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Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 2:53pm On Nov 05, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 4:22pm On Nov 05, 2013 |
6: COCAINE VOL 1 Chapter 6: Cocaine Vol.1 The Bijlmermeer or Bijlmer witnessed a plane crash in 1992 which destroyed buildings. The Local Government as a result, had decided to change the structures. Bijlmer was also referred as ‘Black arena’ due to the large presence of black people in the area. The crime rate was enormous which prompted the government to demolish some of the hexagonal grid buildings and built more expensive apartments to attract the middle class. Bijlmer also hosted the Ajax Amsterdam Arena Stadium and Amsterdamse Poort which was the biggest shopping mall in Amsterdam. The Ganzenhoef was another busy area apart from the Amsterdam Arena. Days after i arrived In Amsterdam, i did nothing except eat and sleep. I also used the opportunity to make calls to the people i knew in neighbouring countries. I called Maria in Napoli. She was happy to hear that i was in Amsterdam. She promised to fly with Ryan Air to Amsterdam in two days but i told her not to come. ”I am still squatting with someone. Just wait until i rent my own place” i had told her. Renting a place wasn’t the problem. The problem was that if you go to a new apartment, you won’t be able to learn the drug business. Dozie was supposed to teach me the rules of the business but he was a difficult person to associate with. Sometimes he would not talk to me for the whole day. He had also moved his dealings to a different place where i didn’t know. I wondered if he just didn’t want me to learn the business or just being wicked. I perceived that i was a disturbance to him. He would seize every small opportunity to blame me for doing this or not doing that. I knew someone else in Bijlmer. He was a cousin of mine whom i had welcomed back in Germany. I had thought him the asylum rules and stories and had sent him to asylum camp in Bremen. He had been posted out when i traveled to Nigeria and had relocated to Amsterdam while i was in Nigeria. However, he was still new in the business and was still living with someone else. I couldn’t move to his place. His name was Robin. I confronted Dozie once and asked him what people did to survive in Amsterdam since i had been living with the money i brought from Nigeria. He gave me a vague answer and said he was going to send some stuff to Austria. He asked if i had money to buy some small stuff to add. After some careful thought, i told him that i could add €1500. He was happy atleast or so i thought. On the day of the business, he had gone out and purchased some raw Cocaine. He had shown me the €1500 worth of the stuff and claimed that it belonged to me. I had watched as he grinded the stuff, mixed it with Ntugwa, a white powdered substance that was used to increase the quantity of the real cocaine. Depending on where the stuff was going, the Ntugwa was used at the rate of 50-50, 70-30, 60-40. 100 (%) was the measurement yardstick. Depending on the agreement between you and the recipient, you can also use the measurement yardstick. Depending on how Greedy you were, you can also use the yardstick. In Austria, the standard measurement was 60-40. It simply meant that you buy 60 grams of raw and pure cocaine and mix it with 40 grams of the white substance Ntugwa. Ntugwa was very cheap. If one gram of cocaine cost €30, one gram of Ntugwa would cost less than 1€. In Italy, the standard quality was 70-30. (Note that the first numbers represented cocaine). In Germany, the standard was 70-30. Scandinavian was 60-40. England was 60-40. Greece was 50-50. Most of the Eastern European countries were 40-60. France and Belgium were usually 80-20. Switzerland stood at 60-40 as well. But if you were sending to the United States, you dare not mix anything to it. Just tell them your price and allow them to mix it however they wanted when the stuff got there. However, due to the risk involved and the cost of the goods from Africa, our people would export Ntugwa from Netherlands down to west African countries. They would mix the stuff at 90-10 before bringing them to Europe. However that wonderful stuff called cocaine was a powerful substance. The pure unadulterated cocaine usually weighed 1.1 after cooking it with Ammonia. The way it worked was that if you measure out 1gram of cocaine and cooked it with ammonia, it would increase from the 1 gram to 1.1 gram. That was how the unadulterated stuff was determined. These kinds of unadulterated stuffs came directly from South American Countries; Brazil, Venezuela, Peru, Argentina, Chile, Colombia, Uruguay, Ecuador and the neighbouring countries. The people of Mexico usually sent their stuff to the United States. The 90-10 standard coming from Africa, when cooked, would weigh 1 gram or 0.98 gram. It would still be good but the point was that it had been tampered with. The South Americans had invaded the west African coasts of Senegal, Guinea, Liberia, Sierra Leone, Ghana, Nigeria, Togo, Ivory Coast and Benin republic. They had huge presence in those places. Since the European Union had more secured waterways, they had shifted the business to West Africa where they sold the stuff to local dealers who in turn send them to Europe, especially Holland. Holland was chosen ahead of other destinations because of their leniency on drug business. Holland had the largest seaport in Europe; The Europort in Rotherdam. Most of the drugs came through there. They also had one of the busiest airport in Schiphol Amsterdam. The Africans mostly transported their goods by swallowing them. It was a suicide attempt as one ball of the stuff could leak in the stomach and kill the carrier (bird). Every black inhabitant in Bijlmer had a small measurement scale of 120kg capacity. It was usually black and was sold in the open. Everyone also had ammonia which was a chemical used to wash the toilet but served a better purpose of cooking cocaine. Every one had small nylon waterproof bags as well and a special spoon that was used in cooking the stuff to determine the quality. ” Learn to use pain and pleasure instead of having pain and pleasure use you. If you do that, you’re in control of your life. If you don’t, life controls you” This chapter is dedicated to Thomas Okeke (aka Poka). Thomas was killed in South Africa last month. Go in Peace Poka. 9 Likes |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by Numerouuuno: 6:32pm On Nov 05, 2013 |
ZUBY77: Registration at the www.globalruns.com is open now.Hello zuby77,what message did you design the site to display after a successful registration. I'm asking this because despite trying to register twice,after clicking 'submit registration',it kept bringing me back to the 'fill in the form page'. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by Madawaki01(m): 12:12am On Nov 06, 2013 |
Let's go there,I hav successfully registered on d blog |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by veave(f): 7:11am On Nov 06, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 9:06am On Nov 06, 2013 |
7: AMC AND COCAINE Chapter 7: Cocaine vol 2. Everyone had grinder too which could be used to grind fruits and fresh tomatoes but also served in Grinding the Cocaine into dusts and mixing them with Ntugwa stuff. Cocaine business was a high risk business which involved avoiding the Police and other government agents. It also involved avoiding thieves, especially the Surinames and the Antilleans. Records showed that the Africans had fallen victims of the Antilleans and Surinames in many occasions. People had been killed for refusing to surrender their stuff to those rascals. They were usually identified by their hairstyles and intonations. Over 50% of their young men had dreadlocks. There were ofcourse some good ones among them but you hardly find them. They knew that the Africans were vulnerable since most of the Africans were illegal immigrants who had moved from neighbouring countries to Holland. Over 95% of the African immigrants in Holland had lived in other European countries such as Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Spain, Austria and the Scandinavia. They usually head to those neighbouring countries to take asylum and start raising money. When those countries begin to disturb them, they would pack up and head to Holland. The government of Holland hardly disturbed illegal immigrants in open places unless they caught you commiting an offence which would warrant taking your name and other data. Then they would discover that you had come from another country. They would send you back to that country. If you managed to get yourself free again from where they sent you, you could easily come back and stay in Holland. Unlike Spain and Portugal where one can apply for resident permit after some years of being a resident there, Holland didn’t do such. You MUST marry their citizen before you get their papers. The laws were relaxed recently and some positive provisions were made for illegal immigrants. Among the provisions were 1: You can apply for resident permit after 8 years if you managed to take asylum in Holland when you newly came. 2: You can also apply for permit if you managed to live together as partners with an European union citizen. Both provisions were positive developments which started recently. The Immigration department, through Queen Beatrice, also announced few years ago, that anybody who lived in the Country as from 2001 down could apply for permit if he or she had any evidence that shows he had been living in the country on or before then. As a result, so many people applied for the permit and were successful. Few Nigerian also had the Dutch Passport which was visa free to almost everywhere in the World. The African community lived in great fear all over Amsterdam as one could easily be deported back to anywhere. The Dutch Police also took it as a hobby to break into people’s apartments sometimes. They did that with the pretence that they were searching for illegal drugs. Although they succeeded in finding drugs in some places but never apologized to those They found nothing in their apartments. Unfortunately, the African immigrants were never allowed to attend schools until years after one must have gotten a resident permit. Hundreds of Africans who had residents permits of the neighbouring countries also lived in Holland. They lived illegally since such documents were allowed to stay in the country for a short amount of time. The lives of the African immigrants Holland were predictably the same. Wake up, eat, take a walk and go back to bed until there was a drug business to do. Few Africans had Afro shops where they sold foodstuffs and other Africa related items. Some were barbers, some did manual jobs such as cleaning, cutting flowers with machines and washing plates in Hotels and restaurants but almost everybody, i repeat, almost everybody was involved in the Drug business. The rest of the European union countries had complained that Holland was too free with drugs. Each time the heat was High, the authorities would arrest some petty dealers and parade them all over the news. The victims would be deported later and life went on. Marijuana was legalized in Holland. One could go to a shop and buy weed anywhere anytime. However, the Dutch authorities banned the weeds from being sold in stores in Bijlmer. The reason was because of the high rate of crimes in that area. People were being killed all the time in Bijlmer due to drug related issues. Some people who transported drugs to Amsterdam through their stomach had died as a result of some balls of cocaine refusing to come out. The people who were supposed to receive the traffickers (known as BIRDS) would readily abandon the apartment where the bird died and ran away. They would alert the police through anonymous calls that someone had died somewhere. The Police would then go to the apartment where the bird died and take him or her to the Teaching hospital located near Bulewijk and Amsterdam Arena. The dead bird would be operated on and the drugs would be removed and confiscated by the authorities. Nobody would go forward to claim the corpse of the dead person which would then be burned. Amsterdam was hell for my fellow black men. In some cases, some birds would spend days trying to bring out the drugs and when it became obvious that they couldn’t do that, they would panic and run to the same hospital where they would be operated on and the drug seized. In some cases, the birds would be taken to the airport and deported and in some cases they would be locked up for some weeks or months in Prisons. The name of the hospital was AMC ( The Academic Medical Center or Academisch Medisch Centrum). It was afflicted with the University of Amsterdam. They were experts n surgery and neurosurgery. (You can Google them up too). They were located in the bijlmer neighbourhood. The Africans were in a hell they created for themselves. There were no group or organizations that cared for the Africans. Everybody was on his or her own; Yes they were in hell. ” Men are so simple and so much inclined to obey immediate needs that a deceiver will never lack victims for his deceptions” THIS chapter is dedicated to all the victims of cocaine injection. 6 Likes |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by Situation: 9:23am On Nov 06, 2013 |
@Zubby please I can't seem to register on yur blog globalruns can yu be so nice to assist me my email:kimilin004@yahoo.com thanks |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 9:38am On Nov 06, 2013 |
Situation: @Zubby please I can't seem to register on yur blog globalruns can yu be so nice to assist me my email:kimilin004@yahoo.com thanks send me your desired username and password with emai to the phone number on my signature. i will register you from dashboard and tell you how to change it. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 9:44am On Nov 06, 2013 |
Starting from this evening, the updates here will be coming late, atleast two hours late from Global Runs. The www.globalruns.com is already scheduled to post updates twice daily. It may increase to three times soon. So far I have added enough updates to last for two weeks. The train is moving fast. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by obinoral(m): 9:44am On Nov 06, 2013 |
I could not access the site even after registring and a notificatios was sent to me. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by obinoral(m): 9:48am On Nov 06, 2013 |
ZUBY77: Starting from this evening, the updates here will be coming late, atleast two hours late from Global Runs.have register but i could access the last update. Username obinoral. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 10:00am On Nov 06, 2013 |
obinoral: have register but i could access the last update. Username obinoral. What is the error report? |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by obinoral(m): 10:17am On Nov 06, 2013 |
ZUBY77:i try to read the last update and it said oops for members only and have register. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by Nobody: 11:39am On Nov 06, 2013 |
I registered weeks ago but I was unable to read the last chapter @ globalruns; I'm unable to login |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 12:06pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
kolawaxxy: I registered weeks ago but I was unable to read the last chapter @ globalruns; I'm unable to login Try to register Again. We are still working on the site |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by annexes: 12:11pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
It seems d site is nt very active....i've registered, got d update on my mail buh cudnt view it. (Displayin error msg) how do i go bout it pls? |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 12:45pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
annexes: It seems d site is nt very active....i've registered, got d update on my mail buh cudnt view it. (Displayin error msg) how do i go bout it pls? Try again in a few minutes. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by Situation: 4:03pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
Situation: @Zubby please I can't seem to register on yur blog globalruns can yu be so nice to assist me my email:kimilin004@yahoo.com thanks ZUBY77:zubby I've sent the details to yu couple of hours ago please kindly confirm the process hmmm biko |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 4:42pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
Situation: check your email |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 4:46pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
The only black groups in Amsterdam were the Churches. We had Redeemed Church, Christ Embassy and others imported from Lagos. All they cared about was money. The only time i went to the redeemed was the day Bisi, a girlfriend of mine took me there one night. The first thing i saw on the wall was that ”If you don’t pay your tithe, God will not bless you”. That was it. I had seen enough and left the place. Money! Money! Money! Everywhere, that was what they wanted. I never for one day, saw any Church campaigned for the illegal immigrants to be given legal status. I never for once, saw any church took to the street to protest the injustices being metted out to the black race all over Holland. They were simply contented with the offerings and tithes they collected after telling us that our own blessings would come from somewhere in the sky. Yorubas had large presence in Amsterdam as well as Edos and Igbos. But Igbos were mostly single men who came for money. Yorubas integrated a little more with the system while Edos, divided into male and female categories majored in prostitution and Scamming. I had only seen one Hausa man there, just one. In Africa, the Ghanaians were the most in Amsterdam. News had it that there was a time when a single Ghana person would marry up to ten people in Ghana and bring them to Holland. Men: The man would go to Ghana and marry her sister in court, then bring her to Amsterdam only to divorce her in a year, then went back to marry another person in Ghana. Before 10 years, he would have married 10 people and brought them all to Holland. Women: The divorced woman would travel to Ghana and marry her brother or uncle and bring him to Holland. They would live together for a year or so until his papers were complete, then she would file for divorce, go to Ghana and marry another one. Before the Dutch government found out what was going on, half of Accra had migrated to Holland. The Dutch authorities had quickly put up a law that stopped the scam. They had stamped that if one got divorced, he or she would have to wait for years before marrying a non Dutch citizen again. As a result of the massive Ghana Scam, their presence in Amsterdam alone had surpassed the rest of the Africans. The Ghanaians could be seen driving Taxis and even public buses all over Amsterdam. Something you hardly see a Nigerian doing. On the other hand, Nigerians didn’t care about living long in Holland or anywhere in Europe. They wanted to make money and leave as soon as possible. The Igbos Championed the idea. Ask A Ghanaian how long he had lived in Holland and he would tell you that he had just came. 10 years in Holland for them was still ‘just came’ while 5 years for a Nigerian meant that he had spent a lot of time over there. The Ghanaians and Nigerians didn’t mix up very well. They claimed that Nigerians were arrogant and pompous while the Nigerians claimed that Ghanaians were Lazy and looking for free meal. Unfortunately for Nigerians, the Ghanaians were in Amsterdam long before they came. It meant that almost all the apartments we lived were bought or mortgaged by the Ghanaians. We had to rent them from the Ghanaians and pay them monthly. Some apartments which the Ghanaians paid as low as €200 monthly would be rented out to the Nigerians at the rate of €800 monthly. The Ghanaians who would have mortgaged another apartment would then take another €200 from the Money he made from the Nigerian and pay for the apartment where he himself lived. He would still be left with extra money at the end of the month. They made money through the Nigerians who made their own money through hustling and drugs. Since the Nigerians lived there illegally, they couldn’t take the cases to the authorities. In any case, it was still exploitation and illegal and everybody was scared to speak. I was once inspired to take up the case but unfortunately, my one months genuine visa had expired. I was then walking around with the Portuguese papers which i had used to travel home from Germany in 2006. I had requested for it to be sent back to me from Nigeria. As soon as the one month Visa expired, i had started using it to walk around Holland. I had no problem whatsoever using it in Holland. I had been controlled once in Red light district and was left instantly. But naturally, I knew that i needed to get another resident permit with the new passport since i had no intention whatsoever to continue with the old passport which was done in my absence. Some Ghanaians had somehow joined the Antilleans and Surinames to steal drugs and money from Nigerians. They would send their women to befriend the Nigerians and somehow find out when the Nigerians had drugs. The women would send information back to them and they would find a way to invade the Nigerians. The Nigerians didn’t help themselves either. They wore the best cloths, bought the best shoes and foods, drinks and every other expensive thing they could find. In the Night clubs, Nigerians would buy many bottles of expensive brandy, whisky and cognac. Hennessy and Moet were their trade marks. Hennessy which sold at €23 in the street were sold at €100 inside the GrandCafe and Passion night clubs situated in front of the Ajax stadium in Arena boulevard. The two clubs were ran by Nigerians (Igbos). They operated every other night except Mondays. Nigerians would show up daily to showcase how rich they were. Some would even use as much as €500 note to write their phone numbers for women. Antillean and Ghanaian ladies would troop inside the clubs to hook up with the Nigerian showmasters. The Nigerians would buy them drinks in quantum and take them home afterwards. Things happened in Amsterdam, the European capital of drugs. Since Dozie was so mean to me, i waited patiently for a break. I knew it was only a matter of time before i stumble on something. I had no option than to wait and observe. I loved observing new things anyway. ” You can’t believe everything people tell you – not even if those people are your own brain” 5 Likes |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by obinoral(m): 5:35pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
I still cant access the site even after registry? |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 5:58pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
obinoral: I still cant access the site even after registry? If you registered before yesterday, please register again. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by obinoral(m): 6:23pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
ZUBY77:ok bro. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by plainmirror(m): 8:25pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
Pls how much does it presently cost to get an international passport in any nigerian ambassey. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by bigx(m): 9:00pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
plainmirror: Pls how much does it presently cost to get an international passport in any nigerian ambassey. 20k I think, paid that and got mine same day mid last year from Immigration. Through the normal procedure I think it costs less |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 9:26pm On Nov 06, 2013 |
plainmirror: Pls how much does it presently cost to get an international passport in any nigerian ambassey. The official price is about €500 but you will end up paying €800. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by Fayrouzz(m): 7:18am On Nov 07, 2013 |
@ Zuby.. That site is not friendly at all.. Have been trying to register since yesterday and after filling the form, the whole stuff jst wipes by itself.. |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by haykins01(m): 7:27am On Nov 07, 2013 |
Fayrouzz: @ Zuby.. That site is not friendly at all.. Have been trying to register since yesterday and after filling the form, the whole stuff jst wipes by itself..Its d same with me 2...Or should we send d details asked 2 the number on d site so u can register 4 us?...jst saying |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by desertboom(m): 9:22am On Nov 07, 2013 |
I registered the other time yet could not login, I want to register this morning again yet it failed, I want to read failed. Everything, I try to do on globalruns has been failing. What do I do? |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 10:17am On Nov 07, 2013 |
Chapter 9: The beginning. Going back to how it started, My Father (RIP) died two days after i entered Amsterdam. I had gone out to buy cigarette since i smoked then, and got a call from my elder brother. It was on a Saturday. A suitor was coming for my immediate younger sister’s traditional marriage that very day. I had bought a bottle of Hennessy to celebrate with them. I got the call from my elder brother. It was shocking since the man wasn’t sick in anyway. He said the man had slumped inside his room and was taken to hospital, he had died a few hours later. I had proceeded to the kiosk and bought my Marlboro menthol, then returned back to the house and opened my drink. Dozie came in from gym and i told him what happened. He had sympathized with me and joined in the drink. It was weeks after my father’s death before Dozie had announced that he had bought some drugs worth about €1500 for me. I didn’t know how it was sold or measured or mixed. I just had to agree with whatever he said. I had stood and watched as he grinded the stuff and mixed them with Ntugwa. He had also employed two people who had tied the stuff in 10gram balls each. After tying the drugs, someone had come in the middle of the night to swallow them. We had cooked Okro soup which he used to swallow them for easy injection into the stomach. The bird, as they were called, had swallowed 80 balls of the stuff which amounted to 800 grams of cocaine. He was not able to swallow the whole 1kg of the stuff. As a result, 200 grams/20 balls were left behind. Dozie had wickedly announced that my 100gram was among the leftovers. He promised that it would follow the next move which i wasn’t sure when it would be. I had no option than to wait. He had also given me the 10 balls that he claimed was the worth of my money to keep. I hid them inside my bag and forgot it there since i didn’t know what to do with them. One afternoon, i ventured out alone to the Amsterdamse poort and met Mike. Mike was from Nkpor in Anambra state. He lived in Venserpolder area of Bijlmer. We introduced ourselves and got to know each other. He told me where he lived and said he lived alone in a two room apartment. I had also told him my predicament with Dozie. Mike said that i could come to his place and stay if i wanted. But he warned that i would be contributing some money to pay the rent after each month. It was the best news i had heard in Amsterdam. I had told him that i would move-in the following day since i still had to sit down and discuss my departure with Dozie. I also wanted to buy some drinks to say thanks to him since accommodating someone wasn’t that easy. People were too mean and wicked in Amsterdam. Everyone wanted to be n his own. No one wanted to help anyone including accommodation. It was survival of the fittest for newcomers. After following Mike to his place, i went back to our apartment with a bottle of Hennessy. When Dozie returned, i told him that i would be moving the next day. I wanted to move out peacefully, he could claim that i stole something from him if i left without his notice. In contrast, Dozie had asked me to leave. I had spent over two months doing nothing in his apartment. He didn’t care what i did. He would do his business, buy foodstuff and cooked them himself. He wouldn’t ask if i was hungry or not. I would simply go and take my own food. I knew he would be angry but Naturally, humans couldn’t survive without food. Why should i care. He never asked me not to eat but his body language suggested he was not happy. I had become a nuisance for him. It was funny. He didn’t know what i was capable of doing. He had woken up one day and while going to the gym, he had told me to pack out before he returned. I knew a day like that was coming but i wasn’t ready anyway. I had hoped to do at least one two business deals before finding my own place but i didn’t see the opportunity. It was his last ‘pack out’ warning that propelled me to the Amsterdamse poort where i met Mike and started telling him the story. He had asked me to join him. ”I bought this drink for you Dozie” i had said. ”I don’t need your drink, i told you to leave before i come back” he had shouted. ”The drink is to thank you for accommodating me for so long. I am leaving now”, i said. I kept the drink on the glass table and picked up my bag. He watched as i opened the door and walked out. I took the lift and went down to the ground floor, then i stopped a cab and took it to Venserpolder. Mike said that he knew Dozie. Everybody knew almost everybody in Bijlmer. He said Dozie was never a good person but i tried to remind him that he had the right to boot me out. I was never afraid of such things. The reason why i even spent up to that amount of time with him was to learn the ropes of cocaine business but unfortunately i didn’t learn anything from him, not even the simplest basic things such as cooking cocaine with ammonia or tying it. It was wasted months but i didn’t care much. I had time. As i settled with Mike, he was fun to be with. He laughed at jokes and made jokes too. Things Dozie never did. I played playstation with Mike daily as we waited for business deals. Mike knew how to tie cocaine balls very well, therefore people would bring the stuff for him to arrange. I would help grind them and watched as he tied them. I Started learning. It was then that i learnt how to cook and measure the stuff. Mike would take me to night clubs in Central area of the city. He didn’t like the way Igbo boys bragged in the closer night clubs. His girlfriend who was half Dutch – Half African would come and cook for us sometimes. I wasn’t yet doing business but i was getting used to the system. My money was going down gradually. The good news was that i had 100 grams of cocaine in my bag which nobody knew about. I had planned to send it out to Austria whenever the opportunity came. I had told a friend of mine from my town who lived in Austria about it. ” Giving up doesn’t always mean you are weak … sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go” 3 Likes |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by oladimeji101(m): 10:19am On Nov 07, 2013 |
desertboom: I registered the other time yet could not login, I want to register this morning again yet it failed, I want to read failed.Seconded. Zuny I think u should find a lasting solution to this,av been getting updates directly to ma mail before buh stopped all of a sudden and I tried to register again and kept taking me back to registeration page. Do something plz. Still following tho |
Re: Life On The Run: Season 5. Life In Amsterdam. by ZUBY77(m): 10:35am On Nov 07, 2013 |
^ Working on it now. Try to clear your cache and register again. 1 Like |
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