The first law of power was the 6th law of a
drug dealer. It says ” Never try to outshine
That was what Nnamdi Ndifor had done.
I could have easily ignored his rantings about
Education but going to Agnes to tell her that I
was not Educated, just to get between her
pants, was unpardonable. He must pay.
As a drug dealer, the 7th rule was never to
stir up trouble. Problems had a way of
coming on its terms, how we planned it.
Confronting Ndifor face to face would be bad
for my reputation. Besides I had not told
Agnes anything about dating.
She had told me that she separated with John
BH. I didn’t care. Even if she separated with
John BH, Victor was just 8 or 9 months old. I
couldn’t date or even fvckk someone with a
baby like that.
I just played the father role to Victor and left
things that way.
But Ndifor going to Agnes to bad mouth me
because of Esut, it was out of line. He was
going to pay for the insolence although he
was older than me.
Two months had passed since he came out of
camp, but he had not started anything. Jordan
had eventually thought him how to tie the
drugs and how much there were sold. The
problem was the supply.
Jordan had tried to supply him from the
ones he got from me. I had noticed when
Jordan, who had been requiring 50grams at a
time from me, started demanding for
I cut the Supply to Jordan as a punishment.
He was angry with me. He traveled to
Hamburg to buy 150grams.
He paid for transport which was over 60
Euros, then he took the risk. He gave Ndifor
50grams out of the 150.
For two day, I refused to supply weeds to
the city. The 150 He got from hamburg
finished in two days.
The HEIM was in need of weeds again. Then I
released goods in the HEIM but not to Jordan
and his ally Ndifor.
After three days, Jordan made a wise
decision. He came to beg. He was no longer
interested in carrying Ndifor’s cross. He
reminded me how we were closer before the
I placed him back on 50grams a week. I knew
it wasn’t enough for him but it was far better
than going to Hamburg.
Agnes had somehow noticed that there was
trouble. I no longer cared much about Victor. I
stopped opening my doors for them even
when I was inside.
She caught me while closing my door one
evening, I allowed her to enter.
She had come to ask what she did wrong.
Apparently she did nothing wrong but she
was caught up in a jealous game and in the
game of war, you cannot supply food or
weapons to your enemy
( For all the Biafran brothers who are still
holding grudges for what Awolowo did to the
Igbos during the civil war, please understand
that starvation is a method to win a war. Lets
move on or judge people by what they do
Agnes cried in my room that day. I only took
one look on Victor and forgave her; even
though she did nothing.
Jordan and Agnes had returned, it meant that
I was reclaiming my kingdom.
*It remained Ndifor, the educated German
Engineer who had seen every other person
in the HEIM as inferior because he wasted a
few years in a system that hardly produced
food for its people. Germany was paying him
40,000 Naira a month for doing nothing while
in the city that hosted Esut, people earned
5000 Naira a month then*
We would meet on the road or stairway and
just passed each other without much talk. I
was the boss and I followed the hierarchy
ladder, not academic route. Johnson, Tony,
Jordan etc had stopped school after
elementary six. I still respected the rule.
At a stage, Ndifor left HEIM to hustle
elsewhere. I didn’t know where it was but he
returned after two weeks. He clearly stayed
miles away from Agnes. I didn’t know what he
heard but somehow, he ran away from Agnes
Victor in the other hand had started walking. I
would take him to the city alone while Agnes
rested. I would buy him toys and foods etc.
He started calling me daddy. He became my
son and as a result, I took care of them.
Agnes started saving money for her mom.
She said she wanted to send some money to
her mom and the younger sister Winnie who
both lived in Kampala Uganda. She said her
mom required 300 euros to start a mini
poultry back home.
I sent the money to her mother in Uganda.
The woman wanted to thank me on the phone
but I refused to talk with anybody. I lied to
Agnes that I didn’t want my voice to travel to
any other Country in Africa except Cameroun.
I told her that I had stopped calling my
I didn’t want to get too involved with them. It
can only mean sending more money to them
and not the other way round. I eventually got
involved with Her sister Winnie but that was
just on the phone. She once said on the
phone that she wanted to come tp Europe
too. I added her phone number on the reject
list of my phone and she stopped calling me.
The day I waited for arrived one afternoon.
Nnamdi Michael Ndifor knocked on my door.
I opened up asked what it was. He knelt down
instantly and begged me not to continue the
punishment. He said he was wrong. He
begged for what he said to Agnes, he begged
for his bad ego and he begged for looking
down on me. I gave him a further one week
suspension before I opened my wings for
A month after I opened my empire to him, he
bought a mercedes E220. ( he still drives the
car in Nigeria. We ran into each other at
Mgbuka Obosi Onitsha two months ago. We
will come to that some day)
Sometime in 2004, Agnes had totally cut off
John or the other way round. John had visited
our HEIM to see his son sometime in early
2004. I hosted his visit. I took him around
town and bought him drinks and food. Then I
saw him off together with Agnes before he
got into the train and went back to whatever
German hole he lived.
But after that visit, he had stopped coming
and Agnes never said anything about him
again. I once asked but she ignored the
question but when I persisted, she cried and I
never asked again… It was me she wanted
and she succeeded. Yes, she finally captured
the kingpin and her life changed..
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