04/13/2025
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19XCSQYS1x/
Title: Babatunde’s Fall and Rise
Babatunde was once the golden boy of Lagos' oil consultancy scene—sharp suits, a convoy of exotic cars, a mansion in Banana Island, and bank balances that would make a politician jealous. He was known across Ikoyi, Victoria Island, and even Abuja corridors of power. But beneath the suave persona was a man whose wealth was built on high-stake projects and risky loans.
When oil prices dipped, and some shady government contracts were discontinued, the millions dried up. Babatunde defaulted on a $300 million loan. The bank came knocking, and his mansion was seized. Friends disappeared. Overnight, the king of luxury became a glorified nomad—homeless, sleeping in his cars parked behind luxury hotels he could no longer afford.
Yet, he didn’t let go of his image. Dressed impeccably, he began attending elite events, brunches in Lekki, art shows in VI, and fundraisers in Eko Hotel. There, he spun tales of being "between properties" or “downsizing,” never revealing his true situation. Babatunde became a professional heartthrob—targeting wealthy single women, feeding them dreams of love, marriage, and business partnerships. They lavished him with gifts, transferred money, rented apartments, even bought him watches and paid for his trips abroad.
He never intended to marry any of them. Each woman believed she was “the one,” but Babatunde was simply surviving.
Until he met Aderonke.
She wasn’t just another Shell executive—she was the daughter of **Baba Alawo**, a respected herbalist in Osun State with metaphysical powers rooted in ancient cult practices. Aderonke, born into spiritual royalty, had inherited her father's gift. Her aura attracted influence, and her intuition pierced veils of deceit like a hot knife through butter.
From their first meeting at a Shell-sponsored gala, Aderonke saw through Babatunde’s charm. She sensed his desperation, his broken spirit masked by fine cologne and crisp Yoruba-English. Still, she didn’t judge. Instead, she looked deeper.
One night after an intimate dinner in Lekki, she woke him abruptly at 2:43 AM.
“Babatunde, why did you lie to Eniola about being ready to marry her when you’re homeless?”
Babatunde’s eyes widened. His mouth dried. How could she know? He hadn’t told her anything about Eniola—or his situation.
She calmly went back to sleep, but Babatunde lay awake till dawn, sweating despite the AC.
The next morning, she told him, “We need to travel. Osun State. My father wants to meet you.”
Six hours later, they arrived at a hidden river village. No network. No distractions. Baba Alawo had already begun his consultation with *Ifa*, revealing Babatunde’s journey before he even stepped into the compound.
“You want salvation, Babatunde,” the old man said. “But it must come with sacrifice.”
The condition: Babatunde must swear an oath to treat Aderonke well, as her husband, or face severe spiritual consequences.
With no options left and his soul stripped bare, Babatunde agreed.
For three days, they stayed in the village. Rituals were done, sacrifices made, and spiritual debts settled. On the fourth day, they returned to Ibadan.
As soon as they reached town, Babatunde’s phone rang. It was the Federal Ministry of Petroleum. A forgotten proposal he submitted five years ago was being revived. They needed him in Abuja to defend it.
Thirty-five minutes later, the bank that repossessed his mansion called—they couldn’t sell the property and wanted to know if he could pay off the loan.
Aderonke, without blinking, called the bank MD. She negotiated the cancellation of all accumulated interest and committed to paying the principal in 72 hours—out of her personal wealth.
Three days later, Babatunde received confirmation: **he had been awarded the government contract.
His life turned around. New contracts rolled in, the mansion was returned, and the cars he once used to sleep in now had their own garages.
He married Aderonke in a quiet but powerful ceremony in the same Osun village. The corridors of power began to open wider, this time spiritually reinforced.
Moral of the Story:
When you meet the right spouse, you don’t just find love—you find destiny, restoration, and the right solution to your deepest struggles.
