Would talk in a bit

wow...fabulous...subscribing fully...

Interesting write up, quite eroti.c also.
I have a question to ask you? When will you be entering the country(NDLEA official)?.

illitrate: abeg who go summerize for me.

Even if them summarize am for you, you go understand? Going by your username

M M M: Op

Pls can I have d fone nos of d lady from south africa is it is a true story

u get money? Watin u wan use d number do?

Drug lord??

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.

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'.

OMG ...

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.

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.

Carry ur novel go give printer abeg.

So far So good. Nice story

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?

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

Nice!buh wat message re u passing across.u re lucky though

mallorca:
just my thoguht too,d story no make sense anymore

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....

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...

mallorca:
just my thoguht too,d story no make sense anymore

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.

wOW.... I am liking this... Infact... I am in love with it

@ poster, you've got me glued to these thread. Am enjoying every bit of your write-up.

Guy you are good but pls don't keep us waiting pls

gud job op...i'm really feeling these story,cant wait for eps2

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?

OP... No mind some people jor, their own na to discourage person... Forget them jor

Ricky_Ross: 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...

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.

Nice piece,

That's exactly the way cookies crumble.

Captivating and explicit....thumbs up @ op

Ricky_Ross: 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...

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".

Ricky_Ross: 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...

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

Nice 1 can't wait for part 2

Ricky_Ross: 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...

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