oga zuby welcome bak. Ride on, I day follow u bcus ur head day there.

wonderful write-up. Its like reading a Sydney Shelldon book.

Chapter 47: Plan B
Before Emeka could let out a
scream, Ricardo held his mouth
tightly and muffled the sounds
from coming out.
”I asked if you know me and not
where you see me. If you try to
give me another silly or dumb
answer, i will try your head next. I
don’t care if you die here or not” i
said.
”Brother please, i will tell you
everything. It was not me, it was
Mr Clement who sent us to you.
He wanted us to beat you. We
followed you for many days before
we tracked you down to the
Gasperdam lake” Emeka said.
”I have not asked who sent you or
why, i have just asked if you know
me, although your statement
helped. But i want us to do this
one after the other. Who is your
second at the lake”? I said.
”His name is Jamal, he said he is
from Algeria. We smoke weeds
together at the coffee shop inside
the canal near the Amsterdam
central station. That is where i
met him” he said amidst sobs.
”I want to know where he lives. If
you give me the address, you will
leave this place alive but if you
don’t, i am sorry i can’t help you”.
I said.
He said he didn’t know where
Jamal lived but said he could give
me his phone number and tell me
how to track him down.
”Well, i am going to lock you up
here and gag your mouth with
cloths and tapes until i find Jamal.
By the way, since Clement only
asked you to beat me, why did
you push me inside the water to
drown and die”? I asked.
He started crying.
As always, it was the handiwork of
the devil. The devil had
manipulated him to push me
inside the cold water where i
could have died.
”Where are you from”? I asked.
He said he was from Onicha-Ugbo
in Delta State.
He was apparently of Igbo Origin.
”Do you have brothers and Sisters
and Parents”? I asked him.
He nodded.
I want you to call your mother
now and tell her that your
girlfriend will call her in the
morning and talk with her. Tell
her that your girlfriend lives in
Onitsha and that you met her on
the internet. Tell her that she will
call her later tonight and speak
with her. Remember, if you say
one silly thing, you die. I am not
going to do anything to your
mother Emeka. I only want to
know your village and compound.
That is the only way i am going to
make sure that you won’t try
anything on me again if i let you
go; you can see its for your own
good” i said.
I gave him his phone and he called
the mother. He told her that the
girl she wanted to marry will call
her and will possibly visit her the
following morning.
The woman, as would many other
mothers, was happy that his son
was going to bring a wife home.
Right inside the warehouse, i
called Evelyn in Onitsha and told
her what to do.
I lied to Evelyn that the woman
she was going to visit in the
morning had been disturbing his
son Emeka to get married.
”I will send you some money in
the morning. Give the woman
N5000 and use the rest for
transport” i had told Evelyn.
She was happy that she was going
to get some pocket money. She
was my cousin wo depended on
me for her school fees.
”What if i had died inside the
water you pushed me into, would
you have told my people”? I
suddenly asked Emeka.
”You can’t die like that, the water
is not too deep” he said.
I hit his head with the log of wood
i was holding.
As usual, he was stopped from
crying out.
”You are going to remain here
until your wife return from visiting
your mother tomorrow. I may
release you and go after Jamal
alone, if you leak any information
to him, i will capture you again” i
said.
He swore never to tell Jamal
anything if i allowed him to go.
Right inside the warehouse, i knew
that i had just kidnapped
someone. It was a major offence
everywhere in the World. It was
something that could easily land
me in prison for a long time but
whatever risk i was taking was
minor compared to the fact that i
could have drowned in Gasperdam
lake.
There were things that fortified
our nerves whenever we
witnessed them. Pushing me
down into a lake was a near death
experience. I could have hit my
head on the metal rail that ran
down to the water, which could
have in turn, rendered me
unconscious. There was no way i
could have been able to swim or
survive if i had been unconscious.
And there was the lunatic called
Emeka who sat in front of me,
telling me that i could not have
died.
At about 12pm, we gagged
Emeka’s mouth with a piece of
cloth and tied his legs to the chair
he was sitting. His hands were
also tied in front of him. The
Surinames wanted to tie his hands
at his back but i took pity on him.
Dennis left with his gun around
1:25am while i stretched myself
on top of a long refrigerator.
Sleeping was out of question since
our victim could have started
anything anytime. At around 4am,
i got up and sipped from the
bottle of Hennessy sitting on the
floor.
”Emeka, we will stay here until the
afternoon of today” i said to him
after swallowing the hot liquid
from the bottle of Hennessy.
”Like i warned you earlier, if you
try anything, i will hit your head
with this big metal on the floor
and you could die instantly. You
know how African deaths are
treated in this Country. The Dutch
government won’t care as long as
you cannot come to defend
yourself in court. The worst that
could happen to me is three
months prison term and
deportation from here. Therefore,
i am going to warn you one last
time. Stay quiet especially if you
hear any noise outside. I have
people who are monitoring the
movements of people outside and
they will be walking past here
from morning to afternoon. Do
you understand” i said.
He nodded and remained calm.
As a result of his obedience, i
removed the cloth in his mouth
and allowed him to breathe
heavily.
Around 8am, Dennis came with
some food. They all ate except
me. The food was some Suriname
junk which i wasn’t interested in
eating.
Apparently they had to do
something since i had given €500
to Ricardo for their services. I had
also promised to give them
another €500 for each day that i
used his warehouse for my
operations.
” War is nothing
more than
organized insanity.
That’s why crazy
and unexpected
tactics work most
of the time. When
they don’t, we
won’t live to tell
about it”

Hello zubby,


Please, i didn't see the concluding part of your previous thread 'There And Back on Time'

Where can i read it.

Thanks.

Manweysabi: Hello zubby,


Please, i didn't see the concluding part of your previous thread 'There And Back on Time'

Where can i read it.

Thanks.

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Season 4.

Chapter 48.
When i returned back to the
warehouse from where i had gone
to send some money to Evelyn for
her transportation and other
expenses to Onicha-Ugbo, Ricardo
and Dennis were still there. They
had moved Emeka to the back of
the warehouse and blocked him
with four large freezers.
They explained to me that they
needed to open the door of the
warehouse to avoid suspicion
from people who usually see the
door open.
I understood.
I had sent €100 to Evelyn and told
her to go straight from the Bank
where she received the money to
Emeka’s village.
I had told her to give N5000 to the
woman she was going to visit.
”Emeka, Your mother could call
you anytime. It could be that your
wife had located her. If she calls,
tell her the necessary things she
need to hear. Like i told you, i
want to know your place so that
you won’t do anything after this
ordeal. I am going to give my
people instructions in Nigeria, to
locate your place and burn
everything in it including humans,
if they didn’t head from me at
three days intervals. You see, you
put yourself in this situation. I
don’t know what Clement gave you
and what he told you but pushing
me into a lake to die was extreme.
It is unpardonable” i said to our
captive.
From my wallet, i produced
another €500 and gave it to
Ricardo. I needed to make him
understand that we were still
together.
He was all smiles after receiving
the money. Things were very hard
in Amsterdam and the entire
Europe. €1000 was such a big
money especially if you had no
serious work that gives you money
constantly.
At 10:20am, Evelyn called. She
had located her mother in-law and
they were getting along pretty
well. She had answered some
questions and had given some
money to the woman.
She had also managed to meet
with two of Emeka’s siblings. They
had exchanged numbers too.
She did very well. I felt a little
guilty sending her to that kind of
dangerous errand but someone
was going to do it for me.
”Evelyn, the guy you visited his
mother tried to kill me here but i
survived. I have him now and that
is why i sent you to locate his
place. When you get back to
Onitsha, call Kapito, Awilo, Chiko,
Chuks and Umunede. Tell them
what happened. Take them to
Onicha-Ugbo and stay around the
place you visited. Don’t show your
faces in public places. If i call you,
i will tell you what to do. If i don’t
call every 30 minutes, call me. If i
don’t answer, pick the woman up
and tell her that you returned to
take her to Onitsha and show her
the house Emeka bought there,
she will follow you” i said to
Evelyn on the phone after she left
Onicha-Ugbo.
”Now that we have settled the
village matter, it is time to call
Jamal. I am going to remove every
rope that tied you to the chair. I
will also give you your phone. If
you try anything funny, your
mother and siblings dies” i said to
Emeka.
I removed the ropes on Emeka
and gave him his phone.
”Call and tell Jamal to meet you in
Bijlmer. I will allow you to meet
him at the bus stop” i said.
I called Ricardo aside and told him
to tell Dennis to go and hide the
gun somewhere.
I walked with Emeka slowly to the
front of the Kempering building.
There was an Afroshop owned by
a Nigerian there. We got into the
shop and bought recharge cards,
then we stepped outside and
called Jamal.
Jamal said he would be in
Amsterdam Zuid-Ost (South East)
in an hour.
Amsterdam South East was where
Bijlmer was located.
As we waited at a cybercafe
opposite the bus stop, i lectured
Emeka on what to do when Jamal
arrives.
”You can see that i am not a killer
Emeka. You people started this
nonsense and that is why we are
doing this. I am not going to do
anything to Jamal. I just want to
see and know his face so that i
could be careful with him in the
future. Therefore when he comes
here, tell him that you bought a
fridge at the warehouse which you
wanted him to help you carry out
to the road. He may be angry that
you brought him to Bijlmer
because of such small reason.
Remember to be apologetic.
Remember also that one wrong
move could be dangerous for your
people down home. I don’t care if
i die or not” i said.
Emeka pleaded with me to forgive
his actions. According to him, he
didn’t know things would escalate
to that level. They were only sent
to ruffle me up but they saw an
easy opportunity when they saw
me sitting on the edge of the
water.
”I am not like that. This man even
gave us just €300. Now see what i
have gotten into because of such
small money” he had said.
”You mean i was supposed to die
because of just €300”? I asked
him.
He didn’t say anything.
As i reflected on his latest
revelation, i came to the
conclusion that the lives of
humans were only hanging on
threads.
It was so ridiculous and shameful
to die because of €300 after
everything i had gone through in
life.
I didn’t die for deals worth
Thousands of Euros i had done. I
didn’t die for the Chase by a
connected Madam Grace in
Portugal. I didn’t die when the
Okada group nearly lynched me in
Lagos. I didn’t die when the Nazi
skinheads and the Arabs were
after me in Germany. I didn’t die
when i was nearly caught at the
Cathedral in Abdijan Ivory coast.
No, i couldn’t just die because of
€300.
It was the crab that blamed
himself after swimming across the
ocean and ending up in an old
woman’s pot of soup.
After reporting Clement to the
Enugu meeting, they had
confronted and warned him but it
seemed that the warning escaped
from his ears.
Since he wanted violence, there
was no need to report him to
anybody anymore. It was time to
take the laws into my hands and
do what i loved doing; Revenge.
Emeka and I waited patiently for
Jamal until he showed up, then
Emeka approached him and
convinced him to follow him to
the warehouse. I walked about
100 meters behind them, making
sure that they didn’t see me.
They got to the warehouse where
Ricardo and Dennis were working
on a damaged Computer CPU.
I had warned them to hide the
gun and every incriminating object
in the warehouse.
”Are you Jamal”

@zubby i have read 100 page in the part 1.
am suprised that those following,did not join here...its sad...there is still over 30 pages to read...i might yet find out why...


i cant wait to see what you did to the alayes...and how you regained your 11450 naira from them...this is just brilliant

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@ Zubby; Nice write -up!!!!

Chapter 49
The startled Young man looked
back.
”Yes, i am Jamal. Who are you” he
said.
Obviously he didn’t know me. The
job of beating me up had been
contracted to Emeka who in turn,
contacted Jamal to help out.
”I saw you at the bus stop and
recognized your face as one of the
people who pushed me into the
Gasperdam. I recognized this
Jacket you are wearing” i said as i
pointed to his ‘Harley Davidson’
jacket.
”My friend, i don’t know what you
are talking about. I am not the
only person who own this kind of
Jacket” he said.
Whoosaa! A big slap flashed across
Jamal’s face. It was from Ricardo.
He staggered back and forth and
stood in one place.
Dennis had come out to the front
of the house pretending to be
calming things down.
”I am going to ask you a question
Jamal. Why did you push me
inside the water to die” i asked.
”I didn’t push you inside the
water, my friend here pushed you
inside the water. I have told him
that what he did was not good. I
also told him that we should go
back and help you out of the cold
water but he said that he didn’t
want you to see his face” Jamal
said.
He was obviously saying the truth.
The Arabs usually cracked under
pressure. Emeka was there and he
didn’t deny.
Jamal also said that he didn’t know
why Emeka wanted to beat me.
According to him, Emeka just gave
him €50 and told him that he
wanted to ruffle me up.
”I followed him but when we got
to the lake, he pushed you from
the back and told me to run”
”You Know Jamal, i believe you.
Therefore i am going to let you go.
I want the €50 you collected from
Emeka. We need to return it to a
man who had sent Emeka to kill
me” i said.
Jamal fumbled shaky hands in his
wallet and gave me €50.
I told him to leave Bijlmer and
never come back if he wanted to
live. He walked fast out of the
garage and disappeared. I and
Emeka walked out of the garage as
well.
”I need the money Clement gave
you, the remaining €250” i said to
Emeka.
He didn’t have the money with
him but asked me to follow him to
his house. We stopped a Snoda
and drove to his place.
He gave me the money and told
me to please call off my people
from his home village in Delta
State.
The visit of Maria had made me
lose concentration on the Clement
issues. I didn’t know that he could
go to the extent of bribing petty
thugs to beat me up or even kill
me.
I placed a call to Evelyn and told
her to take her squad and leave
Delta State. Onicha-ugbo to
Onitsha was not far. I promised to
send her some money the
following day to take care of the
squad she took to Delta State.
They were all my foot soldiers but
to maintain them, i usually send
the minimum of €100 every month
which was a large sum of money
then in Nigeria.
At the end of the day, i had
cleared my problems with Jamal
and Emeka. I had gotten all the
information i needed from them.
As i suspected, it was Clement
who sent them. Due to the visit of
Maria, i had taken my mind off
Clement but as it stood, it was
time to go after him.
When i left Emeka, i drove back to
Billy. Billy was the Chairman of the
Enugu meeting in Amsterdam. I
had previously reported Clement
to him and i believed he
confronted him but based on what
happened at the Gasperdam, it
was obvious that Mr Clement
didn’t heed the warning, advice or
suggestion Billy gave him. He had
decided to attack me by sending
petty thieves who had no hope of
returning to their countries, to
come after me.
Since Maria had left back to
Napoli, i had every time i needed
in the World to concentrate on
how to attack Clement and protect
myself.
I had taken my eyes off the ball
and the result was that i almost
got killed. It was so unlike me.
Clement had given me some signs
that he was after me. I should
have done the things i knew how
to do best which was to initiate
attack before my enemies. The
little relapse in calculation,
coupled with the fact with the
days i spent with Maria had
caused the major scare.
It was luck that saw me got out of
the waters alive. It was a pretty
cold water which could have even
killed me.
I had had to live with the soaked
clothes until i got home.
Pat was living in my room
throughout the entire period i
spent with Emeka and Jamal at the
warehouse. She could have
returned to wherever she lived
but i feared that she could open
her mouth anyhow after smoking
marijuana in the city. As a result, i
gave her enough money to buy a
bottle of Hennessy and some
weeds, then stay in my apartment.
I had also warned her not to
reveal anything to Robin.
Robin believed that i was staying
with Ify and Samson. It was the
reason why he didn’t ask why i left
someone in my room alone.
I had also stopped dealing on
drugs because the environment
had become a little hostile for me.
My war with the people of Nando
had gone viral. People had
become scared of dealing with me
due to the fear that i was
unpredictable. I didn’t care much
anyway since my little investment
with Robin was yielding enough
money to pay for the house rents
and take good care of my family in
Bulewijk.
I had also saved a lot of money
which i had sent home to be paid
into my diamondbank account.
At a stage, i felt that it was time to
sneak out of Holland and visit
somewhere else for a few days or
even weeks. It was the top of my
priorities until Clement sent his
thugs to deal with me.
Anger had wiped away my
thoughts of leaving Holland. It
would have been very difficult for
me to live with myself if i didn’t do
anything about Clement.
As i sat in my room, i brought out
my phone and typed in some of
the things i was going to do.
First on the list was to find a way
to send Ify and Samson out of
Amsterdam. After that i will locate
Clement and teach him how to
beat an enemy. Then after that, i
will leave Holland to allow the
dust to settle before returning to
Amsterdam.
The list contained the possible
destinations where Ify was going
and where i was running to after
hitting Clement.
Paris, Rome and Napoli were my
three top destinations.
” You’re a clever
strategist, but not
all battles require
tricks. Sometimes
the simplest way to
kill something is to
swim up to it and
bite it in half”

Chapter 50.
I accidentally met Maria at the
Kwakoe festival. She had come for
business as she said.
We had visited Ify and Samson,
then African Kitchen before leaving
for Red Light district that Night,
we eventually ended up at the
Sinners night club.
RedLight District of Amsterdam is
the largest prostitution hub in the
World. It was situated near the
Amsterdam Central station.
The district was specially created
for sex workers. There were
thousands of shops/rooms where
the prostitutes rented and paid to
the government of Netherlands.
There were sections for every
known races and sub races on
planet Earth. There were Negros,
Caucausians, Neanderthals and
every other known races.
Among the Negros were mostly,
the Caribbean and South
Americans.
There were sections for male
prostitutes who had somehow
managed to turn themselves into
female species of humanity. As i
learnt, some used dangerous
operations to cut off their penis
and create vaginal holes to make
them look like ladies.
There were also lesbians’ and
homosexual sections. There were
sex museums where one can go
and see all kinds of sex
equipments. There were sex shops
in every corner of red light where
one can buy anything ranging
from condom to vibrator, viagra
and sex enhancement balms.
Rumour had it that the district
was created to reduce women
rapes in Holland.
People trooped from all over
Europe to Redlight for sex and
smokes.
I had taken Maria to Redlight so
that she could understand how
sex was being regulated in
Amsterdam. She was intrigued by
what she saw.
Men and women showcased
themselves inside glass doors and
rooms decorated with neon lights.
The deceptive lights were capable
of turning an ugly girl into a
beautiful one all in an effort to
convince their customers. Police
could be seen walking all over the
place making sure that people
behaved.
As it was, men would bring their
girlfriends and wives to work at
the redlight for money. The men
would leave their partners and
return to pick them up later in the
night.
The redlight district of Amsterdam
was the opposite of everything i
learnt about sex as a kid.
Back then in Africa, we were told
that sex before marriage was sin
before God. We were told that if
we looked at a beautiful woman
with lust, we would go to a hell
where the fire never stopped
burning. We were brought up to
believe that sex was meant for
people who were married in the
Church.
But right there in Redlight, i saw
things differently. I saw men
bringing their wives to sleep with
other men for money. I saw men
sitting outside the door listening
and watching while other men
slept with their wives.
I took Maria to a section where
we paid €5 each and watch people
having live sex.
Right there at the Amsterdam
Redlight, the Biblical story of
Sodom and Gomorah came to my
mind.
Sodom and Gomorah were two
cities that indulged in illegitimate
sex according to the Bible. God in
Heaven had punished them by
sending fire from the sky. Whether
it really
Happened or was just coined
together to scare us was still
unknown to me. According to the
Church, it was actually those
white people who brought their
Religion to us. They brought the
Religion together with so many
other things including schools.
While schools and education in
General dealt on facts, Religion
remained a myth.
While Science developed with
time, Religion remained stagnant.
According to history, The Catholics
were the first to show up. Their
ideologies and rules forbade
women from wearing trousers or
leaving their hairs open inside
churches. It remained that way
forever until some modern
Churches took advantage of the
situation and allowed women to
show up at their own Churches
with trousers and open hairs.
In Nigerian and Blackman context,
women generally preferred their
beautifully made hairs to be seen
rather than covered even in the
Churches. Half of the Nigerian
women went to the Church to
show off clothes and hairstyles.
Maria whom i believed, was a
prostitute in Italy was surprised
at what she saw in Amsterdam
redlight district.
At a stage, she called me and said
that it was time to go.
We had walked down to the
sinners nightclub and drank until
it was 4am, then we took the
official taxi and drove down to
Bijlmer.
Maria and I ended up in my
Krainest Apartment. I had hoped
that she would leave for Napoli in
a day or two but she didn’t. She
said she wanted to spend a week
or two with me.
I was alerted because she could
have something else up her
sleeves.
I would go out alone and return in
the evening but at a stage, she
started going out with me.
Rumour started flying here and
there. Ify got the news that Maria
was still in Amsterdam. She had
called me one day and confronted
me with the issue.
She accused me of sleeping with
Maria which i had no intention of
denying. She was right. I was
sleeping with Maria since there
was only one bed in my room. We
had managed to start having sex
again but i was careful to use
condoms at all times.
”Why are you doing this to us” Ify
had shouted at me. She was
crying.
I kept quiet and allowed her to cry
to the fullest before i said:
”I was thinking that i owned
myself. Now i know i belong to
you Ifeyinwa. I understand why
you are crying. The only thing i
can promise you is that i won’t
allow two of you to lack anything
or suffer here but you don’t have
to dictate my life for me”.
She was surprised to hear that
from me and had started crying
again. It was the major reason
why i had decided to send them
out of Holland. I needed them to
go to Dublin or any city in
England. It was going to be
difficult since the entire United
Kingdom was an Island. But
”where there is a will, there is
always a way”. I was going to try.
”Its Ok Ify, stop crying. I will send
her away in a few days” i had said
and left them.
On my way back to Krainest, i had
considered the easiest way to tell
Maria to leave. She had said she
would spend a week or two but at
that stage, she had just spent five
days.
” It is not for us to
calculate our
victory or fear our
defeat, but to do
our duty and leave
the rest in God’s
hands”

Chapter 51: Fear.
When i got home, I told Maria
what had happened between me
and Ify. She handled the matter
maturely. She told me that she
would feel the same way if she
was Ify but also said that she
won’t be leaving Amsterdam
because Ify wanted her to leave.
Life between Ify, Maria and I had
continued. As a result of the little
dispute between Ify and Maria, i
had taken my mind away from
Clement and the Nandos. I had
walked the streets of Amsterdam
without watching my back. Maria
were seen everywhere with me.
Rumour had it that i had imported
a lady from Italy. I didn’t care.
The whole thing had started
getting to me. There was a lot on
my mind. I was pitying Ify a lot. It
was true that i provided
everything they needed but they
wanted something different; me.
Yes, they wanted me. Ever since
Maria showed up, i didn’t sleep
with them. I had left them alone
in that quiet cold part of town. I
had indulged in enjoying myself
while they missed me in Bulewijk.
I was almost tempted to close the
house in Bulewijk and bring them
to Krainest but we did drug deals
in Krainest. I didn’t want them to
live with such things.
Maria spent Eleven days in
Amsterdam. She added weight.
During her Final days in
Amsterdam, i would take her to
the Gasperdam lake and sat at a
point where we would talk and
drink red wines or beers.
Sometimes we would bring bread
and threw to the ducks in the lake.
Gasperdam was a large artificially
created body of water. The North
side of it served as a beach while
the south side was protected by
heavy metal pans to stop the large
lake from spilling into the city.
The entire South East Amsterdam,
including Bijlmer were reclaimed
from the sea. It was the reason
why one could sea Canals all over
the place.
Before Maria left, i promised her
that i will visit Napoli in no distant
time. She had assured me that
she lived alone in Napoli and
would take good care of me
anytime i visited. I believed her.
Save for the time i suspected that
Maria wanted to use Juju to hook
me up in Benin City of Nigeria,
she never did anything suspicious
again.
Right inside me, i knew that it was
a matter of time before i visit her
in Napoli.
When she left Amsterdam, i
continued visiting the Gasperdam
lake. The black society of
Amsterdam had started seeing me
as a devilish guy who was capable
of sending anybody back to
Nigeria anytime.
Some believed that whatever
Ikenna or the rest of the Nandos
did to me, i should not have send
them back to Nigeria.
If there was anything the
Nigerians in Holland and all over
Europe feared most, it was going
back to Nigeria without money, in
other words, it was being
deported.
The proverb of ‘When one door is
closed, another one is open’
meant nothing for the Nigerians.
Everyone of them wanted to make
it big before going back home.
Therefore whenever they
perceived that anybody posed the
danger of causing them to be
deported, they would isolate the
person. They would even be afraid
to greet the person on the road.
That was the fate i faced in
Amsterdam but i didn’t care. I
didn’t need too many friends
anyway.
It wasn’t their faults but some of
them had brain IQs that was as
low as that of a goat. Some of
them were dragging me down
with their methods and modes of
thinking.
I recalled one of them came to my
house one day and saw me
reading a novel. He said that it
was a waste of time since we had
come to Holland to make money.
As a result of the isolation, i had
taken to the Gasperdam lake to
find solace in the quietness and
calmness of the slow moving
waters.
I also recalled the pressure i was
facing while i initialy searched for
the papers and connection to take
Samson and Ify out of the
Netherlands. It would have been
easy if i had wanted them to
relocate to any other Central
European country such as France,
Belgium or Germany. The above
mentioned countries were all
stone throws away from Holland
but i wanted them to go to an
English speaking Country.
I wanted the little Samson to learn
English and become something
good for the Nigerian society in
the future. I knew he would be
brilliant since i mentored him but
crossing the English Channel to
the sub-continental United
Kingdom required a lot of luck
and money.
I had gone to Sylvester in Utrecht,
a man rumoured to have
connections of sending people to
the United Kingdom. I had met
and discussed the issue with him.
He claimed to have the
connections quite alright but he
asked that i paid him €6000. That
was a lot of money which could
do a lot of things for me back in
Nigeria.
During that period, €6000 was
approximately N1.2 million in
Nigeria. It was enough to bring
two hustlers from Africa to
Europe.
I knew i was doing good for
Samson and the mother but what
exactly was in it for me.
The leftist part of my mind had
argued that i may not have access
to them again if i sent them to
UK. No matter how much i tried
to counter that argument, i knew
that it could be true.
Another reason why i hesitated
was that i didn’t trust Sylvester.
He had asked for half of the
money upfront which was the part
of business i hated most.
It was the above troubles that
were all over my mind when i
returned and decided to go to
Gasperdam lake to listen to Lucky
Dube Music and relax.
It was the Lucky Dube song called
” Is This Freedom” that was
filtering through the earphones
when i felt a huge push on my
back. I had fallen into the unclear
waters of the Gasperdam and
when i raised my head to check
what had happened to me, i had
seen two male figures running
away from the scene.
One of them was wearing a large
jacket with the inscription ‘Harley
Davidson’ written at the back. He
was yellow in complexion. His
friend was a black man but i
couldn’t see any of their faces.
I had managed to get myself out
of the waters and walked back to
the point where i was sitting. That
was where i found a small Nokia
phone that pointed me to the
culprits.
It was all planned by Mr Clement.
He had just touched the tail of an
angry Tiger.

“Perhaps you have been wondering
about how you will win the tournaments of life. This is an
important moment of your life. Just
know where your goals are. Dress in
the jersey of action and enter the game of vision! Work with your talents, skills, and tactics and with
determination! Don’t commit any
foul; don’t put yourself on an offside position. Be at the right place at the right time.
Attack your failures and defend your goals; look up and watch the time because the whistle may blow at any time. Don’t waste the chances you get! Target the goals and with winning in focus, you will be there”

Chapter 52: Ijburg Islands.
Ijburg is a nearby suburban in
Amsterdam. It was a small
beautiful suburb reclaimed from
the Lake Ij.
According to the small history
book i found at a bookshop in
Amsterdamse Poort, Ijburg was
planned for the middle class. The
proper construction started in
2004. It was clearly a new Suburb.
As at the time i was having
problems with Clement, only two
Nigerian families lived in Ijburg.
The houses over there in Ijburg
were a little expensive. One
obviously had to be a Dutch
citizen to be able to live in Ijburg.
It was in this Ijburg that Mr
Clement relocated. Whatever
reason why he relocated to Ijburg
was unknown but i assumed he
was running away from me. Maybe
he wasn’t running away from me
but i had made the assumption to
protect myself.
Peharps his thugs had told him
how i got the information of his
failed attempt from them.
I didn’t blame him. He was a
typical Igbo man, full of ego and
pride.
His brother had done something
wrong and paid the price for his
actions. Rather than finding out
what happened, Mr Clement had
chosen the part of fire and
destruction.
Why was he running away from
Bijlmer where we all lived?
Peharps he had all of a sudden,
decided to exercise the powers of
his Dutch Passport.
Ijburg was an isolated town sitting
on top of lands reclaimed from
the Lake Ij. There were some
carefully planted levees that
prevented the lake from
overflowing into the residential
areas.
The population of Ijburg was less
than 10,000 since it was a town
carefully constructed for the
middle class. Among those small
population lived Mr Clement and
whatever family he had.
Over 80% of the Igbo people in
Amsterdam were Catholics. They
attended Masses at a house called
African House in Diemen which
was not far from Ijburg.
I met Mr Austin, a Nigerian Man
who also lived in Ijburg when i
started searching for Mr Clement.
I had finished shaving my hair at
his Salon when i heard him talking
about the Ijburg Island. He
boasted that they were only two
Nigerian families in the entire
Ijburg Islands. I wasn’t paying
attention to what he was saying
until he mentioned Clement.
I had pretended that i didn’t know
what he was talking about and
went home. His hair salon was
very close to my apartment in
Krainest. As a result, i started
going to the hair saloon on daily
basis, just to sit and watch
television as if i didn’t have a
television at home.
Mr Austin liked me a lot due to
the articles i wrote on the
newspaper.
One afternoon, i brought up the
issue of Ijburg and asked Mr
Austin some questions. I told him
that i wanted to visit the Island.
He agreed to take me to his place
where he lived with a Suriname
girlfriend of his.
On our way to his house, he had
pointed to a house and said that it
was where Clement lived. On our
way back, i had looked at the
house again and saw that the
house number was 12.
However i made a stunning
observation. Every household in
Ijburg owned a vehicle. No one
was seen walking to anywhere.
The entire Island was calm since
there was no bus station, train
station or any public anything.
Ijburg was just a quiet place. The
only encouraging thing i saw there
was a man with a bicycle who
distributed letters and newspapers
to each door.
The following Sunday, i went to
the Catholic Church at the African
house. It was my second time of
going to the Catholic Church since
i arrived in Amsterdam. The first
time was when Dozie tried to
practice the Nigerian mentality of
”If you don’t go to my Church, we
can’t live together” with me.
At the African House Church, i saw
Mr Clement. He was seated at the
front when i entered. On seeing
him, I had decided to sit at the
back to make sure that he didn’t
see me.
I endured the boring routine of
Catholic mass until the Church
was over, then i watched Clement
climbed into a blue Toyota Corolla
with a woman and drove away. He
had apparently bought a new car.
Some businesses must have
clicked since he now lived in an
expensive suburb and had a new
car.
I was happy that i saw him at the
Church. I was also happy that i
knew where he lived. What was
left for me was to find out if he
worked and where he worked. It
was going to be a difficult one.
Amsterdam was a city filled with
thousands of bicycles. Every
organised person in Amsterdam
owned a bicycle. As a result, i had
gone to a shop and bought a used
bicycle.
A day after i purchased the
bicycle, i rode it to Diemen where
a daily Dutch newspaper plant
was situated.
The newspaper company were
always looking for distributors.
Nobody wanted to work for them
because their weekly pay was as
good as nothing.
”Good morning Sir” i had greeted
the man i met at the reception
hall of the newspaper. He had
responded and asked what i came
to do.
I told him that i was looking for a
distribution job. He had asked me
to sit down and asked a few
questions which i answered.
After keying my data into their
computer, he told me that the pay
was €180. The pay was ridiculous
but i believed they paid according
to what they made.
He told me to start work the next
day. My work was to go to the
newspaper house as early as
5:30am every morning, pick up
newspapers and start distributing
them in Ijburg.
I had specifically chosen Ijburg
and the excuse i gave him when he
asked was that i loved looking at
the man made Islands. He had
claimed that he loved it too and
had asked me to always remember
to cover my body properly since
the early morning weather was
usually harsh.
As it stood, Ozoigbondu had just
been employed to work in the
Netherlands. Work usually
required legal documents and
bank accounts but since the
newspaper company didn’t pay
well, they usually preferred to give
money to their workers directly.
As i rode home on my new bike
people stared at me.
When i got home, Robin
confronted me.
”What are you up to this time” he
had asked.
”Nothing, i just found a job that
required bicycle and here we are”
I said.
”Don’t do anything stupid” Was his
last words.

AMSTERDAM WILL STOP IN CHAPTER 60.
WE WILL MOVE TO PARIS NEXT.

PARIS WILL HAVE A NEW THREAD. WE WILL BEGIN TWO UPDATES DAILY AGAIN.

Nice write up zubby77

ZUBY77: Welcome to "Life on the Run" Series.
Season 5: The Amsterdam and Holland Runs.

This Episode will cover how Africans and the rest of the black race lived in Amsterdam and the entire Netherlands. The kind of jobs and businesses they did and the kind of fates that awaited and befell them.

Netherlands is a small Country bordered in the East by Germany and in the South by Belgium. The large body of water called the North Sea took the entire West and North sides of Netherlands as well. The official language is Dutch. The population is about 16.8 million. The official currency is Euro.

My name is Zuby.
A Nigerian born in 1980.
I went to Europe for the first time in August 2002 but returned back to Nigeria in mid 2006.
In February 2007, I traveled back to Europe.
This is my life story.
This is real.

This story is protected under the international copyright law.
I won't hesitate to take actions against plagiarism.

If you have questions, proposals and more, please contact me through anizubix77@yahoo.com or +234 8162894984.


For the previous seasons, go here
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NO NEED GOING TO THE AIRPORT, HOLLAND IS COMING TO YOUR DOORSTEP.

Nice write-up so far. I can do some editing for you if are interested. My email is on my signature, feel free to send a mail when you are ready.

Weldone zuby77, cnt wait to c d next update

Chapter 53: The new Job.
Very early in the morning the
following day, i rode my new
bicycle to the newspaper plant in
Diemen. The manager who had
interviewed me the day before
was sitting at his desk. He greeted
me and commended my
punctuality.
I had worn a black Jean, a Shirt,
pullover and a very well padded
jacket. On my foot, i had opted for
a sports pair of shoes to enable
me ride my bicycle freely. I had
also covered my head with a
Russian furcap that also covered
my ears.
I picked up three bundles of
newspapers, tied them at the back
of my bicycle and mounted the
ride.
I had leant to ride bicycle back in
Nigeria when i was in Junior
secondary school. I had also used
a bicycle for a few months back in
Brandenburg Germany. Therefore,
it was easy to master the piece of
technology once more.
As i expected, the entire streets in
Ijburg were deserted and lonely.
There was no single person seen
outside.
I rode past house number 12 and
went all the way down to the end
of the street, then i started
distributing my newspapers slowly
backwards.
I would go to each doorstep and
drop a newspaper, then move to
the next door and do the same.
Before i got to the middle of the
street, the early rises had started
going to work. I watched as
people came out of their houses,
entered their various classy
vehicles and drove out of the
Island through the main bridge
near the biggest levee.
I worked my way up slowly until i
got to number 30 down the street.
Number 30 was about 80 meters
away from the number 12 where i
was told Mr Clement lived.
I had parked my ride near a house
where a man had came out from
and had driven away.
I had also started sorting my
newspapers, pretending to be
looking for something in
particular.
Then she came out. The woman i
had seen with Clement at the
Church. She was a black beautiful
lady. She could have been from
Nigeria or any other African
Country. Or maybe she could have
been from the Suriname or
Antilles. I didn’t care where she
came from anyway. All i wanted
was a confirmation that Clement
lived there. I had just made that
discovery and it was time to leave
the area.
I had stopped sorting the papers
and had started distributing the
remaining ones as fast as i could.
The lady who came out of Mr
Clement’s house had entered into
a garage and came out with the
same Toyota Corolla i had seen
with Clement at the Church. It
could have belonged to her since
Nigerians in Amsterdam hardly
drove such new cars but i wasn’t
there to determine who owned
what.
I had walked up with my ride to
Clement’s doorstep and dropped
his own copy of the newspaper
and moved to the next door.
As soon as i stopped at the next
door to deliver the newspaper, I
heard a door opened behind me,
it was Clement. A quick glance had
turned up Clement picking up the
paper i had just left on his
doorsteps. He was wearing a
sleeping robe. The type you see
the Royals families wore in Castles
in Paris and Rome in olden days.
He was apparently living large
after Hiring thugs to kill me.
There was the coward who had
given a paltry €300 to people so
that they would beat or harm me.
I was going to teach him how to
sponsor such operations.
There was him living like a king in
an Island with a beautiful black
woman who resembled Naomi
Campbell.
The Naomi Campbell look-alike
obviously had a good paying job.
It was obvious she wasn’t Nigerian
since Nigerian ladies in Abroad
hardly attained that level of status
in Central and Western Europe.
And even when the Nigerian ladies
did attain such levels, they won’t
want to have anything to do with
Nigerian men.
That was the pathetic situation we
found ourselves in Continental
Europe.
Ofcourse there were Nigerian
ladies that had good paying jobs
but almost all of them preferred
to marry a foreigner; preferably
white men. Therefore it was safe
to assume that Naomi Campbell
was either a Ghanaian or
Surinames, although there were
outside chances of her being a
Nigerian. Definitely not Igbo
woman since Igbo women had the
general lazy belief that their
husbands or boyfriends should be
the one with the big money.
I watched Clement picked up the
paper and returned inside the
house without even looking my
way. Peharps if he had looked my
way to say ‘Hello’ or ‘good
morning’ like the white men who
had come out of some of the
houses to pick their own papers,
he would have seen or noticed
that it was me; although i covered
half of my face with the furcap.
As soon as he returned inside his
house, i distributed the papers
quickly to the rest of the
remaining ten houses on that
street and rode my bike back to
Bijlmer.
I was done for the day. I had
distributed two bundles and it
remained one.
When i got back home, i dumped
the papers inside my living room
and went into the bathroom to
take my bathe.
”Are you back already” the voice
said from the living room.
It was Robin.
He asked how the work was and if
i had enjoyed it.
”Its a nice job Rob, atleast it
allowed my lazy ass to ride some
sports bicycle around town. Better
than sitting in one place everyday”
i had said.
When i finished my bath, i rode
my bicycle to Bulewijk.
Ify was still sleeping when i came.
Since i was not in the habit of
knocking on doors, i called her to
open the door for me.
She did.
I told her that i found a job at the
newspaper plant.
She didn’t believe that i could do
that kind of work.
Samson was growing fast. It was
supposed to be that way since
everything needed to raise a kid
was cheap in Western Europe.
”Ifeyinwa do you know anybody in
England or Republic of Ireland” i
had suddenly asked.
As an Igbo girl, she asked why i
wanted to know instead of
answering my question.
I told her that i want her and
Samson out of Amsterdam as
soon as possible.
She had hugged me and said that
she loved the idea but didn’t want
to leave me behind.
”I want to leave Amsterdam and i
need you to leave before me” i
had said.
”I don’t know anybody in Ireland
but I know someone in
Birmingham England” she said.
” The strength of a
woman is not
measured by the
impact that all her
hardships in life
have had on her;
but the strength of
a woman is
measured by the
extent of her
refusal to allow
those hardships to
dictate her and
who she becomes”

Chapter 54: Dublin Connection.
Chinwendu was a lady from Ozalla
in Nkanu area of Enugu state. We
had met in the Asylum camp in
Eisenhutenstadt Germany. She
was pregnant during our stay in
Eisenhutenstadt. She was the
closest person from my state of
origin in Nigeria and had been like
a sister all through our stay in
camp.
According to her, the husband had
sent her to Europe to give birth
since she had already gotten
pregnant in Nigeria before coming
to Germany. She had somehow
managed to end up in Berlin
where her elder brother lived.
After our stay in camp, she was
posted to another Heim in
another town while i was posted
to Brandenburg. She had returned
to Berlin to live with his elder
brother.
Her elder brother had called me
one day and said that he needed
help with some money to send
Chinedu to Dublin where she could
get legal resident permit as soon
as she gave birth to her child.
I was already doing well in
Brandenburg then and as a result,
i had given them €1000 to help
send Chinwendu to Dublin. A week
later, she had called me from
Dublin to thank me for the money
i gave them. She had promised to
send the money back to me as
soon as she started work but i had
told her not to worry about it
since i knew that she or her
brother who already had a
German Passport then, could be
of help to me someday.
It was time for them to return the
favour.
Right inside our apartment in
Bulewijk, We had called Matilda,
the friend whom Ify said she knew
in Birmingham. We had told her
that we needed Ify to Migrate to
the United Kingdom. After
rambling on how difficult things
were in the United Kingdom,
Matilda had finally told us that she
couldn’t help us out.
Before Ify could start to complain
about how she had helped Matilda
in the past, i had called
Chinwendu in Dublin.
”Ada Enugu Ji Eje Mba, how are
you today”? I had greeted
Chinwendu.
‘Ada Enugu Jim Eje Mba’ which
loosely translated to ‘The Lady
pride of Enugu’ was the name i
had given Chinwendu over time.
She was a yellow beautiful woman
who somehow resembled Ify.
Chinwendu had started asking me
if i had gotten married which was
the same question she had been
asking me ever since we parted
ways back in Germany. According
to her, she had given birth to her
third Child while i was still single.
”I have a son and a wife now”, i
had said to her delight.
Before her joy could subside, i hit
her with the request that i wanted
my wife and Child to relocate to
Dublin. She had welcomed the
news and said that she would help
however she could.
I had narrated my needs to her.
Firstly, she was going to send me
her resident permit card and
which of course covered her last
son who was born almost at the
same time with Samson.
She had agreed and also said that
she would accommodate them
until they finished registration at
the foreign office in Dublin.
It was true that Ify had a Nigerian
passport with a temporal Dutch
resident permit in it but the
permit couldn’t allow her to travel
outside Holland yet.
When i finished talking with
Chinwe, Ify marveled at how
connected i was to every part of
Europe and beyond.
She had also asked me how i was
going to meet up with them in
Dublin since she had mentally
believed that we were destined to
be husband and wife.
”I will find my way to Dublin when
i’m done with Europe. There are
some things i need to finish up
here before going anywhere” i had
told her.
I didn’t know where she got that
belief that she was going to be my
wife.
I was a soldier who preferred to
be single until i got to atleast
35years. I had always visioned
traveling all over the World before
allowing a woman to tie me down
to one place. But every woman i
had come across tried one way or
the other to tie me down in one
place and start to produce little
MEs and little HERs. It was good to
have kids but life was a one time
journey. I wasn’t going to allow
children to live my own for me.
And if i died before having any
child of my own, so be it. How
could i even care what happened
to me when i am dead.
I was born in a society where
women believed that it was a
must to get married and have
Children. According to them, it
was the norm and anything
contrary to that would make you a
society misfit. I had also lived in a
society where marriage was never
a priority. Of course back in
Germany, i had seen boyfriends
and girfriends who lived together
for years until they even got to an
age where they couldn’t bear
children anymore. I had seen
married couple who decided not
to have children and yet lived
happily ever after. I had seen
people who mutually agreed to
have children without getting
married. I had seen couples who
divorced and yet lived under the
same roof.
After seeing all those things, i
learnt one thing from them; it was
that life was all about how you
want it to be for you and for you
alone. Doing things because other
people did it was a great mistake
since your brain was not wired to
operate the same way as that of
the other people.
But back in my own Society in
Africa, it was marriage or nothing.
As soon as man starts to make
small extra money, his people
would show up with the marriage
suggestions. They would even
suggest who to marry and how to
marry her. They would suggest
the kind of wedding they wanted
even without contributing
anything. Our lives were being
lived for us by other people. It
was a pity but i had hoped that
someday, i would be able to open
up a center where i could be
teaching people the things i learnt
throughout my sojourns around
the World.
Before i left Ify, i told her to start
getting ready to leave for Dublin.
The resident permit card from
Dublin could arrive before one
week and when it does, she would
be on her way out of Amsterdam,
the World’s capital city of Drugs
and Sex.
She would go to Dublin where life
was better for women and
children. She would leave the war
front for me and Mr Clement and
all those who would step on my
toes later intentionally.
Dublin was her Destiny and
Destination.
” Men have two
greatest fears: the
first fear is the
fear of being
needed, and the
second fear is the
fear of not being
needed”

Whaoo, gr8t fair tale

Emilo:
[b]Now back to zuby77, if dis story is true, then it shows u re nt as wise as u think u re.....what were ur long term plan with Ify n Samson, to marry her n change d boy's DNA or what? Ow hopeless......u seem to have forgotten what u came to Europe to do. Now u v d entire community against u, no sooner, u would end up losing a limb or two, n dats what exactly i would do if i were Ikenna. Two years in jail is but a short time. U explained d stress during Ify pregnacy period......"Abeg who send u message, u feel like u get moni na"....if i were u i would ve received Ikenna, call a meeting n present all d money i ve spent (that is multipled by 3), collect it n send Ify away to her baby's father. But no, d puss.y won't allow u think properly....Do u think Ikenna raped Ify to get her pregnant?, no, he didn't, she opened her legs, do u think Ikenna disappeared 4 no reason?, no he didn't, he did so cos he had no moni.

My guy u don jones, ur likes are those who think they re smart, but by d time dey get to age fifty, they realise they ve nothing to show. I just hope am wrong sha.......wish u well... Nevertheless, wonderful story 4 all to learn dat real life is different from novel life, i.e fictions. So peeps should stop acting James Hardley Chase in real world........lol[/b]

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My first comment
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@the bolded,i woulda called you a useless fool if you are not already that.
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You need to start afresh and read this because it seems you don't understand him.
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His life,his principles,his rules.
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You said its because of the pvssy but I remember where he wrote that she made advances which he rejected.
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You sound very far from the real world so I'll advice you to go get a life.
The likes of ikenna who needs thrashing

ZUBY ZUBY i day greet u o, ur writing skill no get mate.

Chapter 55
My second day at work was pretty
much the same. I had almost quit
the job since i had found out what
i wanted at Ijburg Islands but i
wanted Ify And My Son out of
Holland before taking that
decision.
According to Chinwendu, she had
sent the document a day after i
asked for it. It will arrive a day
after she sent it. She had used
fast express delivery. It all meant
that she was really eager to help
my family relocate to Dublin. She
was also hoping that i could show
up in Dublin as well. She said she
had missed me and wanted to set
her eyes on Ozoigbondu again.
After the second day at work, i
went to the Amsterdamse Poort
and bought a large Samsonite bag
for Ify and Samson. When i got
home, i helped them packed
everything they needed into it. Ify
was surprised at the speed at
which the preparation was
moving. I was surprised too but
soldiers were not created to show
their surprises like women.
I spent the rest of the day with
Ify, preparing her for the Journey
ahead.
I told her everything she needed
to know about Dublin. According
to the lecture, Dublin had only one
airport; the Aerfort Bhaile Atha
Cliat airfield which served the city
and its environs. The country used
Euro Currency which had been as
a result of their agitation to
separate themselves from the
Imperial Number 10 Downing
Street London and join the
Eurozone that was powered by
German Economy which was the
richest in Europe. The Irish had
also opened up their doors for the
rest of Europe to come in and
develop the Country. New
Structures could be seen emerging
from every angle. Half of the
Poland citizens had migrated to
the new Haven and so was many
other countries from the Eastern
Europe. Ireland had also opened
up for Africans especially the
pregnant women who would get
instant resident permit as soon as
they delivered a baby.
I had known a little about Ireland
from the research i carried out in
Germany when i wanted to run
away. I had decided not to run to
Ireland because it was an Island. I
hated living in Isolated countries
such as Ireland or England. The
reason was that as a hustler, one
thing or the other could easily
triger a police hunt on you and it
would be pretty difficult to run
away from an Island. There were
usually only two exit methods and
entrance routes to an Island and
that were through the air and
through the water. Those were the
two easiest places to catch a
criminal.
But in Continental Europe,
Germany alone had land borders
with Holland, Denmark, Poland,
Czech Republic, Austria,
Switzerland, France and
Luxembourg. Nine different
countries. It all meant that one
can sneak in and out of Germany
from any angle.
For instance, if one committed an
offence in Munich Bavaria in the
South, the authorities could be
searching the Switzerland and
Austrian borders down there in
the south while you head up
North to the Denmark border. It
was true that the whole thing
seemed like it was hinged on
illegal business but the truth was
that i was Illegal in Europe.
Seriously Illegal and yet was doing
illegal business as well. It was
always a matter of time before
luck ran out on people like us and
before we knew it, the cops would
be all over us. One goodluck i had
been having was that i knew when
to run.
Then in Amsterdam, i knew that it
was time to run. The only good
reason why i was still there was
because of Ify and Samson. I
didn’t have a clear picture of what
would become their fates if i had
left them behind in Amsterdam.
I recalled what happened to
Jennifer when i left her in Berlin.
As a result, i was paying the prize
of that single action by sending
her money from Amsterdam every
month. It was true that i had a
stone heart but when it comes to
women, i hated to see them suffer
while there was something i could
do.
Women were generally vulnerable
in our World. Men were general
mean to them as well.
After making sure that Ify had
learnt everything she needed to
see her travel safely with Samson
to Dublin, we played together until
it was time to sleep.
The following morning, the DHL
courier agent brought the resident
permit document to our door step
in Bulewijk. After receiving it, i
took it to a Ghanaian travel agent
called Mr Osei near Venserpolder.
He sold a one way ticket to me
with the KLM Royal Dutch airline.
Ify and Samson were traveling the
next day. Robin had called and
asked why i had not returned for
two days.
I told him that Ify and Samson
would be leaving for Dublin the
next day and that i needed to be
with them since it could be the
last time i will ever see them. I
didn’t wish not to see them again
but i was a person who embraced
reality.
The truth was that Samson was
my son but not biologically. There
were slim chances that Ikenna or
his people could make big money
someday and come for their son.
There were chances that Ify could
get Married to someone else
someday and reduce the chances
of me claiming Samson as my
son. There were also chances that
i could end up somewhere where i
could not be able to see or hear
from them for many years.
As a drug dealer, one never knew
where he could end up. I knew
people who were jailed in Spain
and Portugal for over twenty
years. I had a friend who was
captured in New York while
transporting one kilogram of
cocaine to USA, he was handed a
30 years jail term.
Imagine me spending 30 years in
prison and coming to claim a son
who wasn’t biologically mine?
Samson would be over 30 years
then and the truth was that you
can’t claim a man of 30 years,
who wasn’t even yours in the first
place.
My friends, That was the truth
about ‘Life on the Run’.
That was the reality that awaited
everybody who was dealing on
illegal materials such as arms and
drugs.
That was the fate of everybody
who had a heart as large as mine.
What baffled me was that i had no
fear whatsoever. I was no longer
human. I was no longer normal.
My life had been stolen by
circumstances but i had one thing;
Hope.
Yes, i hoped to someday retire in
my own Country.

Chapter 56: Mind of the Gods.
”They are with me now” the
female voice said over the phone.
It was Chinwendu in far away
Island of Ireland. Thanks to the
wonderful technology called
‘aircraft’.
I had just returned from seeing
them off at the Schiphol
international airport where they
had boarded a flight to Dublin. I
had decided to catch some sleep
since i had woken earlier that
morning to distribute the
newspapers.
I had slept for an hour or so
before my phone rang. It was
Chinwendu. She had just received
my family over there in the Island
of Ireland.
”Let me speak with Ify” i had said.
”Hello” i had said.
She had started crying. I expected
that. I knew she would get
emotional. Everything that
happened between us must have
been like a dream to her. I had
spent over €20,000 on Her. Money
that i didn’t know i ever made.
She wasn’t even married to me.
Who could believe that? That was
the real definition of my person.
I was the kind who could remain
poor as long as my friends remain
rich and safe. I was that special. It
was the reason why i was not one
of the richest people in my place.
I never worshiped money. I had
my own set of rules which was
closely guarded. Break any one of
them and the consequences would
definitely hit you.
”Why are you crying, you just got
to a safer place” i had said.
”please don’t leave us out here
alone. We need you, Samson
needs you” She had said.
I told her not to worry since i
would come there someday. I
knew i didn’t mean it but one
never knew where the machinery
and journey of life would take him
or her.
After speaking with Ify on the
phone, i felt excited inside my
heart.
The Gods that wanted me to
revenge on Clement had safely
seen my family out of Amsterdam
and out of danger.
As a human, i was entitled to
believe whatever i wanted. As a
result, i had believed that if the
Gods didn’t want me to revenge
on Clement, they would have not
allowed Ify and Samson to leave
Holland very easily. But since the
Gods approved their migration to
that Isolated Island of Ireland, it
all meant that it was time for
Clement to leave Amsterdam.
Since i was able to send my family
out of the entire Holland just to
protect them from the looming
war, was it not foolish for Clement
to remain in Amsterdam?
He was supposed to run even
further. He was supposed to leave
the entire Europe. But the Bastard
had chosen to take just a small
leap. He had the entire
Netherlands to choose from but
he chose to move only two
kilometers away from Bijlmer.
Unfortunately for Clement, he had
a Holland Passport. It all meant
that he was aready a citizen.
Holland was the only foreign
Country where he could receive
half of human rights as a black
man. It all meant that it would be
very hard for him to leave
Holland.
His Foreign passport which should
have been a blessing to him had
just become a curse.
Mr Clement, you better start
running. When i said running, i
didn’t mean relocating from one
part of a city to another.
When i said Run, I meant leaving
Europe.
Since My Family had left Holland
for him, it was only fair that he
left Europe. He had tried to kill
me. He had threatened to kill me
and despite every report i made to
people, he still went ahead to pay
petty thugs to come after me.
The thugs must have told him
what happened but he must have
foolishly believed that he was
unreachable and untouchable over
there in the small Ijburg Islands.
As soon as i came to terms that
Ify and my son had finally left, i
called a small bus, parked some
important items and sent them to
Krainest. The Bulewijk apartment
had just been closed down.
I had called the house agents who
gave me the apartment and told
them that i was coming to take my
€450 deposit which i had given
them the very first time i moved
in.
After settling down in Krainest
finally, i called Maria and told her
that i could be in Napoli in a few
days time. She wanted me to tell
her the exact day and time i would
come but since i didn’t know how
things were going to turn out with
Clement, i told her that i didn’t
know.
”If you have anywhere to go,
please do that. I will stay in a
hotel and wait for you” I had told
her.
Napoli was an old city like many
other Italian cities. The Italians
were one of the oldest civilizations
in Europe. Therefore i believed
that there would be cheap hotels
and guest houses all over the old
monumental buildings that
adorned the cities of Naples,
Florence, Venice, Roma and
others.
After talking to Maria, i called
Nnamdi in Switzerland. I told him
that i could come to Switzerland
anytime from the following day to
the following week. He said he was
waiting.
I called Johnson in Berlin and told
him the same thing.
After talking to Johnson, i called
Mike in Belgium and told him.
Since i had covered all the
neighbouring countries of Holland,
i felt a little sense of safety.
If operation ‘Hit Clement hard’
failed, it could be important that i
sneaked into any nearby country
first before going to another
Country. I wouldn’t need a long
Journey. I would need short
journeys at intervals. I recalled in
2006 or 2007 when a bomber hit
the train station in London. He
was tracked and captured because
he had sat in one train from
London to Paris which was a long
Journey. He could have stopped at
the entrance of France and
diverted to a smaller city, then to
another smaller city and probably
go back to a previous city where
he had been or even start going
back to London. Such
unpredictable moves were capable
of throwing the authorities off
chart but luck also counted.
After making sure that i had
secured the areas where i could
run to, i called Ricardo.
”Are you at the warehouse” i had
asked.
He said he was.
I took a cab and went to his
warehouse. He was alone when i
came which gave me the
opportunity to discuss what i had
come for.
”Mr Ricardo, i need a Gun” i said.
”Gun, what for”? he asked
”I found the man who wanted me
dead and it is time to square
things up with him” i said.
He smiled.

Revenge vs Avenge

Chapter 57: Time to Payback.
”Master how much will you pay
me to take care of him” Ricardo
said.
Money was everything to those
Suriname people. They could kill
someone for as low as €500.
On my own part, i needed to teach
Mr. Clement some lessons, not kill
him. Ricardo could kill him. I
didn’t want any death on my
conscience.
”No, Ricardo i need to do this
myself. I want to watch him cry
for mercy and help” i said.
Ricardo hesitated a bit before
telling me that he could get the
gun from Dennis. He asked if i
knew how to handle the piece of
metal.
”I need to know how to release
the safety latch. Apart from that, i
can deal with any other thing” I
said.
Belgium was not far from Holland.
The country was just a stone
throw from some parts of Holland
especially Breda.
A day after taking delivery of the
Pistol Gun from Ricardo, i started
announcing to everyone around
town that i was traveling out of
Holland. The concerned people
asked about where i was going
and what i wanted to be doing
there. Some asked about the Jokes
on the newspapers and what
would happen to it after i might
have left Holland.
The news that i was leaving town
circulated fast. People had seen
me carrying Samsonite bag in
Amsterdamse Poort.
People called and wished me well.
Three days after leaking the
information that i was leaving
town, there was a huge get
together of the Igbo community in
Amsterdam. A certain self-
crowned Ezendigbo of Holland was
celebrating his son’s Church
dedication in Gazenhoef. Many
people were there. I had
intentionally dragged my big
luggage through the party field
and took a cab to the Amsterdam
Central Station.
I had purchased a one way ticket
to Brussels and traveled to
Belgium that evening.
I got to Belgium before 7:40 pm
and checked into a cheap guest
house. They charged me €30 per
day but when i told them that i
could spend up to one week, they
reduced the price to €25. I paid
for seven days and went into the
room to drop my baggage.
The room wasn’t a standard one
but it would serve its purpose. I
only needed a place where i could
be sleeping outside Holland for
the time being.
After settling down, i went outside
and bought a simcard. Then i
called About ten people and told
them that i had already left
Holland and that i was in Belgium.
After making the calls, i went back
to the train station and entered a
train going back to Holland.
Luckily for me, i followed the
French TGV fast train which had
just arrived from Paris to Brussel.
When we got to Rotherdam, i
stepped out of the train and hired
a snoda down to Bijlmer.
I got to my apartment in Krainest
some minutes past 2am. Robin
was home as expected.
I woke him up and called him out
to the parlour.
”Brother please pay attention.
Clement tried to kill me some
days back. He hired two people to
kill me. They pushed me inside the
Gasperdam Lake to drown and die
but i managed to get myself out of
the water. I didn’t explain all these
things to you earlier because i
believed you Could have
confronted him or even started to
tell everybody in Bijlmer” i said.
I could tell that he was already
very angry despite the fact that it
had been days since the incident
occurred.
”Clement now lives in Ijburg. I
have succeeded in locating his
place and i am going after him
anytime from now. I don’t want
anybody to know about this. That
is why i told people that i was
traveling out of town. I just
returned from Belgium where i
had rented a guest house. Here is
my phone number from Belgium” i
said as i handed him the phone
number written on a piece of
paper.
”Now i know why you started
newspaper distribution in Ijburg.
You have such a criminal mind” He
said.
”I gave you this number because
people could start asking for me
anytime from tomorrow or next.
Tell them that i travelled to
Belgium and that i plan to leave
Belgium for France soon” i said.
When i finished telling him what i
wanted him to do, he asked what i
intended to do to Clement.
”I am going to give him a mark he
won’t ever forget. Don’t worry, i
won’t kill him. You know i can’t do
that” i said.
Robin made several efforts to
discourage me from doing
anything to Clement but i made
him understand that if i didn’t
attack, i would be defending. I
also made him understand that i
preferred to attack rather than
defend.
When he discovered that i already
made plans on how to hit
Clement, he just asked me to be
careful.
Robin and I stayed awake all
through the night. He had brought
out a bottle of Jack Daniel but i
refused to drink. I needed a very
clear head to operate. I planned to
go to Ijburg in a few hours time
and it could be complicated for
me if i took some alcohol.
We sat there in the sitting room
reflecting on how life had been for
us in Amsterdam. We discussed
how it all started from Nigeria.
At exactly 5:30 am, i picked up
two bundles of old newspapers
and tied them on the back of my
bicycle, then went up to my room
and picked up the piece of Gun i
had rented from the Surinames.
The gun was a 12-Round live
ammunition Pistol that was very
light in weight. It was an American
Military Issued Pistol which i
didn’t know how the Surinames
came across.
As i walked down to the sitting
room, i looked at Robin and told
him to stay strong.
”Trust me, i will be fine but if
anything happens, stay strong and
tell my story the way it happened.
I can’t sit duck and wait for
Clement to Kill me first and i can’t
run away from Holland because of
him” i said.
I rode out of Bijlmer where the
Nigerians lived and headed past
Diemen to the edge of the levee
that held the Ij Lake from spilling
into the town. The time was
already a few minutes to 6am.
The first time i distributed the
papers in Ijburg, i had seen Mrs
Clement leaving at a few minutes
to 6am. I believed that it would be
the same every other working day
and i was right.
Since i wasn’t going to distribute
the old newspapers, i stopped at
the beginning of the street and
smoked a cigarette.
Then i saw Mrs Clement.
” Grudges are for
those who insist
that they are owed
something;
forgiveness,
however, is for
those who are
substantial enough
to move on.”

58: IS THIS CRIME OR
JUSTICE?
Chapter 58
Mrs Clement came out of the
house as i mounted the bicycle
and headed straight down the
road.
I had worn a different kind of face
cap which covered half of my face.
Coupled with the fact that the sun
hasn’t come up yet, it was difficult
to tell who i was, especially by
people who didn’t know me
previously.
As soon as the woman drove out, i
rounded a small bend down the
lonely street and rode back up to
house Number 12. As i stopped in
front of the place, i made a small
noise that was enough to let the
occupants of the house know that
someone was around.
As expected, Mr Clement came out
of the house to pick up his
newspapers.
”Do you have a fire light Sir” i
said while my face was facing
downwards. A stick of cigarette
was hanging from my mouth.
”Yes, let me get it for you”. He
said.
I had already climbed down from
my bicycle and was standing
opposite the entrance of his
house.
”You didn’t bring a newspaper for
us yesterday. There was
something i needed to check on
the jobs section but i didn’t see…”
Mr Clement was saying.
He had left his door slightly ajar
while going back into his house to
get the fire light for me.
He had suddenly stopped and
looked back as he heard a little
loud thump of the door which had
just closed behind me.
”Mr Please wait outsi….”
Clement stopped his statement
mid way as soon as he saw the
gun pointing directly at his chest.
”Sit down” i said quietly.
His hands were already on his
head before i could ask him to do
that.
In a very low tone, i asked him
how many people that were in the
house.
”Nobody, my wife just left. I am
alone here Sir. Please what do you
want” he said with his eyes wide
open.
”Sit down on that Chair” i said as i
pointed to the single long sofa in
the middle of the sitting room.
He quietly obeyed.
”Are you sure there is no other
person in this house? If i happen
to see anybody else here, i will
shoot you between the eyes” i
said.
He repeated that there was no
other person except him.
”Where are your phones” i asked.
His face brightened up before he
could say the next word. I had just
removed the face cap that covered
my face and he had suddenly
found out who i was.
”Clement i asked for your phones,
where are they” i said again.
He pointed at the small dinning
table where two mobile phones
were. His mouth had suddenly
became dry and he couldn’t say
any more words.
”Let me warn you, i came here for
you and not to steal anything from
you. I am sure you know that,
therefore if you try to be James
Bond, i will kill you. As you can
see, this gun has a silencer, what
it means is that nobody will hear
any noise if i shoot you. Secondly i
don’t care what happens to me
after i might have killed you. Stay
quiet and answer my questions,
then i might consider not killing
you” i said.
I walked to one of the dining
chairs and sat down while still
pointing my gun at him.
”Do you know why i came here” i
asked.
He said he didn’t know.
”Why did you send people to kill
me” i asked.
He didn’t say a word.
I got angry, picked up a small
metal side-stool and threw it at
him. It cut him squarely on his
chest and gave him a wound.
Small blood could be seen staining
his white Royal lobe.
”Here comes the question again” i
said as i picked up another side-
stool.
I was a little far from him, making
sure that the center glass table
was a barrier between us. The
table was the security from any
surprise attack on me. I was still
scared that someone else could be
in the house. I had hoped that the
crash of the side-stool would
bring out whoever else that was in
the building but since nobody
came out or said anything, i
assumed that he was really alone
in the house.
”Why did you send people to Kill
me” i asked again.
He was looking straight at me
with so much fury in his eyes.
”I didn’t send people to kill you”
he said and kept quiet.
”What did you send them to do
Mr Clement”? I asked.
”I don’t know what you are talking
about. I didn’t send anybody to
kill you or do anything to you”. He
said.
”Mr Clement, this is not a court
room or a police interrogation
cell. This is just you and me and i
happen to be the one with the
gun. I don’t like lies. Someone i
didn’t know before pushed me
into the lake to drown and die. I
managed to stay alive just to
witness this day and how you will
feel about not being in control. I
remember what you said the day
police left both of us together. I
remember getting your number
and calling you not to attempt
anything silly. I remember sending
Billy to ask you not to try anything
stupid. I remember sending other
people to you not to try anything
about what happened between me
and Ikenna. Mr Clement, despite
all those things, you still went
ahead and contracted people to
kill me. You gave them a mere
€300 to kill me. Is that what i am
worth to you?” i said.
He kept quiet again.
I quietly dropped the side stool i
was carrying with my left hand
and pointed the gun on his leg,
then i squeezed the trigger.
A bullet caught his left leg and he
let out a wild cry while clutching
the point where the bullet hit him.
”You relocated all of a sudden
because you knew people would
be suspecting you if anything
happened to me. Now that you
have done your worst, what do
you expect from me? If you lie to
me once more, i will end your life
here and now” I said.
”Why did you send people to kill
me?” i said again.
Amidst sobs and tears, he started
talking.
”I was angry because of what you
did to my brother and as if that
wasn’t enough, you packed my
people in one place and called the
police. If it was you, would you
not do something about it” he
said.
”Mr Clement, Death is different
from deportation. Death is the end
of everything. If you had killed
me, the war would have been
over. I wouldn’t have had this one
last chance to fight you. That is
what death means” i said as i
raised the gun again and pointed
it on his right leg.
” The best revenge is
to be unlike him
who performed the
injury.”

thanks tho you did it dirty!!
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I prefer doing mine clean without trace since the sea is around.
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*To everybody*NEVER OFFEND THE WRONG PERSON

Oga Zubby's story is an eye opener....what i've learnt so far.Human beings are different some 4give easily,some never 4gives also not everytime you help someone there must be something to gain in return.Yea Zubby could go to the extreme in some cases but he has helped people selflessly.

fingers crossed, waiting to see where this is headed.

Chapter 59:
The second bullet cut through his
thigh as he screamed once more.
Nobody could hear him from the
outside since every building was
usually padded due to the harsh
cold weather.
”This gun is loaded with 12 pieces
of dangerous bullets. You have
just received only two of them.
More will be heading your way if
you don’t answer my questions
once more” i said.
”I know that you must be thinking
of how to finish me off if you get
another chance. Mr Clement, you
may get another chance but know
this: I have sent people down to
your village in Nando and they
have found your parents. If
anything happen to me over here
in Europe, your people will be
murdered. I will continue with my
questions now” i finished.
Mr Clement was bleeding from
three different points on his body.
”Please i won’t try anything again.
Don’t kill me. My mother is sick
and i am the one responsible for
her. Please have mercy, i won’t
ever come after you again. I will
forget what happened” Clement
said.
He was visibly in pains.
”I am going to leave you under
one condition. I don’t want you to
tell anybody that i came here. If
you do, i will definitely hear it and
when i hear it, this war will
continue. Remember what i said
earlier, i am not afraid to die. If
this war claims my life, so be it
but be rest assured that if i ever
come for you again, it will mean
the end of you. Do you
understand?” i asked.
He nodded numerous times and
continued his sobbing.
I picked up his two phones and
removed the batteries and
simcards, put them inside my
pockets and got up.
Beside the television, was also the
house phone. I walked to it and
disconnected the network cable
from the wall, then pulled the
cable out of the phone box and
put it inside my pocket as well.
”I am leaving now Mr. Clement. I
will stay outside and wait a little.
If i hear any noise from you, i will
return and finish you up” i said.
As i opened the door to go out,
my phone started vibrating inside
my pocket. I pulled it out and saw
that it was from Robin. I dropped
it back into my pocket and picked
up my bicycle, the day’s job was
over. As a matter of fact, the
newspaper job was over.
I mounted my bicycle and started
riding out of Ijburg. I had put back
my face cap which covered my
face.
People had started going to work
as i heard some car engines
coming at my back. I was sure
nobody would pay much attention
to the peasant boy who
distributed newspapers in early
mornings.
As i rode down the rode out of
Ijburg, i diverted right to a
neighbourhood in Diemen where i
knew that Nigerians didn’t reside.
I got to a small Isolated Canal and
threw the phone components
inside the water. I also threw the
entire newspapers inside the
water and continued riding
Northwards. I came across an
abandoned old building and
packed the bicycle inside it, Then i
walked a few meters to the road
and started waiting for a cab.
Less than two minutes later, a
young lady stopped to give me a
lift.
”Where are you going Mister”?
The lady had asked.
I told her i was going to the
Centrum.
She opened her passenger door
and i entered.
”Why are you out here in this cold
weather” she asked me. She spoke
good English.
I told her that i had missed
direction and had found myself
there.
She asked where i came from and
how long i have lived in Holland.
I became suspicious and started
giving her short answers.
I called Ricardo from inside the
car and told him to meet me in
front of a popular coffee shop
opposite Central station.
I had spent only 15 minutes
before Ricardo arrived with his
cab. I had pulled off my Jacket
which contained the gun and hung
it carefully on the Chair where i
sat. I wouldn’t have removed it
but since everyone inside the
coffee shop had removed their
own Jackets, it could raise some
suspicions if i didn’t.
When Ricardo came, i picked up
the Jacket and went outside.
He was seated in front of the cab
with the driver. I opened the back
door and sat inside the long chair.
”Driver please take us to Schiphol
airport train station” I said.
The driver said something to
Ricardo in a strange language
before engaging his gear.
Ricardo turned to me and asked
me how the operation went.
I looked at the driver but Ricardo
told me that it was Ok to talk.
I told Ricardo that i didn’t want to
talk but that everything went fine.
I pulled out my wallet and gave
Ricardo €400. He took it and
smiled at me. I pointed to the
jacket lying on the backseat and
nodded. He understood what i
did.
We got to the train station at the
Schiphol airport and separated.
Ricardo and The driver left while i
walked down into the station and
bought a ticket to Belgium.
The Belgium train which left from
Schiphol airport was already there
when i came. Since Schiphol was
the largest International airport
closest to Belgium, the people
from that Country used it. As a
result, trains to Belgium left the
airport every hour.
We got to Belgium before 12pm.
We had stopped at the large
Brussels central station where i
had walked out of the station and
took a cab to my guest house.
As soon as i settled down, i called
Robin. He asked where i was and i
told him. He was clever enough
not to mention anything about
Clement.
I told him to be on alert for any
strange news.
Since the Clement incident
occurred in Ijburg, i knew that it
will take days before the news
could spread out to Bijlmer.
At around 1pm that afternoon, I
picked up my Belgium phone and
started making calls. I called
people in Holland. I called
Germany and even Nigeria. I
wanted many alibi. Things could
get messy later but i knew that it
would be very difficult for anybody
to bring me back to Amsterdam
anytime soon.
My Portuguese resident permit
was about to expire. I needed to
start working on a new resident
permit since i wasn’t going to
Portugal for renewal.
The only people giving out
residents permit then was France.
It was clear to me that my next
destination was France, but i
needed to rest in Brussels for a
few days.
” Not forgiving is like
drinking rat poison
and then waiting
for the rat to die.”

Chapter 60:
Since i wasn’t doing anything in
Belgium, i started making some
unnecessary phone calls. On one
of those calls, i had contacted
Chinelo in Lagos. She was in
jubilant mood but first, she
blamed me for not calling her for
long. I had changed my phone and
didn’t give out the numbers to
Chinelo and my Cousin Andy.
According to Chinelo, they had
asked for my number from my
elder brother who claimed that he
didn’t have the new number as
well.
There was some good news in the
air. Chinelo was getting married
and it was to Andy my cousin.
I had hoped and waited for that
news but ofcourse i wasn’t going
to enforce my wish on anybody.
They had already gone to Imo
state for introduction.
Chinelo couldn’t contain her
excitement as she told me
everything that has happened
during the period they didn’t have
my phone number. She was
already two months pregnant and
the traditional/Church wedding
was coming up.
After talking to Chinelo, i called
Andy who also confirmed
everything Chinelo said.
I called my mother in Enugu and
she also confirmed that the
wedding was coming up.
I called Okey in Jakande estate and
asked him to release the bank
Cheque i had signed for their
wedding. I also called my account
officer and gave him instructions
to confirm the cheque for them.
I was happy for them, especially
for Chinelo. The young lady was
doing well. She had opened up her
own beauty Salon somewhere in
Tedi.
Andy, for some reasons best
known to him, had decided to
relocate back to Tedi in Ojo area.
It was around the area we both
lived together but not the same
building. They had rented two
rooms and parlour apartment and
lived together. I had also told
them to take over everything i left
behind since i was sure i wasn’t
going to stay in Lagos.
According to Chinelo, she was
doing well with her own beauty
saloon which had cost them some
big money to put up. She had
thanked me for the money i left
behind for the saloon and said
that her only wish was for me to
be present during her traditional
wedding in Imo State. She said
she would so much show her
mother the man who brought her
back from the world of
uncertainties in Accra and led her
to the Man she now loved so
much.
”Don’t worry, i will come to
Nigeria soon” i had told her.
I also called Ify and told her that i
had left Amsterdam. She
complained that she couldn’t
reach me for the past two days
and was worried that something
happened to me.
I told her that i was heading to
France but that i was still in
Brussels. She was very happy that
i left Amsterdam. She said she
was scared that something bad
would happen to me in Bijlmer.
She asked when i would end up in
Dublin, i told her that it could be
sooner than she thought. Little
Samson was fine and growing. He
had started smiling and had also
started to recognize the mother.
They had registered at the foreign
office and their resident permit
was being processed fast since
she already had a resident sticker
from Holland. It was good for
them.
I called Napoli and told Maria that
i was in Belgium. I also told her
that i was going to Paris. She
asked that i come to Napoli
instead. I promised her that i will
soon be in Napoli but that i
needed to visit France first.
Three days after i hit Clement, the
news started filtering out into
Bijlmer. The Nigerian community
got the wind from nowhere. It had
become talk of the town.
According to Robin, some
unknown men had gone to Ijburg
and shot Clement twice on both
legs. The news was that the men
had worn masks which prevented
Clement from seeing their faces.
The Amsterdam Police had put up
€5000 for information that will
lead them to the two men who
had shot One Mr Clement.
Despite the fact that Clement was
a Dutch citizen, he was still a
black Nigerian man. If the same
thing had happened to a white
Dutch citizen, the police would
have put up more than €100,000.
In other words, it meant that they
didn’t really care what happened
to a black man.
They will eventually come up with
a story on how it was a drug
related shooting or anything that
will dent the image of black
people.
I didn’t know what Clement told
the police. He might have told
them who i was and the police
might have decided to use the two
masked men as cover. It was true
that i warned Clement not to say
anything about me but i wasn’t
sure he would do what i said. I
might have also scared him much
with the gun. Maybe he didn’t
believe that i was capable of
locating him with a gun. Maybe he
must have thought that nothing
would ever bring me to Ijburg
where peasants like me were not
allowed to reside.
Whatever it was, i was already out
of the Country and luckly enough
for me, i had made a fantastic
choice of going to a guest house
where my documents were not
required for admission. If i had
chosen a hotel, they must have
demanded for my international
passport which would have been
dangerous for me.
My name was written all over the
African Bulletin Newspaper and if
the Police started hunting for me,
they must have circulated the
names around Holland and the
neighbouring Countries. Since i
haven’t heard any news
connecting the shooting to me
from Amsterdam, i assumed that
Clement actually didn’t tell them
about me.
Five days after leaving Holland, i
headed to Paris. I was required to
purchase TGV train ticket with my
passport and that was risky.
Therefore i opted to use Snoda
and pay more.
I had walked down from my guest
house around 7pm and walked to
the cab standing near the place.
”I want to go to Paris” i had said
to the cab man.
He said he wasn’t going but had
called another man whom he said
specialized in long journeys.
The new cab had arrived fifteen
minutes later and said that i will
pay €350 to Paris. I agreed and we
left for Paris around 8:30.
A toll gate welcomed us into
France. The border near Lille
which separated the two countries
had been demolished.
There was no immigration control
until we got to Gare Du Nord
magnificent train station. The
largest in Europe.
” Anger is just anger. It isn’t good.
It isn’t bad. It just is. What you do
with it is what matters. It’s like
anything else. You can use it to
build or to destroy. You just have
to make the choice”