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Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Nobody: 11:59am On Oct 30, 2012 |
Would talk in a bit |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Nobody: 12:09pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
wow...fabulous...subscribing fully... |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by quicksylva(m): 12:17pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Interesting write up, quite eroti.c also. I have a question to ask you? When will you be entering the country(NDLEA official)?. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Nobody: 12:22pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
illitrate: abeg who go summerize for me.Even if them summarize am for you, you go understand? Going by your username |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by patholaw: 12:25pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
M M M: Opu get money? Watin u wan use d number do? |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by romeo(m): 12:39pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Drug lord?? |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by dennismukoro(m): 12:43pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
I was so excited about coming back to Lagos, that all I could think about during the long drive from my hotel to the airport was how to flaunt my new found wealth, and most importantly how I’d use it to upgrade my social status. I slept through the six hour flight and didn’t wake up until the flight attendants announcement that all passengers should fasten their seat belts came through. Yawns. Tired and jet lagged, I fastened my seatbelt, wiped my face with my hand and looked through the window and I could see the aerial view of the airport as we approached the runway. We were three minutes away from landing and this increased the anxiety in me. After clearing myself with immigration and getting my luggage, I set out to hire a taxi to take me to the hotel where I was to meet up with Lateef and Chairman when I heard someone call out my name. It was Lateef. I was surprised to see him because I called him a day before, reminding him of my purported arrival so he could make arrangements to come pick me up but he instead advised I hire a taxi. Anyway I walked to where the car was, exchanged pleasantries and in no time we were on our way to the hotel where chairman was anticipating my arrival. Inside the car, I took out the envelope Subusiso gave me and handed it over to him. He opened it and took out the content which was obviously stacks of money, counted it and gave me the – You did a good job look. We arrived at the hotel and found Chairman in the hotel bar having drinks by himself and smoking his cigarette effortlessly. One could tell something was wrong. “Welcome back Michael, how was your trip?” He asked me forcing a smile on his face. “It was good. Hoe gaan dit met sir? I replied chipping in a bit of Afrikaans I had learnt just to lighten up his mood. “He laughed out loud – I see you had it good over there. Well I don’t understand what you just said but I’m guessing Lerato taught you well” We all burst into laughter as he walked out of the bar into the lobby with one of his bodyguards and Lateef just behind them. In the time while I waited for them to get back, I ordered myself a cold bottle of Star and a plate of eba and edika ikang. That rubbish they served on the place didn’t fill me up at all. I was barely halfway into drinking the beer while still expecting the food to arrive when they came back into the bar. I didn’t need anybody to tell me whatever they talked about had a lot to do with me. It was all over their faces, and the way they kept staring got me so uncomfortable, I almost spilled half a glass full of beer on my pants if not for my quick reflex. Then Chairman walked up to me and sat on the table- “You did a good job and I must say I’m impressed” “Thank you” I said with a bit of fear in my voice “I have something bothering me and I need you to take care of it for me” “Ok…ok. I stuttered. How can I be of help” in a more relaxed tone “You see there’s this boy that works for me, or let me say used to work for me. He delivered a parcel to someone in Abuja a few months back and has yet to pay me my money” “I see, and how do I come in? You need me to go get the money for you?” I asked looking a tad confused. “Well that’s a part of it, but what I really need you to do is get rid of him. I hear he has plans of leaving the country. I don’t want that plan materializing” “With all due respect, if it’s what I think it is you want me to do, then I’m sorry I can’t do it, not now, not in the future. I just got in from a six hours flight not long ago, I haven’t even rested and I’m in dire need of sleep. I can’t even do it, I’m sorry.” He took a glance at Lateef who was a few steps away from him, looked at me, and then counted forty notes of $50 bills and placed it on one side of the table and his gun on another. I swallowed a large amount of saliva. “Make your choice.” He said Bleep!!! What have I gotten myself into? I didn’t bargain for this? All I came here to do was push drugs and make money, and now I’d have to kill too? I couldn’t get my eyes off the money and also couldn’t picture myself killing someone. But after a few minutes I had come up with a decision and it wasn’t a difficult one to make. “I would do it”. Whatever would make me wealthy, money is the motive anyway. “Perfect. Lateef would give you every detail you need about our guy and that’s the gun you would use – pointing at the gun on the table – but you would have to get it over with tonight; else I’d be the one pulling the trigger on you” “You have nothing to worry about” “You would get the balance of $1500 when the job is done.” He said, then he came closer, held me by my shoulder and whispered in my ear – I trust you mike, I really do, but whatever you do, make sure you don’t leave traces behind. Make sure he’s dead before leaving the scene, because if there’s a slip up, and its traced to me, I’d track every member of your family and kill them one after the other before taking your head” He said wearing an evil grin on his face as he smoothened the part of my shirt he had rumpled. Then he stood up and left the hotel with his bodyguards with Lateef once again behind them. So Lateef knew about this and didn’t let me in on it. Damn it – I said hitting the table hard. I was literally shaking in my seat. I could still hear his voice playing in my head, he sounded angry and furious and I could sense the need for urgency in his voice. I had never killed anybody, I barely used to fight but the money was too tempting – I agreed to it and now there’s no turning back. I was hours away from pulling my first hit and I must say I was very scared. When Lateef came in, I didn’t know whether to get angry and put up a fight with him or just keep calm and follow up with the plan; the latter seemed the better thing to do. He gave me all the information I needed to know about the boy including his pictures and left a few minutes later. The said boys name was Robert Ikueku, UNILAG undergraduate and PR to a popular club on the island. After giving it a series of thoughts, I reasoned the best way to take him out was to accost him on his way home from the club, when there won’t be many people on the road and kill him. The food finally came, but the urge to eat had disappeared so I guzzled down the remaining beer, picked the money and gun then retired to one of the rooms that Chairman had on his tab. At 11:30pm I decked up wearing a black v-neck shirt on faded blue jeans and blue tennis shoes, picked the already loaded gun and headed to the club in one of Chairman’s cars. I got to the club, left the gun in the car and went in. I sighted Robert soon after and I felt sorry for him because of what I was going to do to him, but my life was also at stake – there was no going back. At 4:30am the club was getting empty so I went out into the car and waited for him to drive out. I forced myself to stay awake by playing loud music and smoking cigarettes but I found myself dozing off most of the time. After dozing off again I woke up to his car driving out of the club, by this time it was 5:30am already. My heart started beating fast and for a few seconds I was numb, then I got myself together, started the car and drove slowly behind him. We drove steady behind each other for a while till he made a turn into a quiet street off Ozumba-Mbadiwe. Now is the time. He slowed down a bit; I pulled up beside him and fired several shots into the car. I looked around and when I didn’t see anybody coming my way, I got down went towards his car and fired more shots at him. When I was sure he was dead, I started laughing. Something about seeing a dead body fascinated me so much that I went into the car trunk, got the car jack and hit his head continuously until his brain popped out. In less than one week, I had grossed an equivalent of what I’d have made in a year and I just committed my first murder. It felt good. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Wendie94: 12:45pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
illitrate: abeg who go summerize for me.Going by ur username, im nt surprised @ ur comment. SMH @ d story is nice. And 2 all ye lovers of romance y wuldn't u say 'd story is nice'. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by succri(m): 12:47pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
OMG ... |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by dennismukoro(m): 12:54pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
It was a long drive back to the hotel, and as I drove slowly, all I could think of was how I shot and killed Robert. Each time the thought popped in my head, I smiled to myself - making up different scenarios that I could have employed in killing him, but in all, he was dead. I arrived at the hotel very fatigued, that as soon as I made way into my room, I jumped into the bed and slept off like a baby - still fully clothed. I woke up hours later, still tired, but this time I could tell it was hunger related, so I got up and phoned the hotels kitchen to order for food before stripping to the last piece of clothing I had on and went to take a shower. I was still getting dressed when I heard a knock on the door. It’s my food - I thought to myself - so I hurriedly wore my sweat pant and t-shirt and went on to open the door. "It’s called a mobile phone because it’s supposed to be carried around. Where is your phone?" Chairman yelled out as he walked into the room - without Lateef this time but with his bodyguards. "It’s over there" - I stuttered, pointing to the phone on the bed. "I put it on the silent profile because I didn't want to be disturbed while I slept" - I continued, while locking the door. "Because you didn't want to be disturbed?” He exclaimed, nodding his head in disbelief. Well I won't blame you. No! I won't blame you. He negated. I walked to the edge of the bed where he was seated and stood in front of him with my hands behind me - as a sign of respect knowing fully well that he was angry. There was a long pause in the room, before chairman finally broke the silence - "I'm impressed with how far you have come, especially with the way you carried out your assignment last night. Because you claimed it was your first time, I had one of my undercover persons in the police force at the crime scene when the body of the deceased was being moved to the mortuary and my excitement knew no bounds when I was told no evidence was recovered." He enthused. I felt the tension in the room ease off a bit, so I relaxed my nerves and got into my comfort zone while still listening to what he was saying. "Not only am I impressed with you, the Chairman himself, the Oga patapata, the man funding the whole operation has been wowed by your performance and has requested to see you, but not after you make another drop". "There is another chairman? So what are you?" I asked looking a tad confused. "Laughing out loud – yes there is. Everything here is done in a hierarchical order, and at every stage, we have someone we report to just like how you, Lateef and the other boys report to me, I also have someone I report to who might also be accountable to someone. They call me Chairman because it’s me they see as the overall boss but I call him chairman because I know what he is capable of. I've met him just twice as he chooses to remain on the background and all our dealings have been done via phone, so for him to want to see you, consider yourself a lucky boy". "Everything is happening too fast and right now it’s getting me confused. I haven't lived a normal life in the last one month and it’s starting to bother me. I need to take a break from this and just do what normal people do". "Hmm you would do that son, but right now it’s not about what you want. If you want to be wealthy, you have to do whatever you are being asked to do. Once you are in, you are in there are no days off except maybe you want to face the wrath of the Chairman and believe me when I say you don't want to". Sigh. I have now become slave to a man and his cohorts in the name of making money. "What about the balance I'm supposed to collect?" "Oh that, here you go - handing out a brown envelope he took out of his pocket with a bunch of keys to me - that's $5000. The extra $3500 on it is your part payment for your trip to London in two weeks." "London?" A curious I questioned. "Yes London. The keys are for your new fully furnished apartment in Ogudu. Chairman doesn't want you living in a hotel and most definitely doesn't want you back in Ketu" "Wow" "Well that's what you get for being diligent and obedient. There's still more from where that came from, don't mess it up. And yes, the car is yours too and the address to the house is inscribed at the back of the envelope. Get your passport across to me so I'd get your visa processed. I guess I should take my leave now, have a good day". I locked the door behind him as he left with his guards and for the next twenty to thirty minutes I stood still, speechless. It was another knock on the door that jolted me back to reality. My food had finally arrived but the urge to eat had disappeared, again! I packed my stuff, concealed the gun in a piece of cloth and hid it in the bottom corner of my suitcase as I headed out of the hotel en route to Ogudu. It was a two bedroom bungalow that was en suite with up to date household amenities. My life had changed for good - at least so I thought. The following day I went to a bureau-de-change and converted $2000 into Naira while the other $3000 I opted to deposit at the bank. Was checking out shirts in a store at the palms shopping mall that day when I met the lady who would later be my wife. The minute I saw her walk into the store, I knew she was the one. Decked up in a blue blouse, black jeggins and black pumps, the aura around her screamed hot and I'm sure I wasn't the only one checking her out, but I couldn't bring myself to talk to her. She walked around the store for a while and when I noticed her staring at one of the bags they displayed looking a bit distressed, I figured that was my cue to talk to her. So I manned up, went up to her and started a conversation. She wanted to buy a Louis Vuitton bag but was short a staggering N120,000. I was N300,000 rich and wasn't going to spare any expense because to me it was love at first sight but she was insistent on me not doing so claiming she had it covered. We went on and on about it for about forty-five minutes before she finally bulged, after her ATM card still didn't work, but only on the condition that she would pay me back during the week. I agreed even though I knew I wasn't going to collect the money back and we exchanged numbers as we left the store. That marked the beginning of another phase in my life. Two weeks had passed and Tomi and I were waxing strong with each passing day but it was time to make the big trip to London. I had heard a lot about the British Immigration, Metropolitan police and Scotland Yard’s crackdown on drug traffickers. They weren't good tales but once again I was assured by chairman and lateef that my safety and security was guaranteed. To Tomi I was going on a business trip but to me it was a life changing one that could make or mar me. Nigerian Immigration has to by far be the worst of the lot, N5000 tip usually gets me treated like a king and my Luggage most times never gets checked. The plane took off at exactly 11:25pm local time and we didn't arrive at Heathrow airport till 6:30am London time, due to air turbulence. There was no hitch clearing myself with the British Immigration as the drug was properly concealed in baby diapers, and in no time I was being chauffeured to the Best Western Swiss Cottage Hotel where I had earlier made a reservation. It was a forty minute drive from the airport to the hotel and I slept all through the day since I was expected to make the delivery at night. Around midnight, I got dressed up, put the drugs in a messenger bag and headed to the D Den Legacy club that was just five minutes by feet away from the hotel where I was supposed to meet the client. I had just cut into an alley as directed by the hotel guard when I was jumped by three white boys. One dragged the bag from me, the other gagged me by the throat while the third kicked me to the ground. It seemed like the beginning of the end. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Wendie94: 1:00pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Now im wondering y Chairman didnt use Lateef or one of his bodyguards 2 execute his plan but decided 2 use Mike dat he had barely met or known. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by phemi01(m): 1:09pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Carry ur novel go give printer abeg. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Taich(m): 1:10pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
So far So good. Nice story |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Nobody: 1:21pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
What happened to the gun thereafter? Were you supposed to keep it for further hits? Was it a .45 semi -automatic, a revolver, pump action or a barretta? |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by mallorca(m): 1:29pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Wendie94: Now im wondering y Chairman didnt use Lateef or one of his bodyguards 2 execute his plan but decided 2 use Mike dat he had barely met or known.just my thoguht too,d story no make sense anymore |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by phecs: 1:44pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Nice!buh wat message re u passing across.u re lucky though |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by ba7man(m): 2:00pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
mallorca:Its a normal way of roping people into crime. He wants the link to him to be as far as possible + He's got dirt on him already for carrying drugs 4 him. Reminds me of how the "Godmother" who died recently roped her top hitman. (Cocaine Cowboys documentary on Maiami drug trade in d 70's) @Poster, nice story, these are the type of story telling that will make world-class scripts in Nollywood.... |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by RickyRoss1(m): 2:01pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
THE STORY IS JUST TOO FABRICATED, AND ITS NOT REAL... A DRUG LORD WILL NOT USE A NEW FACE OR UNRELIABLE PERSON TO KILL HIS FORMER COURIER. I THOUGHT IT WAS TRUE STORY, NOW I KNOW ITS NOT... |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by quicksylva(m): 2:01pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
mallorca:guy learn how to read & understand. At the begining of the write up, lateef has put in a good word for mike to chairman, that he is smart and intelligent moreover at the earlier stage mike was also involve in petty drugs dealing(marijuana). So he was the right person for the job. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Foxybone(m): 2:03pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
wOW.... I am liking this... Infact... I am in love with it |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by quicksylva(m): 2:11pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
@ poster, you've got me glued to these thread. Am enjoying every bit of your write-up. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Tochiilo(m): 2:12pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Guy you are good but pls don't keep us waiting pls |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Dreyl(m): 2:13pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
gud job op...i'm really feeling these story,cant wait for eps2 |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by blackrules1(m): 2:20pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Chai, if na Naija.... the girl 4 leave with the guy's envelop, wristwatch or something. .... how u go dey in bed with dat kain girl in Naija and u sleep off? |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Foxybone(m): 2:20pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
OP... No mind some people jor, their own na to discourage person... Forget them jor |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by quicksylva(m): 2:31pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Ricky_Ross: THE STORY IS JUST TOO FABRICATED, AND ITS NOT REAL...of course it's not real, the write up is all fictional. Fiction is the form of any work that deals with events that are not factual i.e it's an imaginary work that is invented by the poster. @ poster abeg ride on jare. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by saintohia: 2:41pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Nice piece, That's exactly the way cookies crumble. |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by matnxmomah(m): 2:49pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Captivating and explicit....thumbs up @ op |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by ba7man(m): 3:18pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Ricky_Ross: THE STORY IS JUST TOO FABRICATED, AND ITS NOT REAL...You're wrong about that. One of the most famous Drug lords(Griselda Blanco (Godmother)) was able to recruit her best hitman this exact way. He mistakenly screwd up an intended hit that happened to be her former courier that took off with her money and to avoid being killed he was ordered to carry out the hit himself. He was sucessful and the rest is history. Go watch "Cocaine Cowboys". |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by Nobody: 3:51pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Ricky_Ross: THE STORY IS JUST TOO FABRICATED, AND ITS NOT REAL...It means you know nothing about drug biz... U expect the boss to use a family member? He can't continue to recycle one courier for all trips, it ll draw attention Abeg OP.. Nack us Episode 2 jare |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by lapagegirl(f): 3:58pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Nice 1 can't wait for part 2 |
Re: Memoirs Of A Drug Lord (Episode 1, 2 & 3) by omosexy1: 4:07pm On Oct 30, 2012 |
Ricky_Ross: THE STORY IS JUST TOO FABRICATED, AND ITS NOT REAL... Now that makes it a fantastic story. To get you hooked. Op is a good writer. I can visualize a movie but our nollywood directors can mess things up. And if this is going to be shot, it can be expensive too. Change of location and the rest. You know sey executive producers for naija like cheap story-lines for village so that they can count their profit well 1 Like |
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