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Adanna: The Mysterious Aba Girl || Brouhaha In The House Of God || Brouhaha In The House Of God 2: the guardian angel || Fucking With The Devil || My Woman My Everything || The Carpenter, The Witch And The Mysterious Mirrow || The Mysterious Twenty Thousand Naira || There And Back On Time: Germany Dilemma || Adanna 2 : Seeds of Adanna || Deji The Pool Boy || The Private Lesson Teacher || The Tales Of Ozila Laveda And The Bank || The Preachers Son || Adesuwa || There And Back On Time Season 2: Europe Wahala || Brouhaha In The House Of God 3: Road to hell ||Sex And The City || Fausat The Fish Seller || Who Love Me Most || Witches And Wizards || The Magnificent Brothers season one || Confession Of Funnab Yahoo Boy || Honest Illusion || Sex Robbery And Delivery Service || Once Upon A Nite Stand || My I.T Sexcapade || Murica My River Wife || How I Cherish My Sister || A Clarion Call To Confusion || Adanna3: The Sacrifice || Secrets And Scandals || The Magnificent Brothers 2 || Sins Of My Past || Diary Of An Assistant Girlfriend || Allen Avenue: Story Of A Call Worker || Cassandra || Church Rats || The University Prestos || The Curious Case Of Boda Meko || Dark Tears Of Babylon || An Ace For Oscar || The Coffin Of Errors || A Merry Chrismax || The Nemesis Of Daddy || Me And My Supernatural Girlfriend || The Road To Stardom || Three Days To Remember || || heart of a lucifer || Murica 2: How Do I Return || Three Days to remember 2 || Brother Paul || My Imsu Desire || Diana the mermaid || Belinda: tender beauty || The Darkest Hour || The Darkest Hour 2 || The Last Smile || Omolara's Faith || Blinkered || Behind Her Smile || Bukky Alakara ||Intermission: The Love ||The University Prestos || M.A.R.Y || The President Son And I || Abominable Act || In The Dark || Act Of Faith || Act Of Faith 2 ||Mr Rajas Daughter 2 || Shattered Dreams || Adanna 4: Unavoidable Nemesis || Brouhaha In The House Of God 4: Die Another Day || Brouhaha In The House Of God 5: Judgement Day || Brouhaha In The House Of God 6: Political War ONGOING STORIES
Tarasha || Endless Tears || 7 Days || The Hole In The Wall || Behind Her Veil || Married || Maimed Soul || Belinda 2 || I Fell In Love || M.A.R.Y 2 || There And Back On Time 3 : The Shadow Chase || Is It A Sin || Is It A Sin 2 || Is It A Sin 3 || Isabella : In Love With A Mermaid || Once A Lover || There And Back On Time 3: The Shadow Chase || The President Son And I : 2 || Fierce || Ownets Adventure || Brouhaha in the house of God 7: Retaliation || Apocalypse: The Second Coming || The Heart Of An Assassin || M.A.R.Y 2 || Murica 3: The Forbidden kingdom || Adventure Of Tanaboy || Act Of Faith Season 3 || Isabella Season 2 || All In The Name Of Love

56. Gun Was Involved Finally

It was on a Sunday evening. I had returned
from Berlin where I went to buy African
foodstuffs and Nigerian Movies for Agnes
and Victor.
I had stopped at the Brandenburg Train
Station where I was Immediately circled by
some mufti Polizei. Their leader who wore
ear ring on the left ear had blocked me from
moving as soon as I alighted from the train.
One other Police whom I had never seen
before had quickly grabbed my bag and they
had released their dogs to go after me if I
attempted to run.
They searched through my bag and found
Yam, pepper, red oil, garri and ‘ my destiny’
a Nigerian film that stared Nkem Owoh.
From the look in their faces, I could tell that
they were massively disappointed. They had
finally tracked the Little drug dealer down and
all they could find was pepper. I pretended
that I didn’t know what was happening. I
pleaded to them not to steal my food items
because I bought them with my last money. I
was almost in tears. They told me not to
worry because they would give the bag back
to me.
When the leader finally introduced himself as
a police, I told him that I thought they were
people who had come to take my food away. I
told him that the police had uniforms and
asked why they were not on uniforms. He
ignored my silly question and they entered
their car to leave. I asked them to drop me
at the HEIM but they drove off.
Though I knew they would never carry me but
I needed to play my fool’s card. It had worked
for me many times.
A certain Sandis from Cameroun was in the
HEIM when I returned. The Camerounians had
gathered to celebrate his return from prison.
A half kilo of weeds and Hashes had been
found in his room in his absence. Police had
searched for him for three weeks before
they tracked him down in Stuttgart. He was
thrown into prison and charged with two
offenses.
1 – he was captured outside his landkreis.
(Landkreis meant where your papers allowed
you to be)
2 – A certain amount of drugs had been
found in his official room a day after he left
HEIM.
Since I was in the HEIM, they went for Sandis.
He had spent over one year in Prison
because of drugs that belonged to me.
The Camerounians had gathered to plot a way
to revenge what I did. They knew the drugs
were mine. I had sent their brother to prison
for nothing.
He had stolen my first drugs and denied it.
He had to pay for his sins. It was the law of
nature, it was my law.
After the return of Sandis, a lot of secret
gatherings had been going on by the
Camerounians, they had teamed up with the
guineans since they all spoke French.
My fellow Nigerians maintained a distance
from me too.
They were afraid to remain very close to me.
According to Jordan, I was a ticking Bomb
that would explode any moment.
Johnson, my master who would have backed
me 100% had traveled to sweden to wed his
white girlfriend. They had returned and found
a small apartment in the city center. He no
longer came often to HEIM.
I felt lonely and when I figured I was going to
be attacked, I called Marko, my German
friend and told him that I needed a gun.
He said he could get one for me at 400
Euros. I gave him the money.
I stopped sleeping in my room alone. I would
go down to Agnes and sleep in her room
until morning.
On one of the nights that I went to sleep in
Agnes’ room, one thing had led to another
and she had asked that I sleep in the bed with
her.
I had bought children’s bed for Victor. I
agreed and went to sleep in the same bed
with her. Somehow, she had started some
sentimental and emotional crap about how
she would have suffered without me, how she
didn’t know how to pay me, how I was her
god and all that.
Then she had finished and kissed me.
No resistance!
She tried again and left her mouth on mine
for several seconds.
On her third trial, I responded and that was
it.
That was the moment Agnes had been waiting
for several months. She was hungry for me.
She kissed every part of my body down to
my joystick. She removed my cloths by
herself and mounted me. She fvckedd me with
fury and and force.
She didn’t bother about condom. She wanted
to get pregnant for me and tie me down
permanently. She wanted me to take her with
me even to Nigeria whenever I decided to go
home. She knew I had money in Nigeria. She
knew I was the king in the city. She wanted to
be part of that Estate.
I started frequenting Berlin because I didn’t
want to sleep with Agnes all the time. We had
somehow started fvcking every night. She
would remove my condom half way through
sexxx; when I would be helpless to protest.
She had seen an opportunity and she took it.
I was eating at a restaurant one afternoon
when Solomon Okoronkwo, the Nigerian
footballer entered. He was fresh from Under
20 World Cup in Holland where Nigeria had
finished second after Argentina. It was in
2005.
He had heard me spoke Igbo on the phone
and approached. He was new in town and
knew nobody. He had signed for Hertha
Berlin, a german division one club.
After eating, I paid for our foods and we left
together to the Area where Igbos frequent.
I was already a Hertha Berlin fan member
before they signed him. I used to be going to
the Berlin olympic Stadium, the venue of the
2006 world Cup final, to watch Hertha play.
After meeting Okoronkwo, I started
frequenting Berlin more. We would go to their
training ground together and drove to his
place afterwards. Sometimes we would go to
my own place in Berlin.
Marko on the other hand had called me that
my gun would be ready in a few days. When
he had it, I went to his house and collected it.
It was a smith & Wesson Police Special .45
calibre.
When I got it, I called some friends in the
HEIM and pretended that I wanted to buy
drinks, something I do often anyway.
I brought out the gun while we were drinking
and everybody was jolted..
When I brought out my silver gun, everybody
was ready to run but I told them not to
worry. The target was the prisoner who got
out after serving my prison terms for me. I
leaked the gun information so that they will
send a message to Sandis the prisoner. He
needed to know that I was ready for war and
that I had graduated from ordinary dealer to
an armed drug dealer.
After showing off the gun, I took to
Johnson’s place outside the HEIM and left it
inside my traveling bag which I had kept in his
house. He didn’t know a gun was in it. I didn’t
know what his reactions would be if he found
out I had a gun and that I kept it with him, so
I decided not to tell him.
As expected, the news of a gun in the HEIM
had circulated. A certain Nigga had brought a
gun into the HEIM.
The arabs were the most fearful group. They
had been fighting with Africans for the control
of the drug flow in the HEIM. They didn’t know
it had gone to the extent of getting a gun.
Jimmy, a Morrocan Man had somehow made
friends with me. He had turned loyal.
Fadi, the Lebanese boy had also come to pay
his loyalty to me.
They had stopped buying drugs from Berlin
and joined my retail outlets. They had their
own contacts too but between february 2005
and october 2005, they bought from me.
Amidst all of that situation, I was scared too.
I was not a killer.
After the police search at the Train station in
which they found only the foodstuffs, I had
stopped bringing in drugs by myself.
My supplier in Berlin had a C class mercedes
car. He would drive down to Brandenburg
where we would meet in the night, then I
would carry the goods and hide them in the
bush. I would only take the ones I would
supply that night.
Somehow, some kind of fear had started
enveloping me. The money I was making was
putting some fear inside me. I had saved up
another 20, 000 euros and left it with
Johnson in his new appartment where he
lived with his white wife. Since he was looking
for his papers through the girl, he he had
stopped selling drugs especially in the street.
He had maintained a few big boys whom he
supplied. It was safer for him.
Life went on. Since I got my gun, I had started
sleeping in the HEIM again. The Cowards from
Cameroun had all vanished from HEIM. Sandis
the thief who stole my drugs and paid with
prison term was rumoured to have ran to
France.
His friend Guy was rumoured to be in
Belgium. The only one remaining was Christie,
a lady of about 40 from Cameroun, she would
greet me at every slightest opportunity.
She had heard that I had a gun. They all
thought I carried it around.
A thought that protected me…

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