drinking.
He came back to the drink, to drink poison diluted with his beer in the cup.
My father Mr Adesanya paid the price of being predictable in 2009.
▪Apple was his favourite, just like Asian virgins, the General saw flawless virgins and forgot military intelligence, he ate the Apple and collapsed. Abacha the man.
▪Alhaja Ajagbe Iyaloja Oworo market will always come out every 5am to perform ablutions instead of using her bathroom at times .
She was found lying lifeless on the floor killed by hired killers.
Another price of being predictable.
▪He is a protocol type of a man. He usually tear his mail himself to read instead of his Chief Security Officer
He tore a letter bomb one day thinking it was the kind of mail he receives day to day as usual.
Dele Giwa paid the price of being predictable.
*Being predictable is very professional but it always lead to nasty regrets, apply military intelligence to your common sense to survive.*
*If you have been taken a particular route to your office, please change it sometimes!*
If you always arrive by 9.oopm, you should take alternate route sometime or change it! Do not let people know you you too much....
*BE A BIT UNPREDICTABLE TO LIVE LONG*
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Kavya discovered her grandmother's ancient Tamil verses encoded on Stellar blockchain through andal.io. The platform revealed prophecies written centuries ago, eerily matching her life's pivotal moments. At first, she resisted this predetermined path, teeth clenched in frustration.
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