keep it coming oga Zuby, your audience are waiting patiently....you experience is as real as life itself!

I really love this Write up,God bless op. Pls I need clue on how to apply for netherland student visa. Because I intend to do my masters there. And I really need advice from anybody with the experience

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36: IKENNA AGAIN
Chapter 36. Ikenna came.
”Bros how far” Ikenna said.
I didn’t know the first thing to do.
My first impulse suggested that i
went inside and get the boiling
water, then throw it at his face,
but that was an action i would
regret. I hated regrets.
The second impulse was to start
to shout at him to leave my place
but after everything i had been
doing for Ify in the past ten
months, shouting at Ikenna to
leave would be an act of
cowardice. He deserved more
punishment for disappearing. He
deserved more punishment for
having the courage to show up in
my place after more than ten
months of disappearing.
To achieve that, i needed to
remain as calm as cold water. I
needed to think and thinking
required time.
”Oh you, Ikenna right? What are
you doing here” i said.
”Baby, who is that” a voice said
from the inside. It was Ify.
”A visitor, he has come to see you
i guess” i shouted.
”Who” she asked again.
”Come and see him yourself” i
said.
Ify came out.
”You, what are you doing here”
she had shouted at Ikenna.
”Ify, i heard that you have a baby
boy, i came to congratulate you. It
is not easy” Ikenna had said.
The sudden anger which had
occurred in me as a result of the
sudden re-appearance of Ikenna
had started to subside gradually. I
had grabbed the control of my
mind and had already started
thinking if there was some take-
away immediate punishment for
him, there wasn’t. I had to be
patient. His time would surely
come. It was the hen that told her
chicks not to be in a hurry to
cross the heavy flood since it will
subside when the heavy rain
stopped.
”So, you never heard about me
until i gave birth. Did nobody ever
tell you that i was heavily
pregnant? Can you swear that you
never heard that i lived here? How
did you even find here” Ify had
said.
Great question. My anger didn’t
allow me to even ask him that
question.
”It is not important how i found
here. I just want to see your baby
and go” he said.
”What baby do you want to see” i
asked with a low tone, trying to
suppress my anger.
”The new baby, i want to see him
and leave” He said.
”You won’t see him, go before i
call police here” Ify was saying
behind me.
”Ify please shut up and go inside,
let me handle this” i said.
Ify went inside.
”You see, she doesn’t want to see
you. I advice that you leave this
place and don’t return again
Ikenna. I didn’t invite you here
and if i see you here again, i am
going to make sure that you won’t
be able to come here until i leave
Holland” i said.
”You can’t threaten me like that.
What is wrong in seeing a new
baby boy, am i going to take him
away or what” he said with a
raised voice.
”I am not going to repeat myself
after this; go away and don’t come
back. Take my advice, this is
Europe. Just leave and go in
peace” i said and went back inside.
From the window, i watched him
stood there for five minutes
before he left.
Ify asked me how he found out. I
didn’t know and i told her that but
i also told her not to worry ”He
won’t disturb us for long” i had
told her.
Two days after the Ikenna’s visit,
we met again at a popular bar in
Amsterdamse Poort. He was with
Ehis and one other guy; probably
a thief like them.
I had walked past them and found
a vacant seat at the extreme right
end. Ikenna had walked up to me
and sat down opposite me.
”I heard that the new baby boy
looks like me” he said.
”Yes, he looks like you but he is
not yours” i said as i opened a
bottle of Guinness stout.
”Is that why you didn’t want me to
see him” he asked.
”You can see him but atleast, you
have to make calls. You cannot
just go to people’s house without
invitation” I said.
”So when do you want me to
come” he asked.
”I have to convince and calm Ify
down. You know how women
behave. So give me your number.
I will call you when the coast is
clear” i said.
He loved the idea so much. He
didn’t believe i was going to be so
easy to convince. He came to me
with the intention of stirring a
small quarrel which would
naturally have his foot soldiers
swam all over my table in
seconds. I bet he was
disappointed by the way i handled
the issue. I had just come to the
bar to escape the troubles of little
Samson for an hour or two only to
run into those petty thieves. Since
i didn’t have a ready plan for
Ikenna, i had decided to draw him
close first. I needed him to be my
friend. I was going to be as civil as
civilization itself.
Ikenna had taken my 10 whole
months after abandoning Ify. I
had been there for her doing all
sorts of works.
The only thing that would satisfy
me was that he also wasted two
times, the amount of time he took
from me.
Not that i would allow him to
come near Samson anyway unless
i left Amsterdam which i was sure
going to do in time.
The Amsterdam central police
station had a phone number and
email address on the homepage of
their website. I had gone through
it one afternoon and picked up the
emergency line and e mail
address, then i saved them on one
of my phones.
I called Ikenna and met with him
again in Amsterdamse Poort. We
had discussed about business. He
said that he had contacts of
people who traded on Heroine.
He once more, apologized for
what happened almost a year ago
when they broke into my
apartment. He told me that it was
Ify who told him that i had money
in the house. He said he never did
something like that prior to that
day and that he never did it again
after breaking into my house.
Eventually i told him that i do
receive small quantities of heroine
from Islamabad weekly. He said he
could be helping me to sell them if
i gave them to him.
First of all, i told him that if i
would be giving him my goods, i
needed to know where he lived.
He had taken me to a new place
where he lived with the new guy i
had seen with him at the bar.
After spending some minutes with
them, i memorized the house
number and left.
Before i left, i told him that Ify
was still angry with him but that i
was still working on calming her
down.
It was good He believed it.
” Every person has a
dark side. What
defines a person
with good
character is not a
spotless life of
constant kindness,
smiles and even
temperament. But
rather, it’s the
yearning to learn
from your
mistakes, applying
it, making amends
for them and
choosing not to
repeat them that
defines good
character. These
are the friends to
keep in your life
because they have
stared adversity in
the face and
became a better
person because of
it”

Chapter 37: The set up.
Heroine was not an expensive
drug; at least not as expensive as
Cocaine. It was a class B drug
produced mostly in Afghanistan,
Pakistan, Uzbekistan and other
countries of that Region. It was a
product of Opium, smuggled
mostly through the Caspian Sea
and Persian Gulf into Turkey and
some Eastern European seas.
Iranians and Turks were known to
be the major dealers of Heroin.
Heroin was not as expensive as
Cocaine. It was sold at €4/gram.
With €400, one could buy 100
grams of heroine which was
enough to land someone into
prison for the minimum of one
and half years.
The Dutch government didn’t
allow Heroine business to flow as
cocaine. The reason was political.
The United States of America were
at war with Afghan rebels known
as Talibans. The Talibans were the
major producers of Opium which
was used to produce heroine.
The Americans had accused some
countries of promoting the
Talibans by buying their drugs. As
a result, some European countries
had placed bans on products
coming out of Afghanistan.
The kingdom of Netherlands were
almost seized by the Nazi
Germany during the second World
war. It was the United States and
the allied forces that rescued the
Netherlands from Hitler. As a
result, the Dutch government
obeyed the rules set by the US.
Since the United States declared
that nobody did business with the
Talibans, the Dutch were forced to
respect the law.
I had purchased 100 grams of
opium with my €400, then i
compressed it to make it look like
it was posted to me from
Islamabad. I had purchased a
brown envelope and wrote an
address in Breda Holland as the
place the drug was posted.
Then i had called Ikenna and told
him that my goods had arrived
from Pakistan.
Ikenna had asked where we will
meet and i had told him that i will
bring the drugs to his place.
When i got to his place, we had
opened the envelop and removed
the carefully packaged heroine
from it. We had broken the
heroine in pieces and measured it.
It weighed 99.5 gram. Some dust
must have escaped while
packaging and unpacking it.
I excused myself and went to a
corner of the house where they
could hear my voice, then i made
a call to nobody.
I had switched off my phone and
said on it:
”Ugoo, the something is 99 and
half, not up to 100” i said.
I listened for some moments and
then returned to them.
”I am going. The owner said that it
is 100 grams. I am going to
convince him before we can sell it.
I will take the drugs with me
unless you want to keep it here
but don’t sell it yet” i said.
For the fear that the drugs might
not get to him again, Ikenna had
said that he will keep the drugs
with him.
As soon as i went out, I blocked
my phone and called the Police
number i find on the internet.
”Do you speak English Sir” i had
said to the Police man on the
phone.
He said he did.
”I have some information for you
about heroine. I know a man who
had imported large quantity from
Afghanistan. His home address is
No 66 **** Straffe in Gein.
”Sir, could you please tell me your
name and where you are calling
from” the silly Police man had
asked.
I cut off the line and removed the
battery, then i walked to a small
canal beside Kikenstein and threw
the phone and the simcard inside.
It wasn’t a registered phone
anyway, i believed they might not
be able to trace me but i hate
taking chances. I was a celebrity
in Amsterdam and it would be a
bad news to hear that i was
arrested for drug related offence.
I went back to Bulewijk and
carried my little baby. He had
started opening his eyes very well
and was staring at me as if to say
”I like what you just did”.
I played with him for several
minutes before he fell asleep, then
i handed him over to his mother
and walked out to the gossip bar
in Amsterdamse Poort, that was
where every news came first.
With a bottle of Guinness stout, i
waited and waited until news
came that a house had knocked in
Gein. According to the news,
police had found a bag of heroine
in the apartment and two people
were arrested. The news carrier
didn’t know the names of the
people that was arrested but they
said one of them was tall and
black with ear rings. It was
Ikenna.
Before i started the operation, i
knew that it could backfire.
Therefore i had removed
everything incriminating in the
apartment in Bulewijk. Ikenna
knew the place, he could squeal
under pressure. The police was
definitely going to ask him where
he got the drugs. The police could
also tell him that someone had
tipped them off. Ikenna, no
matter how dumb he was, could
have put one and one together
and come up with the conclusion
that i was behind the set up. For
that reason, i told Mama Samson
that i wasn’t coming to the house
for three days.
I also told her that The Police
could come to the house looking
for me.
”If they come, tell them that you
haven’t seen me for three days.
A day after the arrests, news had
it that it was a setup and tip off
from somebody. Nobody knew
who tipped the corpse off. The
police had intentionally leaked
that information. It was their
style.
Robin knew Ikenna and knew what
happened. The news had become
clearer by the following day. It
was Robin who told me that
Ikenna was arrested in Gein.
”Good for him” i had said and
walked away to the kitchen.
”There is also news that it was a
Nigerian who tipped the police
off” Robin said again.
”Have they found the person who
tipped the Police off” i asked.
”Not yet but they said Ikenna
knew the person” he said.
”Then we will have to wait until
Ikenna comes out of the Police
cell” i said.
”Comes out when, we are talking
about Heroine. He is not coming
out until atleast two years” he
said.
”Good for him. He locked me up
for Ten months. Let him stay
there for ten years for all i care” i
said.
The Way Robin looked at me
suggested that he knew i was the
snitch.
”Tell me you didn’t do this” he
said.
”Robin, did you cook anything, I
am hungry” i said.
”Oh No no” was his last words.
” A lifetime isn’t
forever, so take the
first chance, don’t
wait for the second
one! Because
sometimes, there
aren’t second
chances! And if it
turns out to be a
mistake? So what!
This is life! A
whole bunch of
mistakes! But if
you never get a
second chance at
something you
didn’t take a first
chance at? That’s
true failure”

38: YOU ARE THE SUSPECT
Chapter 38
Twenty four hours after Police
arrested Ikenna and his friend,
they visited Ify. I had prepared her
for the visit, therefore, it wasn’t a
big deal for her to handle.
The cops had asked of me, she
had told them that i didn’t live
there but rather visited from
Portugal. She had asked them
what the problem was but they
refused to tell her.
Since i warned her not to call me
unless it was an emergency, she
didn’t call me after the visit by the
police.
When i called her later that
afternoon, she told me that they
came. She also told me what she
told them. As a result, i stopped
sleeping at Bulewijk. I would visit
them during the afternoon and left
in the night.
Ikenna and his friend were never
seen in Bijlmer again. They had
just disappeared into the police
nets.
Some people started circulating
rumour that i was the snitch who
sent Ikenna to the police. Many
people didn’t believe that and
many of them were forced to ask
me. I denied having anything to do
with his disappearance.
At a stage, i heard another
rumour that some group of men
from the same area as Ikenna
were planning to set me up too.
Since the Police raid in Ikenna’s
house, i had figured out that it
was only a matter of time before
someone finds something that
would connect me to the raid.
As a matter of fact, many people
had become suspicious of my
motive when i newly started
publishing the ‘Best of Jokes’ on
the newspaper. Most of our
people in Amsterdam were
illiterates who can’t read properly
or even read at all. Some were in
the category where they could
read but couldn’t analyze or
properly understand. Some can’t
read or write at all. However few
among us could read and
comprehend as fast as machine.
It was those who couldn’t read
properly that were mostly scared
of my motives. I once heard that
they suspected that i was capable
of telling the World where they hid
their drugs. According to their
belief, nobody was supposed to do
anything else except drugs.
Ikenna’s town’s men and his
friends had organised themselves
and confronted me in
Bijlmerdreef, a major street that
stretched past the popular
Gazenhoef.
Their spokeperson, a man named
Oga Joe, had addressed me on
behalf of the group. They were
nine of them but i only knew six
very well.
”We heard that it was you who
gave Ikenna some heroine and
called the police to go and arrest
him” Oga Joe said.
I looked from one face to another
and to another but before i could
deny the allegation, one of them
said again: ”Nga enye gi oso na
obodo a” ; It loosely translated to
”I will make you run away from
this town”.
”Will you shut up Nando, who
asked you to talk” Oga Joe shouted
to the young man who threatened
to make me run away from town.
I stood in one place and watched
their drama until it was obvious
that i was expected to say
something.
”Oga Joe, i know you and i know
some of your friends here very
well. If you wish to discuss
anything important with me, i
think you should call a meeting.
We will sit down somewhere and
discuss this matter. I have heard
that rumour from someone else
and i told him that it was a lie.
Stopping me on the road is such
an immature way of handling a
delicate issue like this. If i say yes
that i did it, what are you people
going to do? Will you start beating
me here or what”? I said.
Oga Joe thanked me and asked for
my phone number. He said he will
call me soon to hear my own side
of the story.
I thanked him and left.
Nando, that was what Oga Joe
called the brat who was going to
make me run away from Bijlmer.
He was my age or thereabout. I
knew him around Bijlmer but
since he wasn’t part of my
business or pleasure group, i
didn’t know his name. However,
Oga Joe had unknowingly provided
me with that information.
I didn’t know how Nando intended
to make me run away from
Bijlmer. I wasn’t the type of
person who took such threats
lightly. Since i had crossed many
red lines and matched on many
toes, i believed totally that
someone else was capable of
doing the same.
Maybe Nando knew some bad
Suriname guys who were in the
job of hitting designated targets.
Maybe he had a gun too.
Maybe he had other unknown
plans on how to make me run
away from Amsterdam. Since i
wasn’t going to wait for him to act
first. It was better that initiate the
attack myself, it would give me
more control over the war. There
was no need telling him that he
couldn’t chase me out of Town.
The following day, Oga Joe called
me. We met in his house in
Bijlmerdreef. Three of the people
who confronted me the day before
were there, among them was
Nando.
Since i didn’t know what their plan
was, i went there with Robin and
Nduka, a friend of mine from Udi
in Enugu state.
”We called you here because of
the way you addressed us
maturely yesterday. If not, we
wanted to teach you a lesson” one
of them said.
”Ezenwa, This is not what we
agreed on before calling him. We
agreed that we will hear his own
side of the story first” Oga Joe
said.
What!
Those fools had planned to attack
me. Ezenwa had just said it
openly.
It was great that i got his name as
well.
Nduka wanted to counter what
Ezenwa said but i motioned him to
sit down and remain calm. We
were outnumbered, therefore we
didn’t need to start a physical
fight.
”You have been quiet since this
whole meeting started yesterday,
Oga ehm ehm….” i stammered as
i pointed to one of them who sat
opposite me.
I had intentionally started
stammering so that he would help
me complete his name and it
worked.
”Chigbo, my name is Chigbo” he
said.
”Oga Chigbo, i like the way you
have handled this issue on your
own side. All this people who are
interested in beating me or
chasing me away without hearing
from me are not matured to
handle issues like this. I have said
it before and i am saying it again.
I didn’t set Ikenna up. Ikenna had
been dealing with me for long
before the incident happened” i
said.
”Will you shut up” another one of
them shouted. His name was
Willie.
” People aren’t
always what you
want them to be.
Sometimes they
disappoint you or
let you down, but
you have to give
them a chance
first. You can’t just
meet someone and
expect them to be
everything you’re
looking for and
then be angry
when they’re not
every hope and
aspiration you
projected onto
them. It’s foolish
to believe that
someone will be
what you imagine
them to be. And
sometimes, when
you give them a
chance, they turn
out to be better
than you imagined.
Different, but
better”

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Erm..erm oga zubby, you would have 'pitied' ikenna small sha

weldone bro, because of u i can nw boast to 2 my friends because i nw knw more about countries in europe dan dy do, nice work bro

Kemy11: Where d hell is the op. Better come and complete what u started. I hate mmadu i mem akpili ogologo. But i dont like ur perspective about Anambra ppl.

I dont like what he wrote about Anambra people too cos i'm from anambra but unfortunately its raw truth. Most Anambrarians have this superiority complex whenever they are dealing with their fellow igbos outside igbo land mostly. They usually see themselves as more igbo than other igbo states. Even within Anambra, some towns feel they are more clever than others. My town, ozubulu, shares boundary with nnewi; we are very close and share things in common but nnewi people feel they are far more clever than us. Infact there is this old saying they coined in igbo language which they normaly use to belitle us.
So, chill bro. Zuby is on point about the anambra thing, though not everybody from anambra thinks thesame way.

This is one of the best stories here on nairaland,learnt alot from it..lots lots of lessons are been learnt from it..some people said not every1 does that in Europe Yeah we know that but we shouldn't forget some ppl dont rcv any support or funding from there parents,does dat means they should wait in naija while the rich kids(God knows how dere parents made that riches) go abroad...Really Mr ZUBY,this story is very interesting,i have been patiently waiting for the point where nnwayi oma ify becomes ur wife at least have baby for u too cos she sure deserves a second chance and ehm ehm less i forget where all dis yeye nollywood story tellers,isnt dis a perfect script for them,it almost brought tears to my eyes,i swear if Mr Zuby publish this movie i am sure gonna buy the book its so REAL and Hilarious...

Zona.com:

I dont like what he wrote about Anambra people too cos i'm from anambra but unfortunately its raw truth. Most Anambrarians have this superiority complex whenever they are dealing with their fellow igbos outside igbo land mostly. They usually see themselves as more igbo than other igbo states. Even within Anambra, some towns feel they are more clever than others. My town, ozubulu, shares boundary with nnewi; we are very close and share things in common but nnewi people feel they are far more clever than us. Infact there is this old saying they coined in igbo language which they normaly use to belitle us.
So, chill bro. Zuby is on point about the anambra thing, though not everybody from anambra thinks thesame way.

amakam ife na ozubulu bu onye iberibe na nnewi

Zona.com:

I dont like what he wrote about Anambra people too cos i'm from anambra but unfortunately its raw truth. Most Anambrarians have this superiority complex whenever they are dealing with their fellow igbos outside igbo land mostly. They usually see themselves as more igbo than other igbo states. Even within Anambra, some towns feel they are more clever than others. My town, ozubulu, shares boundary with nnewi; we are very close and share things in common but nnewi people feel they are far more clever than us. Infact there is this old saying they coined in igbo language which they normaly use to belitle us.
So, chill bro. Zuby is on point about the anambra thing, though not everybody from anambra thinks thesame way.

amakam ife na ozubulu bu onye iberibe na nnewi no be me talk am o

interesting. I must commend ur writing skills. ZUBY you the best.

Zubby the great! this is the first time i will be following a literature on nairaland this closely.you are a good writer.well articulated.i kept late nites just to ensure i read it from beggining to the end.
pls update asap.

afm4ever: amakam ife na ozubulu bu onye iberibe na nnewi :Damakam ife na ozubulu bu onye iberibe na nnewi no be me talk am o

So this has become this popular. Chei! Even Afam wey no too sabi igbo don know am

Zona.com:

So this has become this popular. Chei! Even Afam wey no too sabi igbo don know am

And you think that's the real Afam4eva

Numero uuuno:
And you think that's the real Afam4eva

Damn! I didnt notice realy. So people now impersonate even a username on an online forum? Nawa o...

Nice I tell u. A lot better

lbotus: Erm..erm oga zubby, you would have 'pitied' ikenna small sha

he had it coming..ikenna was a low lyf scumbag

39: ONE WEEK
Chapter 39.
Willie was a fat slob who couldn’t
stir himself freely from his chair.
”Allow him to talk first” shouted
Oga Joe to Willie the fat.
I continued.
”Ikenna even stole my drugs over
ten months ago and i didn’t do
anything to him. How could i call
police for him when i didn’t call
police when he stole my One Kilo
of Colombian stuff with my
money. They are things you
people didn’t know about Ikenna
and I, we knew each other long
time ago. This is the last time i
will be discussing this issue with
anybody else. I am here because i
promised Oga Joe that i will come.
If you people want me to help find
a good lawyer for Ikenna, You can
give me your phone numbers. If i
hear anything, i will let you know
first” I said and sat down again.
Nando and Ezenwa gave me their
numbers. I already had that of
Oga Joe while The fat slob didn’t
blink.
When i finished talking, i made a
mental list of the names of all of
them.
Oga Joe topped the list. He was
the oldest. Ezenwa was the second
oldest after Joe. Then Chigbo,
Willie and Nando, the one who
would conspire with either the
Dutch immigration department or
The Amsterdam guns to chase me
out of town.
When we left them, we walked
straight to a bar opposite
Gazenhoef shopping mall called
‘embassy’ and took some drinks.
The war against Ezenwa, Joe,
Nando, Chigbo and Willie had been
declared, their problem was that
they didn’t know yet but it was
their own problem.
Our society was upside down.
While i risked deportation and
went to present the problems of
Africa in far away Eindhoven, a
certain brat called Nando had the
guts to tell me that he would
chase me out of Amsterdam. I
knew he could be bluffing but
whatever ideas a man conceived
must be watched. I hated
surprises.
It was never a good idea to boast
of what you were not willing to
do.
After our drinks at the embassy, i
took a cab and drove to Bulewijk.
My little boy was growing. He had
turned into a Breast sucking
machine who wouldn’t allow Ify to
rest.
I asked Ify if the police came again
but they didn’t. I decided to sleep
with them that night. She had
complained of needing some help.
The following morning, i bought
them foodstuffs and other things
they needed, then i took a train
to Utrecht.
Before i left for Utrecht, i called
Oga Joe and told him that i was
going to see a lawyer. He didn’t
say much about it, he just asked
me to call him if i found out
anything.
There was a carnival going on in
Utrecht. Some Circus groups were
there. I needed to leave
Amsterdam for a day or two.
Utrecht was just some 30 minutes
from Amsterdam.
When i got to Utrecht, i bought
beer and sat under a tree. Then i
saw him. Nando came to Utrecht
too. I had told Joe that I was going
to see a lawyer. Nando was with
another guy whom i didn’t know.
They spotted me and came to the
tree where i sat alone.
”All those things that you told us
were lies. It was you who set
Ikenna up. Your luck is that Oga
Joe told us to give you one week.
After the one week,
If you don’t show us where Ikenna
is, Amsterdam will not contain all
of us. Wawa boy, you want to
claim tough” Ikenna said.
They were standing directly
opposite me, blocking me from
Checking out one beautiful girl i
had been admiring.
”Mr Man, you are blocking my
view. Let us wait until the one
week is over” I said.
He was tempted to drag me up
and beat me but Police were seen
walking around the place.
They eventually left me and
walked away.
One week huh!
I had been given one week behind
my back to find Ikenna or admit
that i set him up Or face whatever
they planned to do to me.
The following day was the meeting
of the Enugu people in
Amsterdam. I went to the
meeting.
Before the meeting was over, i
told them that some people were
threatening me. I gave their
names as Oga Joe, Chigbo, Nando,
Willie and Ezenwa. They were all
well known in Bijlmer. I told them
that i had been given one week to
provide Ikenna or face whatever
they planned for me.
The Enugu Chairman, Mr Billy,
assured me that nothing would
happen. He promised to meet
with Joe before the next weekend.
Some other members of the
Enugu meeting also assured me
not to be afraid of them.
It was true that i had reported the
four to the Enugu people but i
wasn’t going to wait for anybody. I
had done that just to make sure
some people were behind me if
my plan backfired. I also doubted
if whatever plan i would eventually
come up with, will backfire.
Bijlmer was small. I already knew
where Oga Joe lived. I needed to
track down the other people.
The day after reporting them to
the meeting, i started the tracking
game. First on the list was Nando.
He seemed to be the most
aggressive among them.
There was a daily mobile market
in Bijlmer. Things were usually
sold very cheap in the market. The
market usually moved from one
place to another daily. On
Monday, they traded in Krainest
metro station, Tuesdays were in
Amsterdamse poort, Wednesdays
were in Gein. On Thursdays, they
would return to Krainest. They
moved around daily. That was
where most Nigerians bought
their foodstuffs.
On the Monday after the meeting,
i sat across the Krainest metro
watching the entrance of the
market. I was with Nduka, the
dread haired friend of mine. We
had waited patiently for hours
until we spotted Nando and the
fat Willie. They had entered the
Market and bought things. When
they came out, we hired a Snoda
to follow them. Nando lived in a
large house near Amsterdamse
Poort while Joe lived in
Venserpolder.
The cab they took dropped off
Nando first. We watched him
entered the house, then we
followed the cab down to
Venserpolder where we Watched
Joe entered.
It remained two. I saw Ezenwa on
the following Tuesday at
Gazenhoef. He had purchased
some foodstuff at the Ada-Ide
shop and walked towards a house
called Gooioord. I followed him on
foot until i watched him entered
the house, then i drove to Bulewijk
to see my Family.
As i carried little Samson and
kissed him, Ify knew that
something was going to happen.
” The only point in
having enemies is
so you can defeat
them, kill them,
brush them aside.”
“Or give them a
chance to redeem
themselves”

Chapter 40: Take care of him.
”You just returned and carried
Samson without even talking to
me, i hope everything is alright”
Ify had said.
”I have told you to stop living on
the edge. Stop scrutinizing every
action i take. Nothing is wrong,
relax” i said.
She didn’t believe me. She knew
that i was acting weird. I usually
washed my hand and asked for
food before carrying little Sammy
but i had just busted into their
Room and picked him up without
saying a word.
As i looked into his eyes, i got
assurance that the spirit of the
little boy would stay with me
throughout whatever that was
going to happen between me and
the Four uncordinated thugs. I
knew that i was going to start the
war against them before they even
knew it.
In wars, casualties were required
from both sides. Since i didn’t
know how i was going to end up, i
needed to carry my baby once
more. I needed to have a fond
memory of him before i start the
fight.
After eating the yam Ify cooked, i
took a Shower and slept.
The following morning, i went up
to the bus station and bought a
one way bus ticket to Portugal.
I also waited for buses coming to
Amsterdam from the Iberia
Peninsula (Spain and Portugal).
After over an hour of waiting, the
bus from Portugal arrived. I
watched as the people alighted,
then i approached an Angolan
man who had come with the bus.
”Do you speak English Sir” i asked
him.
He nodded.
I told him that i live in Portugal
but had been in Amsterdam for
weeks. He asked how he was
connected to that.
”I need your ticket. The one you
used in coming here. I need it
because i will spend another one
month here. I told him that i
needed to present it to the cops if
they controlled me.
We were still talking when i saw a
woman dropped her own ticket on
the ground, then i rushed and
picked it up.
”Don’t worry sir, this one will do” i
said to him as i smiled and walked
away.
The duplicate ticket had a name
on it. It was the name of the
woman who dropped it. Since the
ticket was the duplicate, it was
easy to strike out the names with
dirt. That was what i did as soon
as i returned to Amsterdam.
That night, i slept in Krainest with
Robin. I didn’t talk to him for the
entire night. He knew that i was
up to something. He was at the
meeting when i complained about
those four people. He had tried to
assure me that they were making
empty threats but i wasn’t
interested in discussing anything
with him. I didn’t want anybody to
talk me down from taking actions.
I wasn’t going to wait and see if
they would do something or not. I
needed to act first and that was
exactly what i was going to do.
The following morning, i bought a
new simcard and phone. Then i
went to Madam’s house in Weesp.
Madam was a Dutch woman who
used Cocaine. I had met with her
in the man-made beach in
Gasperdam. She had approached
me and asked if I knew where she
could be getting small quantities
of raw cocaine. I had told her that
i could be getting it for her. As a
result, we had started Trading.
She didn’t buy much. She bought
the maximum of 20 grams at a
time. At a stage, i encouraged her
to start selling to some other
people around Weesp which she
did. She had increased from 20 to
50 grams. Small monies were
coming out from her angle
occasionally.
On that day, i had called her and
told her that i wanted to visit. She
said she still had some stuff but i
told her that it was for another
business.
She had instead opted that we
meet at a different place in
Weesp. She was scared i could be
coming with the Police.
”Madam, i need you to do
something for me. Some People
took my documents last week. I
can not come to Give you stuff
here again if i don’t get the papers
back. I am going to meet with
them tomorrow afternoon. I want
you to call the police and give
them this address when i beeped
your phone. As from 12pm,
tomorrow, stay with your phone.
If you see my beep on your
phone, use this phone to call the
police. Speak Dutch to them and
tell them that some thieves are
breaking the doors of your
neighbours’ apartment. They will
ask for the address. Call this
address to them. If they ask for
your name, tell them a fake name
and then hang up” i said as i
handed the new Nokia torch and a
piece of paper containing Oga
Joe’s apartment address.
When i finished, she totally
understood me. She was
suspicious initially but after
listening to me, she knew that
there was no way she could be
implicated. She wasn’t going to
make the call with her phone. She
didn’t live near the address i had
given her. She was also going to
find a new supplier if she didn’t do
what i asked her to do.
That Night, i called Oga Joe. He
wanted us to meet that night but i
told him that i was out of town.
”We will meet tomorrow
afternoon. The lawyer called me
now and told me to come to his
office in the morning. After visiting
him, i will come and tell you what
he said” i said and hung up.
I called Nando. He didn’t have my
number. He had asked who it was
but when i told him it was me, he
started ranting.
I told him that the lawyer had
found where Ikenna was taken and
that he wanted me to come the
next day. I told him to meet me in
Joe’s house by 12pm the next day.
I called Ezenwa too. He said he
would come.
I didn’t have the number of the fat
Slob called Willie. I called Oga Joe
back and told him to tell others. I
didn’t tell him that i already called
them, i wanted him to call them
as well.
By 12pm, the next day, i was
already in Oga Joe’s house. I went
there with my Portuguese resident
permit and the tickets i got from
the station. I had slightly washed
the ticket i got from the woman so
that nobody can read the names
on it.
Right there in Joe’s house were:
Joe himself, Ezenwa, Willie, Nando,
Chigbo and three people whom i
didn’t know.
I beeped Madam twice as soon as
i sat down.
”Why the crowd Joe”? I asked.
”You told me to call others” he
said”
”I meant Nando, Willie and
Ezenwa” i said.
One of the new guys named
Clement got up and slapped me.
” Tact is the ability to
describe others as
they see
themselves”

Those that feel bored over this story will likely give testimonies when/if they read from the begining ..."THERE AND BACK ON TIME"

www.nairaland.com/1333913/there-back-time/1#1333913.4250

N/B One must possess the quality of perseverance in other to sail through all the pages ...bt I can assure you its gonna be one lovely ride !

Bertadayz: Those that feel bored over this story will likely give testimonies when/if they read from the begining ..."THERE AND BACK ON TIME"

www.nairaland.com/1333913/there-back-time/1#1333913.4250

N/B One must possess the quality of perseverance in other to sail through all the pages ...bt I can assure you its gonna be one lovely ride !

Or better still on globalruns.com, no comments to distract you there

Oga Zuby thanks ooo,na u biko i don read upto episode 43 on globalruns site na hin make sense past,why i come dey stay here dey refresh refresh?...I beg try update 44 to 100 this week o lol

Sugarbabe_kemi@:
Seriously wat pple can do for money, I'm definitely followin! Good write up, thumbs up!

Probably bcuz u've gat daily bread before u evrymonin, probably bcuz ur parents re still alive, probably bcuz ur parents still feed u or probably de re rich or even fall above d lower class, probably bcuz u graduated nd got a 15k per month job or a 1mil per month job, probably bcuz u have money to buy a fone dat browses nd chat nairaland etc probably bcuz life havnt dealt with u dats why you say "what pple can do for money". If Zuby culd feed himself nt even necessary his family he wuldnt have left nigeria at d first place. U dont know Wat some pple had faced nd finally made d decision to leave dis earthly hell called nigeria. If our government cant solve d problems of d country den y re de der? We re rich in crude oil, mineral resources and agriculture but yet we re still a 3rd world nation. The money in our treasury can be share 1mil to evry nigerian cituzen home nd abroad nd it wil be left to feed another 3rd world nation but see us today, 70% of ctizens live below 1$ per day (UN data 2012). Its only for sambo to build home resident worth 16bil nd banquent hall worth 2bil (Last yrs projects alone). Its Tru we hardly protest our government since we know we might get shot, we sit nd watch nd those who cant sit nd watch leave to find solace in oda nations. Pple even "trek" to europe in search for a better life and yes dat Wat pple can do to acquire wat de deserve as human, to feed. U love d story so read and contribute. If u cant its ok but dont say words which might be provocative sweetheart.

Front seater @Zuby we at your back brother.

Obidike jr.:


Probably bcuz u've gat daily bread before u evrymonin, probably bcuz ur parents re still alive, probably bcuz ur parents still feed u or probably de re rich or even fall above d lower class, probably bcuz u graduated nd got a 15k per month job or a 1mil per month job, probably bcuz u have money to buy a fone dat browses nd chat nairaland etc probably bcuz life havnt dealt with u dats why you say "what pple can do for money". If Zuby culd feed himself nt even necessary his family he wuldnt have left nigeria at d first place. U dont know Wat some pple had faced nd finally made d decision to leave dis earthly hell called nigeria. If our government cant solve d problems of d country den y re de der? We re rich in crude oil, mineral resources and agriculture but yet we re still a 3rd world nation. The money in our treasury can be share 1mil to evry nigerian cituzen home nd abroad nd it wil be left to feed another 3rd world nation but see us today, 70% of ctizens live below 1$ per day (UN data 2012). Its only for sambo to build home resident worth 16bil nd banquent hall worth 2bil (Last yrs projects alone). Its Tru we hardly protest our government since we know we might get shot, we sit nd watch nd those who cant sit nd watch leave to find solace in oda nations. Pple even "trek" to europe in search for a better life and yes dat Wat pple can do to acquire wat de deserve as human, to feed. U love d story so read and contribute. If u cant its ok but dont say words which might be provocative sweetheart.

Front seater @Zuby we at your back brother.

in essence what are u pinpointing?zuby's experience are justified and excusable?

majalisa: in essence what are u pinpointing?zuby's experience are justified and excusable?

You've probably become so emotional because of the way he told his story, if he had ended his story saying he is now a billionaire you wouldn't have asked is Zuby's experience justified and excusable? instead you would have said Obidike jr. you're right and now see he is a billionaire. Tru or false? My friend if Zuby had something else to do in dis country he wuldnt have ever left. He cant pick up gun to rob or kill to forcefully collect someone's else sweat d way robbers do. instead He choosed to face the reality of life head on. If u had an option to rob pple's sweat and to go hustle for your own livelihood in the europe like Zuby Wat wuld u have done? eh brother?
Even if its not justified or excusable they are times things get so bad we have just a way e.g in zuby's case europe or maybe two ways e.g steal or europe.
You think life is good for robbers and den de still steal? Brotherly the society has told them that there's no other way but to rob. some pple say robbers are lazy pple who cant work, lemme tell u if u tink robbing is lazy go try it tonight. if those pple can rack their brains to devise means to counter the popo who tel you they cant also rack their brains to create apps like facebook? if they can wake up at midnight to steal who told u de can't wake up by 7am to go to work? de society made dem to be wer de re am nt justifing them they selfish and bad, de society made Zuby went to europe since he wasn't and can never be a robber. I will prefer for thief to face it head on in europe than steal what? other pple sweat that's wicked. now in essence am telling you he's leaving nigeria wasn't bad, he had no option. ok? thank you.

Obidike jr.:


You've probably become so emotional because of the way he told his story, if he had ended his story saying he is now a billionaire you wouldn't have asked is Zuby's experience justified and excusable? instead you would have said Obidike jr. you're right and now see he is a billionaire. Tru or false? My friend if Zuby had something else to do in dis country he wuldnt have ever left. He cant pick up gun to rob or kill to forcefully collect someone's else sweat d way robbers do. instead He choosed to face the reality of life head on. If u had an option to rob pple's sweat and to go hustle for your own livelihood in the europe like Zuby Wat wuld u have done? eh brother?
Even if its not justified or excusable they are times things get so bad we have just a way e.g in zuby's case europe or maybe two ways e.g steal or europe.
You think life is good for robbers and den de still steal? Brotherly the society has told them that there's no other way but to rob. some pple say robbers are lazy pple who cant work, lemme tell u if u tink robbing is lazy go try it tonight. if those pple can rack their brains to devise means to counter the popo who tel you they cant also rack their brains to create apps like facebook? if they can wake up at midnight to steal who told u de can't wake up by 7am to go to work? de society made dem to be wer de re am nt justifing them they selfish and bad, de society made Zuby went to europe since he wasn't and can never be a robber. I will prefer for thief to face it head on in europe than steal what? other pple sweat that's wicked. now in essence am telling you he's leaving nigeria wasn't bad, he had no option. ok? thank you.

He had an option, and he still has an option. We all have the right to choose between right and wrong, left and right . Life is simple but not easy. Nigeria is a school of hard knocks and if you wait for the so called society to build your character, kill your positive inspiration and drown you with the mentality of get rich or die trying, the same mentality is killing the youths today,the same mentality of making it in a hurry. Education or commerce in Europe would have been a better option . People work and pay their way through school and they turn out good,the brilliant ones are retained in the European society and the average and non successful ones are sent back home. The legal traders here make their living and are big men and women home and abroad .
Life is a choice, Choose wisely!