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Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 4:29pm On Dec 15, 2013 |
Prologue: Amsterdam became hot for me. I had no other better choice than to leave. I had made a mental list of the next destinations. Since i had always loved to live in the capital cities of any Country i visited, I chose Paris. My Portuguese Resident permit was going to expire in a few weeks time. Since i didn’t want to go down to renew it in Lisbon, i had decided to go to Paris and apply for a new one. There in Paris, my Life changed when i met Naomi and Lisa. Naomi was a beautiful young girl i found on the cold streets of Paris, Lisa was her best Friend. Like hundreds of other young black girls, Naomi was brought to Europe by a woman named Aunty Franca. Naomi had fallen in love with me and as a result, i had planned on how to start paying her Aunty the rest of the money Naomi owed. But something happened. Aunty Franca sent his shake-down thugs to my apartment. They threatened to kill me if i didn’t leave Naomi. Since i hated threats coupled with the fact that Naomi wouldn’t leave me, i had decided to face the thugs and Aunty Franca. Get ready to go round the beautiful city of Paris in a suspense filled, dangerous runs of Ozoigbondu 1. ” A good solution applied with vigor now is better than a perfect solution applied 10 minutes later” This Season already kicked off at www.globalruns.com 3 Likes |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by Nehemiah459(m): 10:41pm On Dec 15, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:20am On Dec 17, 2013 |
Chapter 1. Meeting Naomi. I arrived in Paris in the Early hours of that Friday morning. Since i didn’t know anywhere in Paris, i had asked the cab driver to take me to the area where i could find a cheap hotel. Since he was a black driver who had been to Paris many times, he took me to an area called Mercadet-Poissonniers where tens of black young sex workers were seen loitering around. He had stopped me near a bus stop where i stood for a few minutes contemplating my next move. ”What are you doing here” a voice said behind me. It was that of a beautiful black young girl of about 18 years. She was alone and i wondered what she could be doing there alone by that time of the night. ”What do you mean by that question”? I asked. She said the point where i stood belonged to her and that the point was where she stood to look for customers. Customers? Oh she meant men who wanted sex. ”You sound like a Nigerian, are you”? I asked. She said that it was none of my business where she came from and said i should leave the area if i didn’t come for sex. ”I just came to Paris and i need a cheap hotel to stay for the night” i said. She pointed down a small street and said a hotel was located over there. ”How much will it cost you to stay with me until mid day tomorrow” i asked. She said she would take €150. ”Alright lets go and check out the hotel you mentioned” i said as i grabbed my luggage and pulled her frail body with the other hand. We walked down to the street and found the hotel she mentioned. It wasn’t a five start but i didn’t need a five star hotel. I had just arrived in a new city and Country. I needed to be very economical with money since it wasn’t certain where i was going to end up. After convincing the hotel receptionist that i would spend up to a week with them, he agreed to take €30/day from me. I paid for one week and took my bag and my new catch upstairs. ”What is your name sweetheart” i asked. She said her name was Naomi. She was a teenager. Not more than 19. She was from Edo State of Nigeria. I would have been surprised at her age but ever since i fought the war against Madam Grace over Jennifer in Portugal, nothing about the Edo girls surprised me anymore. ”When did you come to Europe” i asked. ”Are we here for question and answers, i hope you are going to give me my money” she said. I opened my wallet and removed three €50 notes, threw them at her and asked her another question. ”How old are you Naomi” She gathered the stray Euro notes, stuffed them inside her small bag and turned towards me. ”I am old enough to Bleep” she said” ”Naomi, i think i like you and i need to know some things about you before asking you to remove your clothes” i said. She kept quiet. ”Alright, since you don’t want to talk, i think you should leave this place” i said. She got up and walked towards the exit door. ”Hehehe, i think you are forgetting something” I said. She opened her bag and brought Out the money i had given her, threw it on the bed and continued walking towards the door. ”Wait sweetheart. Don’t go, i won’t ask you any more personal questions” i said. She returned and sat on the bed. Something must have been worrying her about her journey to Europe. It was the same for many young women who somehow found themselves in Continental Europe. Some of their Masters and Madams who brought them to Europe never told them how things were going to work out. Although almost all of them knew that they were going for prostitution but so many things weren’t exactly the way they thought it would be. Weather for instance was one of them. Those young girls would stand under a temperature below Zero every night waiting for men. Sometimes police would come and chase them away. Some would be arrested and locked up for some days. Those were just a few of the things they didn’t expect. I knew these things from Jennifer, a young Prostitute i found in Lisbon who ended up being a single mother in Far away Berlin. ”Naomi, i need some whisky, where can i get it by this time” i said. It was almost 4:30am in the morning. She said we could buy it at a Night shop in Brochant. Brochant was an area along the road that led from Magenta and Gare Du Nord to Charles De Gualle Etoile and Champse Ellize. We got downstairs and walked down to Brochant. Due to the street lights that was hanging on the trees, it was difficult to know what time it was. We bought a bottle of Johnnie Walker whisky and walked back to the hotel room. ”What do you come to do in Paris” Naomi asked me. It seemed she had finally decided to talk. ”Nothing, i am just here to celebrate my birthday and look around the city” i said. She held my hand as we walked back upstairs. It was strange. I couldn’t figure out why she had suddenly turned from a stubborn little girl to all loving Juliet. Maybe she was up to something but i laughed out loud at the thought of her being up to something. ”Why are you laughing” she asked. I lied to her that it was due to the fact that i found a beautiful girlfriend in Paris. ”I am not your girlfriend” she countered. ”Really, we shall see about that Naomi” i said. We got into our room and opened our drink. I came to Paris with a lot of money. I had over €15,000 with me. I also left some money back in Holland as a back up should anything go wrong. The money i came with was hidden carefully inside a hole i had made around the belt hole of my Jean trousers. I had changed the money into €500 notes which made it very easy to carry along. I also left a little over €700 inside my wallet. I walked into the bathroom for my hot shower and when i returned, Naomi was nowhere to be found. She didn’t take my wallet or phones which were on the table. She also kept the €150. I gave her on the bed. I browsed through my wallet and nothing was missing. I couldn’t figure out what she had done. I quickly put on my clothes and went downstairs. ” Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.” 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:22am On Dec 17, 2013 |
Chapter 2: The hunt. I didn’t see Naomi at the reception hall. She had gone outside into the cold streets of Paris. I was tired and wasn’t interested in searching for anybody that morning. I just walked back upstairs and grabbed my whisky. Damn! What if she had poisoned the drink? Her behaviour was very strange and it would be so careless and foolish of me not to be suspicious, therefore, i poured the entire drinks into the toilet and kept the bottle on the floor. I didn’t ask for her phone number and i felt i should have done that. I was surely going to look for her. I needed to find out why she did what she did. It was a new one to me. I slept until 11am, before i got up and made some calls. I told Robin that i was in Paris. He told me what has been going on in Amsterdam. The new story was that Mr Clement confided in a close friend, that it was me who attacked him. People were doubting him since he had said the people who did that wore masks. The debate was that i wasn’t capable of doing such a thing and that none of the Igbos living in Bijlmer was even capable of doing such a thing. According to Robin, people were asking that i come out and tell my own version of the story and when they heard that i traveled out of Holland before the incident, none of them collaborated Clement’s story. I told him to give people my Belgium phone number since it worked in Paris. ”Don’t tell anybody i was in Paris. Give people this very phone number if they ask for it. Let them call me and ask me if i attacked Clement” i said. I knew that something like that was coming, therefore i had loaded the Belgium number with enough airtime to last me for a week or more. When i got down from the Hotel around mid day, i bought a new Nokia E63 at the Orange shopping mall near the Barbes train station. The Nokia E63 was my first shot at a smartphone and Qwerty buttons. I also subscribed to the orange network. When i called Robin to give him the France number, he told me that a hunt for me had been initiated by Some people. He said that They already searched for me in our apartment and that they didn’t believe that i was in Belgium. One of them eventually called me and when i answered his call, he started shouting and cursing. I had kept quiet for minutes until he finished shouting, then i told him that i would have killed Clement if i knew where he lived. The useless caller had continued shouting that he didn’t believe me. He asked that i come out of hiding and explain to the public that i didn’t attack Clement. He also claimed that i ran way with Ify and Samson. ”Please what is your name”? I asked him. He switched off the phone without answering the question and when i called back, he didn’t answer too. I had a more pressing issue that afternoon. My new girlfriend in Paris had disappeared to nowhere. It was important that i locate her and find out why she behaved mysteriously. I took bus 31 in Barbes and stopped at the Mercadet metro station. All the prostitutes i saw there the night before had disappeared. Non of them could be seen anywhere. I wondered what they did during the day time. Since i had no lead on Naomi, i decided to do something else. I called Nonso. He was a guy who lived with us in Bijlmer but had relocated to Paris to look for Resident permit. Nonso was delighted to hear that i was in Paris. He came to a Camerounian bar where i was waiting for him in Mercadet. ”I came here for resident permit” i had told Nonso. He told me how it was being done in France. First, i need to apply with a copy of the data page of my international passport. I also needed a permanent address in Paris where letters would be sent to me. I would be given an interview date. Then i would wait for the interview. He explained that the Authorities would sometimes check out the address i gave them before deciding whether to give me the permit or not. After explaining the methods, he said he could get me an address for a fee. He also said he could assemble other required documents such as a doctor’s report since the only viable excuse the French required was health related issues. He said i will pay him €4000 for the whole work. Since i had the money, i agreed. Before he left, i gave him half of the money to start work. I wanted to go out and look around the city of Paris but i didn’t know anywhere. I wasn’t prepared to do that too since i needed a camera. I walked back to the hotel to take my bath before coming out in the evening for ‘Operation locate Naomi’. I had bought another bottle of Johnnie Walker which i hoped to stay with until around 8pm when i will go out to check the areas where i found Naomi the night before. ”Where did you go”? The voice said behind me as i walked up the stairs to the second floor where my room was. I suddenly looked back and saw Naomi. She was sitting at a mini bar on the left hand side of the reception. I ignored her and continued my walk upstairs. She followed me. I had decided to ignore her and see what she would do. I was surely going to go after her if she had suddenly decided to leave the hotel due to my attitude. As i opened the door, she caught up with me. ”I asked where you have been, i have been sitting here for two hours” she said. ”How did you know that i have not checked out” i asked as we entered inside the room. ”You paid for one week” she said. I sat down on the bed and opened my whisky. ”I hope you are not angry with me” Naomi said as she put her hand around my neck. I sipped a mouthful of whisky and swallowed it before talking. ”I am not angry Naomi. Atleast you are not a thief. But i want to know what happened” i said. According to her story, a customer who usually slept with her for an hour and paid €200 had called while i was in the bathroom. She said she knew i would not let her go if she had told me. She made me understand that if she didn’t go, the guy was going to call another girl. Naomi didn’t want to loose him. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:23am On Dec 17, 2013 |
Chapter 3: City of Paris. Before my arrival in Paris, i had heard so much about the city. I had taken out time to check the maps of the vast city. Paris had numerous underground Metro lines like Berlin. The roads in Berlin were a little wider than that of Paris. The reason was that Berlin was demolished during the WW2. As a result, Berlin had undergone rebuilding which prompted the German government to widen the roads. But Paris remained what it was from the 18th century, though one could see the maintenances and slow rebuilding of some roads and structures. Paris was also a city with huge nightlife but since i was still suspicious of Naomi and her motives, i decided that i wasn’t going out that night. We were going to hang in there inside the hotel. ”So how was the sex with the customer who took you away from me” i asked out of jealousy. She explained that the white guy wasn’t good at fvcking. He was a below average guy who didn’t last for more than a minute before releasing his sperm but would want her to stay and chat with him for an hour or more. I wanted to be angry over how easily and freely Naomi explained those things but on a second thought, i remembered that she wasn’t even seeing me as a friend. To her, i was just another customer who had agreed to pay and sleep with her. I liked Naomi. She was young, lovely and naive. ”Where do you live Naomi” i asked after sipping some more Johnnie W. She took the bottle of whisky from me, kept it on the table and declared that i had had enough for the moment. ”I stay with my friend Lisa in a hotel where we pay €40 every day” she said. The hotel was not far from where we were. ”Why not find a room somewhere in town and pay for a month since you people live here” i said. She explained that they were looking for a house but they had only succeeded in finding three bedroom apartments which they can’t afford to pay for. She also explained to me that she was still balancing €45,000 to the woman who brought her to Paris. It was the same old story Jennifer fed me back in Portugal. I had nearly died in the hands of Madam Grace in Portugal if not for luck and some clever moves. Here was another one of them telling me that she was balancing €45,000 to someone. I didn’t have that kind of money anyway and even if i did, i wasn’t going to just hand it over to a woman who will use it to sponsor more teenagers to Europe and the crime goes on and on. ”Are you still going to give me the money or should i go” it was Naomi. ”Sweetheart, you are not going anywhere. You are mine now. We are going out together to search for a house for you” i said. She looked at my face and said nothing. ”The €150 will be part of the house rent when we find a house for you. I will complete the rest but first of all, i want you to live at a decent place where i can be visiting you all the time” i said. The offer was a new one to her. Peharps she didn’t believe someone could do that for her. The truth however, was that i needed someone who knew Paris very well. He or she would be leading me around town because i wanted to explore Paris. It was going to cost money naturally. I was lucky that it was going to be a girl. Some other side benefits would come too; benefits that wouldn’t have been possible if my guide was going to be a man. ”I am hungry, lets go out and eat” Naomi said as she got up and threw her bag on the bed. We went downstairs and walked Down to Guy Moquet where a new Chinese Restaurant had been opened. We sat down and ordered for Rice. After eating, Naomi took me to the hotel where she lived with Lisa, her friend. Lisa was home when we arrived. She was a tall slim yellow girl of about the same age with Naomi. She was also from the same Edo state of Nigeria as Naomi. ”So it was you who kidnapped Naomi since yesterday and refuse to let her go” Lisa had joked as soon as we seated on the single bed in the room. We all laughed. ”She is a beautiful angel and she is going to live with me here in Paris” i said. ”Wait! wait! wait! What is going to happen to me if she goes to live with you”. Lisa asked. I told her not to worry since she was coming to live with us. Maria called me while i was still inside the hotel room of Naomi and Lisa. She asked when i was coming to Napoli. I told her that i will think about it and get back to her. I wasn’t going to Napoli anymore, atleast not in the foreseeable future. The major reason for Napoli visit was Maria. She was a woman just like the two ladies who were with me when she called. She was far older than them and frankly i preferred girls between 18 and 24. Maria was above that. Girls between 18-24 were easier to manage. The marriage pressure wasn’t too big on them yet but as soon as a Nigerian girl clocks 26, and above, she won’t think of anything else except marriage. Since i wasn’t settled yet, it was going to naturally be a mistake if i think about marriage. All along, i had always planned to get married when i am settled back in Nigeria. I liked Nigeria so much more than anywhere else in the World. If i had wanted to get married while still on the run, i would have gone for Jennifer or Ify. Those two were the ones that really came as close as possible. After spending time with Lisa, Naomi and i left to a small bar in mercadet where her co-workers frequented. There were numerous girls standing on their various spots waiting for men. They all looked as we held hands and walked down to the bar. Apparently they believed that Naomi had somehow managed to capture one money machine whom she was going to drain and abandon in no distant time. Little did they know that things never worked that way in the World of Ozoigbondu. Little did they know that i could spend €1000 just to find my missing €10. It was only a matter of time before they find out that one of them was going out of the street for as long as i remained in Paris. That was my intention. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:25am On Dec 17, 2013 |
Chapter 4: The Illiterates. Naomi returned to the hotel room with me. She occasionally reminded me that my €150. had expired, i didn’t pay attention. I knew that she would be happier when i finished my plans. Somehow she had started to suspend herself to me. Pathetically, those young girls were tired of the jobs they did for money. I associated more with the prostitutes in Europe for a reason. They were the only group of girls who were readily available to do anything. There were not many female Nigerian students in Western Europe. Most of them were in the UK or US. The few that we saw in Europe were too full of themselves. They believed that we who were the street soldiers were all illiterate, touts and criminals. Secondly most of the Nigerian female students over there in Europe already had one or more guys back in Nigeria whom they believed would marry them as soon as they finished whatever they came to do in Europe. Therefore, the only available ladies were the Sex workers. Most of the sex workers were already tired of life and were looking for a man to call their husbands. They preferred white and Igbo boys. With white men, they were assured of resident permits but with Igbo boys, they were assured of good welfare package. Within two days of meeting with me, Naomi started falling in love. I had also started treating her like a queen. I would hold her hand in public and feed her ice creams. I would carry her upstairs on our way back to the hotel. News had gone to her madam who summoned her in Mercadet. I had wanted to follow her but she declined. I wanted to meet that Madam to hear what she was going to tell Naomi. When she returned from the meeting with her madam, she had told me that she had been warned to stay away from me or anything called boyfriend until she paid up her balance which was still close to €35,000. I was almost tempted to initiate another war with her madam instantly but since i didn’t know when i would get the resident permit i came for, i had decided to stay calm and watch things from the sideline. However, one thing was clear; Naomi had become my girlfriend and i had also started to love her. It meant that there was obviously going to be a small war. It seemed that it was a curse on me. I seemed to attract small wars and fights wherever i go. But looking at it from a different angle, i didn’t see any offence i committed by loving a girl. I didn’t tell her to stop what she was doing or not to pay up her madam but she also has the right to love and be loved. On that single note, i decided that i will battle it out with Aunty Franca; that was her name. She had a cute little daughter called ‘Promise’. Three days after meeting with Nonso, He called me. He said that he had submitted my documents to the foreign office in the outskirts of Paris. The authorities had given me three months to wait before my interview. Since it was a long date, i decided to also rent an apartment rather than staying in a hotel. I started the hunt for an apartment by asking some black people i met on the streets. Eventually i got lucky. Ernest was an Edo guy who lived with his wife at a small town called Grigny Center. It was a town of about 20km away from the center of Paris. I had met with Ernest in Mercadet where i was drinking Jim Beam with a visitor who had come to see me from Hungary. We had talked about a new apartment and he had told me that he knew someone who had an empty one. We had taken a train from Gare Du Nord to the Grigny Center to check out the apartment. It was still available. It was two bedrooms and a parlour. The price was €600/ month. I paid for the apartment and went to the local shopping mall in the town. I bought two mattresses at €120, each, four pillows, two bedsheets, pots and some other items. We took them back to the apartment and arranged them. When i returned to Paris, i told Naomi that we were moving out of the hotel the next day. She had asked where we were going and i told her. We had spent our last night in the hotel discussing on how we were going to live. She had called her friend Lisa to meet us at the hotel with their bags. We had all slept on the same bed in the same room that night. It was a strange night and strange moment sleeping on the same bed with two young beautiful ladies. The following morning, we had hired a cab and drove to Grigny Center. The girls were extremely happy. They hugged me with every little chance. Since there was a gas cooker in the house before we came, we needed a small fridge and some electronics for the sitting room. We had gone out to the electronic shop and purchased those things. I had also called Robin back in Holland to send my laptop down to Paris. I also bought a big bag of rice and other food items. The entire project took a hit on my cash but i didn’t care. Money wasn’t going to stop me from enjoying Paris. It even crossed my mind at one time, to get Naomi pregnant and marry her. Despite my resolve to settle in Nigeria later on, there were times when i did get tired of life. During those times, i would consider settling down and starting a normal life of getting a job and raising a family. But it seemed that i was destined to explore more places. That was how i started living with two beautiful girls in the same apartment. Initially, Naomi slept with Lisa in their room. She would stay with me in my room until mid night, then she would return to their own room to sleep. But eventually, she started sleeping in my own room. We were practically married unofficially. She was also wary of Lisa. Naomi had gone out once and returned to find Lisa in my room. She didn’t say anything but i saw the look on her face, it was that of suspicion. Life in Paris started as soon as we moved from the hotel to Grigny. It was time to start visiting the beautiful places in Paris. Grigny Center was a town on the top of a hill. One could see the Paris Eifel Tower from there. Eifel was the tallest point of Europe. “There are some things you can’t learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life…the only college where everyone is a permanent student. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:26am On Dec 17, 2013 |
Chapter 5. Aunty Franca ”She is no longer returning €500 every week like we agreed. You are the cause of it. You will pay me my money if you want to marry her. Do you hear me? Don’t try me this man. I will finish you in this France if you try me” That was Aunty Franca on the phone. How she got my phone number remained a mystery. ”Oh no, not again” i said out loud as soon as she finished ranting. Judging by the way i was going with Naomi, it was obvious that Aunty Franca would interfere. I didn’t know it was going to be less than a week after moving with her. The first thing that came to my mind was to ask Naomi to leave my place but that would make me the greatest coward of all time. One thing i hated with these people was the way they always started with a threat on how they would kill me or destroy me. Who thought these people that everyone was afraid of threat? In life, i believed that each and everyone we meet in our lifetime was for a reason. Naturally, there were positive and negative reasons. It was always left for us to determine which one we should adopt. I was created not to run away from some troubles especially the ones i had a chance of defeating. As it was, there was a small chance of defeating Aunty Franca. First of all, i was alone in Europe. No children, no wife, no work and nothing to make me look back behind my shoulders. It seemed that the girls had no right to fall in love. That was the most wicked thing to do to any teenage girl anywhere in the world, no matter the circumstances. That was the age when they really fall in love. In the African context, as soon as a woman reached the age of 25 and above, marriage was usually the thing on her mind. Falling in love would become secondary. But love was the real thing when they were in their teens. That was the age, Jennifer and Naomi fell in. I knew what happened between me and Jennifer back in Portugal. She had completely given herself to me. It happened that way because she was just a teenager who had found someone she loved. Of course the love affair was going to delay their returns to their Madams. It was a naturally thing. If i were their Madams, i would find a way to manage the situations properly, not asking them to live in mental slavery simply because they had some money to balance you. That was not fair. That was not humane. I wrote my own laws and according to my laws, every woman has the right to fall in love. There is nothing anybody can do about that. I had called Naomi inside the room and told her what happened between me and Aunty Franca on the phone. ”Is she my God” Naomi had said with anger. That was the assurance i needed to stand behind her. I had called Aunty Franca back in the presence of Naomi. ”Aunty listen, i don’t have any problem with you. I came to Paris and found a young girl who loved me. You should not have any problem with that. If she owe you money, she can still find work somewhere and pay you. It doesn’t have to be through Prostitution” i had said. As expected, she had started shouting again. ”What kind of work will pay her €500 weekly to give to me” she had said. ”Aunty Franca, does it have to be €500 weekly? You can reduce it to €1000 monthly” i said. ”Is it your business how I take my money from my girls? I have warned you, leave her alone or you will see what will happen to you” She said and cut off the call. That was exactly the problem. These Madams had their organisations where they determined how much their various slaves would be paying. They had also put fears on the girls with one Voodoo or the other. What exactly was i supposed to do? Circumstances had brought Naomi and I together. I liked her too. It was true that she didn’t came to Europe against her wish, she must have known what she was coming to do in Europe. But still, we had all taken decisions that we regretted. As a result of all the issues with Aunty Franca and Naomi, i decided to overlook whatever Naomi was doing. I never asked her to stop sex work, i never asked her to stop paying Aunty Franca. I didn’t want to get involved with those Human traffickers again. I could still remember vividly, what i went through in Portugal while trying to rescue Jennifer. Jennifer who eventually betrayed the love i had for her simply because i traveled to Nigeria. Naomi could even do the same thing after i might have finished a useless war with Aunty Franca. The question on my mind was whether Naomi was worth fighting for. Peharps She was. For the time being, she had taken every domestic chores in the house. She would clean everywhere, wash plates, cook foods and grace my bed. What else could a man ask for. At a stage, i thought about looking for money to balance up Aunty Franca rather than fighting her. I had started going out into Paris to meet people. I would tell them that i had connections for drugs. I told them that i could bring in drugs into Paris if they would pay. I met a Romanian criminal in Grigny. He was a major drug distributor who knew Bijlmer very well. We were eating in th same restaurant when i heard him talking on the phone with someone. He was peaking English which meant that he was probably dealing with a Nigerian in Bijlmer. I had approached him and told him that i knew Bijlmer very well. He knew Bijlmer well enough too and as a result, we had exchanged numbers and started discussing about drugs. His name was George. George and I started dealing eventually. I had called Robin and asked him to send me some pure drugs. I had called George in my house and showed him. He had paid for them and took them. I made about €1200 in that single business. I saved up €1000 from it and sent the rest back to Holland. I had hoped to save up €5000 and start paying Aunty Franca installmentally until i paid up but something happened immediately after the first business. Aunty Franca sent two people to my house. They had followed Naomi back home and had criminally entered my apartment. “Will people ever be wise enough to refuse to follow bad leaders or to take away the freedom of other people?” 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:28am On Dec 17, 2013 |
Chapter 6: The two idiots who were sent to warn me didn’t know what they came for. They had followed Naomi silently until she opened the door. They had knocked immediately she closed the door behind her, she had opened the door without much thought. I wasn’t in the house when they came. I was at a business center checking my email when Naomi called me. She said some people were inside our house. I had asked who they were but the phone was immediately taken away from her. My first instinct was to call Police but i didn’t have French residents permit. I wasn’t allowed to rent an apartment in France. I had walked back to the apartment and knocked on the door. One of the fools had opened my door and allowed me in, then he closed the door behind and asked me to head to my sitting room me. ”Who are these people Naomi” i asked. She said they were the people who usually shake down girls for Aunty Franca and other Madams. ”Mr Man, we have come to warn you to stay away from Naomi. If she is the owner of this apartment, you better pack out. If you are the owner, you better chase her out. If we come here again because of this matter, we will deal with you” one of them said. ”You can’t do him anything, you thieves, you think i am afraid of you people” Naomi shouted. One of them slapped her and told her to shut up. ”Stop slapping my girlfriend” i said calmly. ”Or you do what” he had replied. I had decided to stay quiet. I didn’t know whether they came with a fire weapon or not. They also had an edge if a fight ensured. Naomi was just a frail skinny thing that only knew how to paint her fingers and not to fight. I on the other hand wasn’t a physical match for them. It would have been such a foolish thing to start a physical fight. I was supposed to let them be in control and that was what i did. Unfortunately for both of them, Naomi knew their names. She even knew where one of them lived. It was such a beautiful piece of news when Naomi told me that she knew their names. I couldn’t contain my happiness. Naomi had asked why i was laughing after telling me their names, i had told her that one of them looked funny. She didn’t buy into that. Efosa and Luke were both Nigerians. I suspected that they both came from Edo state too since it would be difficult for the Madams to entrust the shake down jobs to outsiders. ”If we come here again and meet you, we will teach you a lesson you will never forget” Efosa had said as they walked towards the exit door. ”Brothers” i said. They stopped at once and looked back. ”Come back inside, let us talk more about this matter” i said. They continued their exit out of the house. I walked downstairs behind them, trying to make them stop but they didn’t. They continued heading to the Grigny train station which was about 250 meters away. I made a small run and meet up with them. ”I want to say something before you go” i said as i stood in front of them. ”I believe two of You have girl friends and i believe you didn’t ask if they owed people money before getting involved with them. These things just happen. Tell your Madam that i will come and meet her face to face so that we can discuss how we will balance her money” i said. ”Will you get out of my way, i am not telling Aunty anything. Just stay away from her or you will regret ever knowing her” one of them said as he shoved me aside and continued walking to the train station. I walked back to the apartment and called Naomi. ”Call Aunty Franca and tell her that your boyfriend wants to speak with her” i said. She called Aunty Franca. ”Are you tired of following that useless man. You don’t want to learn from what i did to Purity. The same thing will happen to you” Aunty Franca shouted and hung the call without allowing Naomi to say anything. ”Who is Purity”? I asked. Naomi explained that Purity was one of the Aunty Franca’s girls who had died mysteriously in her bed after refusing to pay Franca her balance. She had started crying after telling me about Purity and her death. All effort i made to calm her down was futile. I had left her to cry until she got tired and stopped by herself. ”Now pay attention. Aunty Franca did not kill Purity. Even if she did, it must have been through Poison and not Voodoo. You don’t have to believe in such things as voodoo” i told Naomi. She didn’t say anything. She just stared at me like a ghost. The colour of her face had changed. I even got scared because i thought she was dying. For once, i almost thought i was witnessing voodoo in action. My little girl was dying in front of me. It was all because of me. If i had not met with her, those things wouldn’t have been happening. I was torn between rushing her to the hospital and pouring cold water on her. Twenty minutes later, she returned from the ghostland back to Earth. She even asked me what happened to her. ”You got scared of Your madam and almost died” i said. I told her not to be scared of the woman since she couldn’t do anything to her. The whole thing that happened had gotten me deeply angry. It had woken the beast in me. It had propelled me to change my mind about talking with Aunty Franca or meeting with her. I Had instantly decided that i was going into another war with a human trafficking cartel. If the war claimed me as a casualty, so be it. I wasn’t going to stand and watch Naomi die out of fear and trauma. The Gods sent me to Paris for a reason, i could have gone to any other Country but since i ended up in France, there must have been a strong unknown reason behind it. ”Get up and change your cloth, we are going to Evry” i said. Evry was a small town where Efosa lived with his girl. It was Immediately after Grigny through the Paris RER D Train Line. Naomi didn’t say a word. She went into the room, changed her cloths and returned to the sitting room. I got up and pulled her up as we walked towards the exit door. Time to meet Efosa again. “I want us to cool down for a while before we end up in graves” |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:32am On Dec 17, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:17pm On Dec 18, 2013 |
Chapter 7: Apartment 22. We got to the Grigny Center train station and waited for the train heading to Evry. It was a small town that served as the capital city of the Local Government. We had arrived in Evry and walked up to the shopping mall where we ate. Naomi was behaving strangely. She was still in shock. I was partially scared but didn’t want her to know that. Due to the problems that came up, i had forgotten that someone was coming with my drugs from Amsterdam. It was right there at the Evry mall that i received the call telling me that he had arrived in Gare Du Lyon, a large train station near Gare Du Nord. I had pulled Naomi up and took her back to the Evry train station. We boarded a train back to a restaurant where i had told the Bird who came with the drugs to wait for me. I could have told him to take a train to Grigny but locating the platform to Grigny was very difficult especially if one was a first time visitor. He could have also asked for direction but i didn’t allow that when someone was with my goods. I met the Bird at the restaurant where he was waiting for me. We took a taxi back to Grigny. I had called George on our way back and told him to come. George arrived with another dealer who paid cash for the drugs but before they left, i told them that someone was trying to kill my girlfriend. George had asked that i meet him the next day since they were going to distribute the drugs. When they left, i took a train with Naomi back to Evry. She took me to the house where Efosa lived with her girl. It was a 3-storey commercial house which also served as a library on the ground floor. There was also a restaurant across the road opposite the house. We crossed to the restaurant and waited while i took some drinks. Naomi didn’t take anything. She was behaving like a Zombie who was being controlled with a remote control. The bright exciting girl i found a few days ago had suddenly turned into a stone cold statue. Somehow i believed that voodoo worked. I had initially allowed Naomi to continue her sex work so that she can continue to pay her aunty but after carefully observing her Behaviour there at Evry, i decided that she won’t continue. If Aunty Franca wished, let her send the entire French Police to me. We waited for two and half hours before a cab dropped Efosa in front of the House. I asked Naomi to wait for me at the restaurant. I crossed the road fast and walked to the entrance door. It was open. I pushed it slightly and heard his footsteps walking up. I followed him quietly until the footsteps stopped on the second floor. He opened his door at the same time as i looked on from the passage way. His door number was 22. I made a mental note and started walking down. As soon as i opened the entrance door that led to the road, i stood face to face with Luke. ”What a-a-a-re you doing here” he stammered. I kept quiet and walked past him to the restaurant. He stood there watching me as i entered the restaurant. I came out of the Restaurant with Naomi and walked towards the right direction that led to the Train station. Luke was still standing there. He had brought out his phone and was making a call. We walked towards the train station but on a second thought, i pulled Naomi inside a coffee bar along the road and sat near the window where i could be watching the road. I ordered a cup of Capuccino and waited. Less than two minutes later, Efosa and Luke walked past the coffee bar and headed towards the train station. ”Stay here and watch out for them. I am going to their house. If they pass through here towards their house, call me” i said to Naomi. I looked outside and watched as they descended towards the station. They were more than 150 meters away as i walked back towards their house. I got to the house and climbed to the Second floor. A knock on door 22 Produced a black girl of about 19 years. She wanted to close the door as soon as she saw that i wasn’t Efosa but i pushed the door inside and walked in. ”Who are you” She asked. ”Is Efosa in” i asked. ”No, who are you and what are you doing here”? she asked again. I slapped her and pushed her inside the only room in the apartment, locked the door from outside, and then i went into the bathroom and picked up a bar of soap. ”That was for Naomi” i murmured. I returned to the entrance door and as i removed the keys from the door, my phone rang. It was Naomi. I picked the call. ”They are coming back now and they are running. I think they know you are there”, she said. I placed the key on the soft soap and pressed it down, turned the other side and placed it on the soap again, then pressed it and put the keys back on the door. I opened the door and went downstairs quickly. As i looked outside to make sure the coast was clear, i saw two of them coming up fast. Damn! I forgot that i didn’t seize the phone from the girl i locked up in the room. I walked back inside the building and hid under the staircase. Some seconds later, i heard heavy footsteps running up to the second floor. I walked out of the building to the road and called Naomi while walking fast. ”Stop a taxi fast, i am coming now” i shouted. I started running fast down towards Naomi. I figured that as soon as they found out that i was no longer in the building, they will surely start coming after me. I rounded a corner that led to the train station and saw Naomi standing outside with a cab. I stopped running but walked fast towards them. As soon as i put my hand on the door handle to open the car, i saw them running down towards us. They had obviously taken a shorter route which i didn’t know existed. Naomi had seen them and had jumped into the cab. A quick calculation convinced me that i should head to Paris since their next port of call would be to our apartment in Grigny. Yes, it was better that we ran to Paris first. ”Take us to Paris” i said to the driver. ”Monami, i don’t go to Paris” the Taxi driver said. “Hard roads are not opened by themselves; they are opened by some brave people” 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:21pm On Dec 18, 2013 |
Chapter 8: Quick Thinking. ”My friend, a riot just started in Evry and they are burning cars at the mall. If you waste time, they will burn your car” I said. ”What are you talking about” the Indian cab driver said. ”Oh my God, run, they are coming” i shouted as i looked back behind the car. The driver shifted down his automatic Gear lever from ‘P’ to ‘D’ and pumped the throttle pedal down. The grey peugeot 406 surged forward, screeching its tyres in protest. The Indian driver drove two hundred meters down the road before he said, ”What riot, what is happening my friend”?. I didn’t want to say anything since i was still breathing hard. Naomi was smiling at the back seat. She wanted to say something but one warning look from me reminded her that i needed her to stay quiet. ”I will stop you in Grigny Center, you can find another taxi there and go to Paris” the cab driver said. ”Please drive past Grigny Center and take us to Juvisy” i said. Juvisy is a railway station located in Juvisy-Sur-Orge, in the Essonne Department of Paris. It was a small town along the Paris-Bordeaux route. I had figured that if Efosa and Luke managed to get into another cab quickly enough, they would probably be headed to Grigny. As soon as the cab driver dropped us off at the Juvisy train station, we walked fast towards the city center. We got to a coffee bar and sat down to rest and plot our next move. ”I slapped her girlfriend for you Naomi” i said. She looked up at me and smiled. ”That was very good of you to take that revenge for me. That fool beat us all the time when we don’t have money to give to Aunty Franca” she said. ”Listen carefully Naomi, this problem just got complicated. Police may get involved. I need to know where you stand on all this. I want to know if you wish to forget about me and return to the streets of Paris” i said. She looked me in the eyes and said, ”I love you Solomon, i just don’t wish to leave you but i still don’t know what to do about my Aunty’s money”. ”You don’t owe your aunty any money Naomi. She is a human trafficker and every government of every Country frown upon that. You said you took asylum in Marseille when you newly arrived in this Country. The only thing that could happen to you is to be asked to leave Paris and return to Marseille. Marseille is also a nice city” i said. ”But what about you, what is going to happen to you if the police get involved” she asked. ”You don’t have to worry about me, i took asylum back in Germany and i have also submitted my request for documents here in Paris, the worst that could happen to me is to be deported back to Germany” i said. Naomi looked into my eyes again and said, ”I don’t want to stay without you”. I had no answers to her last statement. She was really in love with me. She was a teenager who had just discovered that someone really cared for her outside sex. Prior to the current problems, i had refused to touch her for days. She had asked me why I didn’t want to touch her and had accused me of not loving her. ”You have been sleeping with men since you arrived in Europe, how can you not be getting tired of sex? What i want from you is different from just sex. I am heading to Thirty years now and i need someone to be my best friend and my partner, not just a sex mate. If you wish this relationship to be about sex, then i am afraid you have chosen the wrong person” i had answered her. She had hugged me and started crying. She had suspected that i really loved her for who she was but after what i told her about sex, she believed it. The vibrating Nokia E63 smartphone inside my trouser pocket reminded us that we still had contacts with the outside world. I had brought it out from my pocket and found a strange unregistered number blinking on the screen. I had instantly suspected that it was either Aunty Franca or her thugs. As a result, i quickly pressed the Option button and switched on the recording application. ”Hello, who is this” i said. ”You want to try me in this Country. Do you know who i am? I am coming to Grigny Center and if you don’t open the door, i will break it and anywhere i ever see you again, i will kill you. Go and ask of Efosa in this Paris since you never heard of me” the voice said. ”You and your human trafficking Aunty will run away from Paris soon. I am going to report you to the French Police if you break my door. You people bring young girls to this Country and push them out to the cold streets to sleep with men because of money. You kidnapped teenagers and brought them to Europe. Your time is up in this Country” i said. ”Is it your business what we do with our girls? Do you know how much each one of them cost? I warned you to stay away from that girl and you refused. We are coming to Grigny. Just wait and see what will happen” he shouted and hung up. As soon as he cut off the call, the wonderful technology from Nokia Inc automatically saved the entire conversation. I punched a few buttons and listened as the conversation was replayed in a very clear tone. Naomi looked at me and shook her head, ” how did you do that, teach me” she said. ”Sweetheart, you need a smartphone to be able to do that’ i said and pulled her up gently from her seat, ”Lets go” There was a small old hotel in Juvisy. It was rumoured that the President of France slept there during the World War 2. We crossed the road and walked hand in hand up to the hotel reception. ”We need a room for the night” i said to the ugly old man behind a desk. ”That would be €30 Sir” he said. I counted the money from my wallet and handed it over to him. After writing down my names, we followed him to a room on the first floor. As soon as we settled down in the room, Naomi asked, ”What are we going to do tomorrow when we go out of here”? ”Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own” Holy Bible, Matthew 6:34. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:24pm On Dec 18, 2013 |
Chapter 9 ”George, do you know where i can duplicate a key” i said. I had called George to come to the hotel where we lodged. He was surprised to see us in that dirty old hotel and had complained that our apartment, a few kilometers away, was far better. I had told him what happened and showed him the soap i brought from Efosa’s house. ”I know a friend who can get us the key in Saint-Dennis. It will not cost more than €30 but they will ask for police report before they can work on it. But let me ask him about it” he said. George made a phone call to his friend and after speaking French with him, he told me that it could be done illegally but would cost €60. I gave him the soap and €60. When he left, i told Naomi to stay in the hotel. ”I am going to Grigny. I will be back before an hour. Keep this phone and don’t go out of the hotel. If i don’t return in one hour, call me on the other phone. If i don’t answer, take this phone and go to the Juvisy Police Division. Tell them that your boyfriend is missing and play the recorded message to them. Tell them that you also know where Efosa lives” i said as i handed the Nokia E63 mobile phone to her. ”I am coming with you” She stood up and said. ”Listen baby, i need you to be safe. It is for our own good. The mission i am about to embark on could get dangerous and require running. I can’t run fast if i go with you”. I explained. ”Please make sure nothing happens to you” She kissed me and said. I walked down the stairs of the old building and busted out of the road. Juvisy train station wasn’t far way, therefore i walked down to it and waited for the train to Grigny Center. When the train from Paris Gare du Nord arrived, i entered at the extreme end and followed it to Grigny. It was already getting dark when i came out of the Grigny train station. I walked to my apartment through the secondary route. When i got upstairs, there was no sign of Efosa and his friend. They didn’t break into my apartment. The lock was still good. Lisa was at home when i arrived. ”Did anybody come here looking for me and where did you sleep last night” i asked. She said that nobody came. She also explained that she had followed an old customer of hers to his house in Saint-Dennis near Parc des Princes, the Paris Saint Germain Football Club Stadium. ”Look Lisa, the rules have changed. I know that i am not your Madam or Master in this country but you live with me. From now on, you must call to tell me that you won’t be coming back. I can’t stop you from sleeping out but you must call first” I said. She looked at me unbelievably before entering into her room. I stood at the kitchen window and looked out to monitor the front of our building. My phone rang. It was Naomi. ”Hey baby, i told you to call in an hour not in thirty minutes” i said. ”I am just worried about you” she said and hung up. From inside the kitchen, i heard a bag dropped on the passage and a door closed loudly. It attracted my attention. I walked out of the kitchen and saw Lisa’s bag on the floor. She was crying. ”What is it” i asked. She ignored me and continued crying. I walked closer and hugged her. She continued crying on my shoulders. I rubbed her back as i held her and asked what it was that was making her to cry. ”Did anybody hurt you Lisa” i asked again. She shook her head, signifying that nobody hurt her. A quick thought alerted me to the fact that she could be crying because of what i just told her about sleeping outside. I needed to be careful with how i approached the matter. ”Is it because of what i said to you” she nodded in affirmative. Damn! I was too direct with my new orders. Those girls needed caring. They have been on the streets for long and the only thing people cared about was just to sleep with them. They all had complex problems which only few people understood. The obvious truth was that they were all prostitutes who slept with different men daily for money. The Madams and Managers who brought them didn’t care how they felt, their men from Edo state didn’t care as well. Their men only begin to care when the girls paid up the entire money they owed, by then, most of them would already be tired of sleeping with men. Then the Edo men would take them back to the streets to make more money by sleeping with men again after promising to marry the girls. Before the girls could find out what was going on, their ages would have been more than 30. Then the men would dump them and go for younger girls who had just finished paying up their own monies to their Madams. It was all like a recycling system of life where the madams bring the girls and after milking their energies dry through prostitution, the men would take over and milked them further until the girls demand for marriage which will naturally bring fighting and eventual separation. It was a pathetic lifestyle. Those girls needed love but they lived in a hopeless world. They were all over Europe especially in Italy and France. Most of them had gotten tired of life and could be seen walking around the streets like lunatics. The few who survived would save up money and joined the human trafficking cartel. ”I am sorry. It is just that if anything happens to you, the Police will come here to ask questions. I won’t hurt you again baby” i said. I had held her hand with one hand and with the other, i carried her bag and walked back into the room. Lisa had managed to stop crying and was about to remove the clothes she had worn when a big loud knock hit our apartment entrance door. I looked at Lisa and asked her to stay quiet, then i removed my shoes and tiptoed to the door. As i was about to look through the spyhole, the huge knock came on the door again. It was Efosa, Luke and one other guy i didn’t know. Since we lived on the 4th floor, jumping out of the building wasn’t an option. ”Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil” Psalm 23, The Holy Bible. 4 Likes |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 10:39pm On Dec 21, 2013 |
Chapter 10: Proverb Chapter 5. I tiptoed back to the room and told Lisa to go to the door and ask who it was. ''Don't open the door or tell them that i am here'' i said to Lisa. As she walked towards the door, i called Naomi and told her to quickly send me Efosa's number. ''Who is that'' Lisa was asking at the door. The thugs had asked that she opened the door or that they break it. In less than fifteen seconds, i received a message from Naomi. It was the phone number i asked for. I moved into my room where they couldn't hear my voice, then i called Efosa. The silly fool picked the call. ''I saw you and your friends going to my house. I have called the Police. We are coming there now. Stupid man'' i said and hung up. As i stepped out of my room to the passage, i heard quick footsteps running down the staircases. I walked to the kitchen and waited at the window. One minute later, i saw them walked out of the building and headed away from the road where they suspected that the Police would come from. ''What did they want'' a voice said behind me. It was Lisa. ''They are here to take you and Naomi back to Paris but don't worry, they won't take any of you away'' i turned and said. ''Please don't do that again'' i said as soon as i pulled my mouth out of Lisa's. Lisa had planted a kiss on my lips. I expected that something like that could happen someday. She was just a teenager who lived in the same place with me and Naomi. She had been seeing us practising romance all over the apartment. She had seen Naomi slept in my personal room. I had also opened their room once, to ask if she can go and buy fish to cook pepper soup, but had seen her totally naked. Her young breasts had dangled in front of me and she had smiled without making any effort to cover herself. I had smiled and made the mistake of staring two seconds longer than i should have done. Peharps she had translated that into green light. It was only a matter of time before she made her move on me. ''Lisa, i love Naomi. She will be angry with you if she finds out what you just did'' i said. ''She won't find out unless you tell her'' she said. I made another mistake. ''I won't tell her Lisa but she could find out, maybe catch us kiss-kissing or ...'' i said. The words wasn't flowing freely from my mouth. The top of her blouse was open and had exposed the base of her breasts. My manhood had started to get excited. She had noticed the bulge and had grabbed it. At that stage, i lost control of my mind. Some minutes into the session with Lisa, my phone rang. Since i was in the middle of hot romantic session with a young girl, i ignored the call. The phone rang again but i didn't look at it. I had continued squeezing Lisa's soft breasts while we were entirely naked. We had thrown our cloths on the kitchen floor and i had carried her to their room. I felt that it would be classified as 'cheating Naomi' if i had taken Lisa to my own bedroom which i had started sharing with Naomi. About thirty Minutes after the first ringing of my phone, i had rounded up my business with Lisa and walked back to the kitchen to get my cloths. I recalled instantly that someone had called me. I brought out the phone from the trouser and checked the missed calls. All the calls were from Naomi. Damn Women! How on Earth do they know when their husbands or boyfriends were with other women? I dialed Naomi's number back and she picked it up instantly. ''What exactly are you doing now''? i asked. I didn't put 'baby' or 'sweetheart' which i usually did. Lisa had walked behind me and was holding me through the back. She was still naked. ''I am in Juvisy Police station'' she said. ''What? Have you told them anything'' i shouted. ''Yes, i told them that my boyfriend is missing'' she said. ''Jeez! What else did you tell them and what did they say''? I asked. ''They said i should wait for an interpreter to come since i don't speak French. We are still waiting for them'' i said. ''Did you play the recorded phone call i had with Efosa'' i said. ''No, i haven't played it for them'' she said. Attagirl! ''Now listen carefully and do as i say. Walk up to one of them and tell him or her that your boyfriend have called you. Thank him and tell him that you are going'' i said. She said 'OK' and hung the call. ''Who was that'' a voice said behind me. It was Lisa. I had forgotten that she was at my back kissing my neck. ''It is nothing, go and put on your clothes now'' i said. She noticed that my voice was not friendly and left instantly. ''I am going out to check something. If anybody knocks on the door, don't open it. If the knock persists, call the emergency number. It is 112 and it is free'' i said as i opened the passage door and walked out to the stairwell. Naomi called me before i got to the Grigny train station. She had left the police station and was on her way back to the Hotel. She asked if the thugs showed up to our apartment and i told her that they didn't come. I needed to avoid her going into shock again. She had scared me when the thugs visited us. As i sat in the train heading back to Juvisy, i wondered why i didn't or couldn't resist Lisa. I knew that what we did was just the beginning of what to come since we lived in the same apartment. It was obvious that since i didn't stop her, i was going to be sleeping with the two girls until my time in Paris was up. Three months wasn't such a long time to live with the issue but it was still a long time for anything to happen. It seemed that i had no more option than to live with the problem. I just had to find a way to hide it from Naomi who already suspended her heart to me. I stopped in Juvisy station and walked up to the hotel room. Naomi had finished taking her bath and since she had no cloths except the ones she had worn the whole day, she was just wearing her tight body pants and Bra. As she opened the door for me, she looked into my eyes and smiled. ''Stay away from immoral woman'' - Proverb Chapter 5 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 10:42pm On Dec 21, 2013 |
Chapter 11: The Bad News George called me to meet him in Paris Saint-Dennis the following day. He wanted me to pick up the key over there since he couldn't bring it to me. I asked Naomi to go back to Grigny Center before i left. Our sudden vacation to Juvisy was over. I got to Saint Dennis and picked up the Key. On my way back, i stopped in Gare Du Nord and went up to Mercadet. I believed there was nothing the thugs could do in an open place such as Mercadet. The French Police were usually seen walking around each metro station. I went into a bar that belonged at an Ivorian young lady. ''Nigeriana what do i give you'' the lady said as soon as i sat down. ''Give me a bottle of Guinness stout'' i said. While drinking, i called Nonso. He met me at the bar. He was a little tense when he came but i pretended not to have noticed. After about ten minutes of his arrival, he sad, ''I heard that one man was shot two times in Bijlmer'' ''Really, how does that concern me Nonso'' i asked. After few seconds of hesitation, he said, ''They said you did it'' ''I called you here to check on updates about our submitted documents. I want to know if we received any letter from them. People don't get shot for nothing, he must have done something bad'' i said. After staring at me with fear and suspicion, he told me that we haven't received any letters. ''There are some people who don't receive any letters before the interview. If they send letter to you, i will call you'' he said. ''No listen, you sound suspicious to me. I know you submitted the documents but i am not sure you used a genuine address. You know i found an apartment after we submitted the documents. If you used a fake or non existent house address, please let us go back and tell them that i relocated. Then we can give them my address in Grigny Center. I am telling you this because if at the end of everything, i discovered that you didn't give them a genuine address, you will be in serious trouble in this Paris. First you will give me all my money back including the ones i used for transport, then you will get punished for wasting my three months''I said and got up. I gulped down the remainder of my stout beer and left Nonso inside the bar. That was usually the problems with silly people. Nonso was from Ukeh in Idemili area of Anambra State Nigeria. He might have been another Igbo man looking for easy cash to grab. He had told me the amount of money he would use to execute the entire project, i had agreed and paid him without trying to beat the price down. It was a good thing that he heard some bad news about what happened to Clement. I was sure he had made calls to Amsterdam by himself, just to find out if i sold someone's drugs and ran away to France to process my resident permit. Unfortunately that was what many people did. They had sold people's drugs and ran away to a another Country for one project or the other. If Nonso had discovered that i sold someone's drugs, he would have contacted the Owner in Amsterdam and told him that i was in Paris. He would have also given him my phone number and possibly, my address. The owner would have called and told me where i was and where i lived which could have triggered another running out of France or atleast out of Paris. Nonso would have found a way to get the rest of the money from me and would have supported it with one excuse or lie. He could have said that a letter was sent but i was not around to attend the interview. That was what the Edo boys did to Igbos in Europe. Most of the Igbo boys were after money. They would send documents and money to the Edo boys in France to submit and process for them. The Edo boys would then forge one silly receipt online and send back to them in Amsterdam or elsewhere, telling them to come for Interview in three months. Before the three months was up, they would have changed their phone numbers. Simcards were very cheap and required no identities to buy. Basically, they made their own money through scamming the money making Igbo boys. Everybody was surviving through illegal means except students and elderly people who had gotten tired of going to prison or running from the Police. Some Students even transported drugs. The young man who transported drugs from Amsterdam to Paris for me was a Nigerian student who lived in Utrecht. ''The landlord who own the address i used for you called me and said he will need another €1000 if we want him to be giving us the letters'' Nonso said on the phone. I was already in the train going back to Grigny. ''I don't know what you are talking about. I am going to stay here for three months and after that, if i don't go to the interview or get the documents, Europe will be very small to contain both of us'' i said and hung the call. What Nonso had started to do was the reason why it seemed that i attract trouble all the time. People were very silly. The whole thing was turning into extortion. If i had easily agreed that i would pay the €1000, he would come up with another demand again. Therefore i decided to cut the extortion line from day one. It was true that i was already in a war but i was ready to fight in two fronts. The war with Nonso was going to be easier since he was the one who was going to do the running while i did the chasing. When i got home, Lisa and Naomi were playing cards. They didn't go out. I greeted them and walked into my room. Few minutes later, Naomi showed up and asked if i got the key. ''No, they didn't produce the key. They said we need police report before they can do it'' i lied. ''Lisa, did you cook anything'' i shouted. ''Yes, she cooked rice. Why didn't you ask me who is standing next to you''Naomi said. ''Baby, we have been running since yesterday. I shouldn't be disturbing you over such things as food for now'' i said. She looked suspiciously at me and went to the kitchen. It was apparently the kind of things that was going to be happening in the house. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 10:43pm On Dec 21, 2013 |
12: Lisa must stay Chapter 12. I woke up early in the morning the next day and started making calls. The events of the recent days had prevented me from talking to some of my people around the World. My first call was placed to Dublin. Ify wasn’t happy that i didn’t call her in the past three days. She wanted to know if i had found another woman. The truth was that i had found another woman but i didn’t tell her. The heart of woman could be dangerously jealous which could lead to inflicting pains on herself. I had analysed her question pretty fast and said, ”How can i look at any other girl when i am missing you” she had laughed and believed that i was missing her. I was missing her and Samson quite alright but not enough to avoid women entirely. She had complained that she didn’t have money, and as a result, i called Amsterdam and asked Robin to forward €1000 to her through western Union. I called Jennifer in Berlin. We haven’t spoken for weeks prior to the call. She had eventually came to terms that i was gone and no longer belonged to her. According to her, life wasn’t too rosy but they were getting along. She was a single mother and she was enjoying it better than when she lived with her boyfriend. I told her that i will send her €500 before three days. I called London. A man picked Efuah’s mobile phone and asked who i was. I told him that i was a friend of hers. I gave him my name, then he said that he knew me. He was polite enough to tell me that Princess was doing good. Efuah had come in and taken the phone from him. ”That was my husband, what did he tell you”? she had said when she realised that it was me. ”She told me that you, Princess and the new kids are doing well. He is a good person” i said. I called Nigeria and talked to Chinelo. She was Married already to my cousin Andy. She had said that i changed phone number more often in the past few days. Only if she knew what was happening with me in France. ”I am in France now. I came to process a document that will make me to be able to come to Nigeria” i had told her. After making the calls, i called Naomi and sent her to buy more recharge airtime cards downstairs. When she left, Lisa came into the sitting room where i was and started kissing me. ”Naomi just went out to buy cards for me. She will be back here in 10 minutes. We need to stop this Lisa” i said. She ignored me and continued. My manhood had gotten excited and she was rubbing it. Time started to run fast. Naomi knocked on the door and Lisa stood up instantly. As she walked to open the door for Naomi, i sneaked into the room and lay face down on the bed. I had configured my Nokia E63 to brows the internet, therefore i browsed with the phone while laying face down with my stomach on the bed. My manhood was erect and since i didn’t want Naomi to see it, i had to lay face down. She had given me the cards and had sat on my back, something she had learnt to do every now and then. ”I am going out soon. I want to go and check On something in Paris. Please don’t go out. The thugs are very pissed now and they could hurt you if they see you in Paris. Stay here with Lisa until i return” i said. She demanded for €10 to go with Lisa to the mall for ice creams. I took a little pity on Naomi. I wondered if what Lisa and I were doing behind her back was fair. According to the ethical rules, it wasn’t fair but according to natural lust laws, it was fine. Naomi was just a girlfriend. It was true we were in love but we were not engaged in anyway. Lisa on the other hand had seen some opportunities to feel loved as well and she was taking it. It was only a matter of time before it caused a problem between three of us. I knew a day was coming when a small jealousy war will ensure in our little peaceful apartment. After the first encounter with Lisa, I had approached Naomi at the dirty hotel room in Juvisy and said, ”Do you know that if Lisa is not living with us, we could be making love everywhere in the apartment; kitchen, bathroom and even on the passage and veranda” she had agreed that it was true and would be lovely but had also condemned anything that could chase Lisa out of the apartment. According to her, She and Lisa had gone through a lot together. They had stuck together during the first winter they met in France. They had nearly died of cold when they newly arrived to Paris from the Southern city of Marseille. They had found a room together in an apartment that belonged to a Camerounian. The man who owned the apartment had wanted to sleep with them but when they refused, he had asked them to leave. They had stayed in a cheap tiny hotel room where they paid €25 daily until they found another room somewhere in Guy Moquet area. They had lived there for months until the owner relocated to the German Border city of Strassbourg. He had asked them to join him there but they didn’t want to leave Paris. As a result, they had moved back to another hotel room. It was an emotional story because i was going to spend just three months in Paris. It meant that they would be out in the street again as soon as i leave Paris. I had decided that if i managed to get her pregnant, i would take her with me or atleast find a one bedroom apartment for her and Lisa. It never for once crossed my mind to reside permanently in Paris. It was just a city of Love and Romance. It was true that i started experiencing love through Naomi but i knew that it was only a matter of time before i go back to my usual fortified mental state where nothing would be able to penetrate; not even love from Naomi. I had been there before. I gave Naomi €10, called Lisa and gave her €5 and told them to go to the nearby mall and buy Ice Creams for themselves. As i handed the money to them, i said, ”Now that i have two beautiful girlfriends, i wish to make both of them happy”. We all laughed at the joke, only that there was a serious truth in the Joke. ” Favour is deceitful and beauty is Vain” Psalm 31. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 10:45pm On Dec 21, 2013 |
Chapter 13. The meeting. I went to Paris and met with Nonso again. We met at the usual place in Mercadet. ”Nonso Ukeh, it is a pity that you don’t know what i am capable of doing. I don’t want to come after you because i already know that you will start running soon. I am going to give you €1000 now. The next money you will get is after i have gone for the interview. I am not a bad person, it is some of you that start these things and when i help finish them up, people will begin to say that i am wicked” i said as i handed him €1000. I was about to have a serious war with Aunty Franca, therefore i didn’t want distractions. I was going to start going after Franca, Efosa, Luke and the new guy they brought to my house. When i left, i called Ernest, the man who found the apartment for me. He was a hungry guy like most of the Edo guys. Most of them didn’t work or deal on drugs. Their major line of work was scamming. They had three major ways of scamming others. Number one was the good old internet advanced fee fraud; popularly know as 419. In the case of 419, an average knowledge of computer was required. It wasn’t easy for most of them because they didn’t know anything about Computer Technology. The ambitious ones would type mistake-ridden letters and find someone to edit it for them. The second was deceiving their women by promising to marry them; that way, they sent the women back to the streets to sleep with men for money and when the girls returned, they would take the money from them. The third of course was the resident permit scam; this was the method where they collaborated with their fellow Edo men in other Countries. For instance if there was an Edo man in Berlin, he would be in contact with the Edo man in France. The one in Berlin would be asking for Igbo men who wanted residence permits from France. The Edo man in Berlin would tell them that the price wasn’t much and that the whole process would take just a month. The Igbo man who wasn’t interested in going to France would then give money for the papers. As soon as the money traveled to France, the two scammers would share it. The one in Berlin would then start to tell stories about how the one in France was either arrested or deported. Yoruba men were also into the resident permit scam while the Igbo men concentrated on drugs and manual jobs such as loading goods for people who came from Africa to do business. Ernest was part of the resident permit scamming ring but it seemed that there wasn’t much luck for him during the time i approached him. ”There is something i want you to do Ernest, it will fetch you some money” i said. He asked for what it was and i told him that i liked Aunty Franca and that i wanted him to introduce me to her. ”Hey man, that woman is older than you. He even have a baby. Why don’t you look for a younger girl, they are many of them here in Paris. I can even get one for you if you want. Just forget about Franca” he said. When he finished advising me, i said, ”I like Franca, she is my type of woman; matured and wise” i said. Ernest, knowing that there was no need to continue discouraging me, said that there was a birthday party where Aunty Franca would attend the next day. He asked me to be there too in my best cloths since Franca liked men who dressed well. ”No, i want a private meeting with her. I need a quiet place where i can tell her how much i liked her” i said. Ernest shook his head and said, i will see what i can do. I left Ernest and walked down to the Orange shopping mall in Barbes. I went into the mall and bought a small MP3 music player, then i entered a nearby Cybercafe and opened the Microsoft word editor. A quick Google search gave me the image of the French Police logo and letterhead. I copied the Police Logo and letterhead to the Microsoft word editor, then below the Logo and letterhead, i started typing a letter. ”Cette lettre signife une M. Solomon …. Signale une Mme Franca Evware a la Division de la Police Evry Essonne. Monsieur. Solomon est tenu de remettre cette lettre a tout officier de Police a proximite partout ou il apercu Franca Evware, un Efosa et Luc” After typing the above words in English, i used Google translator to change them to French. I printed the letter and the took it home. When i got home, i transfered the recorded phone conversation i had with Efosa through USB cable to laptop, then i copied the conversation into the MP3 music player. I connected an earphone to the MP3 and played the conversation, it was clear enough. Franca Evware was about 37 Years young. According to Naomi, she had come to Europe in 1997. She had lived and worked in Napoli before relocating to Paris after being released by her own Madam who brought her to Europe. A month after she arrived in France, she had hooked up with an Edo man who had promised to marry her. They had a baby together before the man found a younger woman. Aunty Franca lived alone in a two bedroom apartment somewhere in Port de Clichy in Paris. A day after i told Ernest that i wanted to meet with Aunty Franca, he met her at a birthday party. I had warned Ernest not to reveal who i was to her. Ernest had told Franca that an Igbo guy who had seen her in two different places wanted to meet with her. Franca had agreed to the meeting out of Curiosity. According to Ernest, the venue was going to be her house. She was definitely going to impress the new admirer with some special food. ”Good job” i said to Ernest on the phone. He warned me to be careful with Franca. ”I don’t know what you saw in her but you must be careful. Men run away from her” Ernest had said. I thanked him and went to the ladies room where my two unofficial wives were playing cards. ”I need my hugs from my girls before i retire to my room” i said to them. Naomi frowned while Lisa smiled. They both got up and hugged me before i left for my room. ”Let all bitterness, wrath, anger and evil speaking be put away from you”. This Chapter is dedicated to achovirux, one of my major fans. Today is his birthday. 2 Likes |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 8:59pm On Dec 23, 2013 |
Chapter 14: The Visit. I met Aunty Franca in her apartment in Place de Clichy. She had talked twice on the phone with me but we never met. She didn’t know who i was. I had stopped at the underground train station in Place de Clichy and walked up to the surface where she was waiting for me. I had called her with a new number. We had shook hands and exchanged greetings. We walked down to a building about 120 meters down the road. It was a Sunday afternoon. According to her, She didn’t go to Church because of me. She was curious and anxious to meet the young man who had been admiring her. For the first time in Paris, i wore a black striped Hugo Boss Suit with a black pair of shoes. I had asked Naomi to give me her Bible. I was going to Church in Paris. Naomi had protested that i should have told her that i was going to Church so that she could prepare and follow me but as it stood then, i was already late for the services and couldn’t wait for her. ”Don’t worry, we will go together next Sunday” i had said and left with the Bible. ”Brother, it looks like you are a child of God” Franca said as soon as i settled down in her sitting room. I had smiled at her and said nothing. She went into the Kitchen and brought out a plate of white Rice and stew. There were assorted kinds of meat and fishes inside the stew. It had been long since i ate such good food, therefore i prayed over the food and started to enjoy myself. Franca sat opposite me with her beautiful daughter. In the middle of the meal, i asked how old the little girl was. ”She is two and half years old. Her useless good-for-nothing father left us here alone” she said excitedly. Looks like you don’t know the meaning of good-for-nothing. Just wait until i finish with you. ”Why would a man do such thing to his daughter and wife”? I asked between a chuck of fish in my mouth. ”Don’t mind that useless thing” she said again. Obviously it seemed that Franca had no manners. How can a man live in the same apartment with such a loud and foul-mouthed woman? ”Which part of Igbo are you from”? She suddenly asked. ”I am from Enugu State” I said as I grabbed another chunk of fish from the plate in front of me. ”Enugu State, then you must know one Solomon from Amsterdam. He just came to this Paris and started trouble with me. What is your name?, I even forgot to ask you” she said. I ignored her request for my name and continued asking my own questions. ”What did the Solomon do to you” i asked. I had eaten enough and had just dropped my spoon on the tray pan. ”The useless man just came from Amsterdam and confused my girl to follow him. I heard they now live in Grigny Center but i will show him that we own this Paris” she said. ”You don’t have to be talking like that Franca. You are a woman” i said. She seemed to have suddenly realised that she was taking too much because she stopped talking and kept her gaze at me. ”Do you have his phone number?, maybe you should call him and Let me talk to him” i said. She opened her Samsung Flip phone and dialed a number. The phone started ringing inside my pocket. She didn’t think it was her call that was ringing inside my pocket. I put my hand in my pocket and brought out my phone, a white careful folded piece of paper and an MP3 music player. I kept all of them on the table as she dialed the same number again. It started ringing and vibrating on top of the table again. ”Aunty Franca, thanks for the wonderful food you just gave me. You are partially a good woman but your anger is controlling your life. You can become a very good wife if you can be able to manage your anger” i said. ”You can stop dialing the number now. I am Solomon from Amsterdam”I said and kept my eyes on her face. ”I came to this Country and found Naomi in the streets of Paris. I didn’t know her before that. We just talked and liked each other. We both have the rights to love. I was planning to meet you over Naomi but you decided to send some thugs to my house. They came there and took my laptop, my money and beat my girlfriend. I know they didn’t tell you all that. I am sorry that i have to come this way but the reason why i am here is to tell you how far i have taken this case” i said. Her face had turned from one colour to another. ”Promise, please go inside the house” she said to the little girl. ”She can stay here Franca, i am not going to start a fight. I have something i think you should see. This is a record of a phone conversation between me and one of your foot soldiers Efosa. I duplicated the conversation into three. One is on the phone which i will play for you now. Two are on different MP3 audio players. I have just one of them here” i said as i switched on the recorded phone call i had with Efosa. Aunty Franca sat motionless as the phone played out the conversation. She didn’t say a word. When i finished playing the record, i shifted one Mp3 player to her. ”Aunty Franca, this is your own copy of the phone conversation. I want you to play it for Efosa when next you see him. However it is not for free. The price of the Mp3 and its content is €5000. I have hidden the other Mp3 where nobody can find it. If you refuse to pay me the €5000, the other mp3 will go to the French Police” i said and kept quiet for a minute. ”Why are you doing this to me? I have not paid my house rent for this month, where am i going to get €5000”? ”I don’t care Franca, you have three girls working for you here in Paris and another two girls in Ancona. You have less than one week to get the money for me. Before i go, i need you to see this. I have gone to the Police already. I told them that i have evidence that you are a human trafficker. They gave me this paper to hand it to any nearby Police anytime and anywhere i see you. I told them that i don’t know where you live but that has changed now because i have just found out where you live” i said as i showed her the letter i printed from computer. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 8:59pm On Dec 23, 2013 |
Chapter 15. Raising Money for Vacation. ”Franca, the only thing i need to go to the Police is for you to make one bad move; just one bad move and i will destroy your entire life here in Europe” i said and stood up. ”I am leaving now. As soon as i get home, i am going to Evry to meet with Efosa. I am going with Police since he is a violent person. You also need to pray because if things got bad over there in Evry, your name could be mentioned and if it happened that way, i may not be able to manage the spill” ”Solomon please wait, don’t go yet. I want us to settle this issue very well. If you will give me the other Mp3 and delete the recorded phone call in your phone, i will give you the €5000” Franca said. As i made for the door, i said, ”We will finish up the deal on phone. Call me when you mean what you just said because you may be trying to play a fast trick on me now”. I got out of Franca’s apartment and headed down to the Metro station in Place de Clichy. I was pretty sure Franca would call Efosa and his gang as soon as i left. It was almost natural that she called them. As an African woman, She was going to blame Efosa for that implicating phone conversation. She was also going to invite him to her house or somewhere where they will meet and discuss the next line of action. As a result of that, it was time to visit Efosa again. I got to the Metro station and navigated my way down to Gare du Lyon where i took the RER train down to Grigny Center. Since the Grigny train station had only the escalators and lift, i followed the escalator to the surface and bought a new simcard, then i took a cab down to Evry. I stopped in front of the restaurant opposite Efosa’s apartment. After making sure that Efosa wasn’t outside his house, i entered the restaurant and sat down. I wasn’t hungry since i had eaten in Franca’s place an hour and half ago, but i needed to buy something. I ordered for water and take-away rice. From inside the restaurant, i wrote a text message, ”Efosa, the silly idiot is coming to your House in Evry with police. You better leave that place now”. After writing the message, i sent it to Efosa with the new simcard. Efosa called the number twice but i didn’t answer him. Two minutes later, i called him with an old number that he recognized. I told him that i want to talk to him in his house in twenty minutes. ”Don’t go out, i will be there alone. Let us discuss this issue before it is too late” i said. He cut off the call before i finished. Less than five minutes after calling Efosa, i saw him with his girl hurried out of the house and walked down the street looking behind them. I picked up my food and followed them at a considerable distance. They walked all the way to the Evry train station and boarded a train, then i walked back to his building and with the key i got in Saint-Dennis, i opened his apartment and walked into the sitting room. A quick look around revealed that they left the house in a hurry. Some cloths were seen scattered on the long sofa. His TV was still on. An English premier league football was showing. MUFC was playing CFC but since i needed to exit the house at the shortest possible time, i ignored the football and went into his bedroom. A HP windows laptop and an apple laptop were on the bed with four modern mobile phones. I picked them up. A ladies bag was hanging on the wall, i brought it down and found a Nigerian international passport. Inside the bag was also another Samsung mobile phone, an apple ipod and €470 in cash. I picked them up and took everything to the Parlour. The only thing i left in the bag was the Nigerian passport, such things has a way of putting people in trouble. After rounding the things i believed could fetch immediate cash, i found a bag and stuffed them, then i left the apartment open and walked down to the road. Efosa and his girlfriend obviously left the house in a hurry. There were some items they could have taken if they had time. A cab was coming down the road, i waved it to a halt and took it back to Grigny. There was an Arabic man who sold used electronics near the Grigny Shopping mall. I called and took those things to him and told him that i needed cash. After price negotiations, we settled for €1600. He paid cash but before i left, i opened the phones. One of them had a simcard in it, i removed it. I also wiped out every third party documents and applications inside the laptops. That was my first time of operating an apple laptop and it was certainly a beauty to use. When I got back to my apartment, i told the girls to pack whatever thing they would need for the next three days to one week, ”We are going out for some days” i had told them. I didn’t tell them why or where, Naomi knew me enough not to ask such questions. She knew there was trouble and she knew i was managing it well enough. We drove up to Lille Metrople in Northern France, near the Belgium border and found a local hotel that charged €60 a night. There were cheaper rooms but we needed a bigger bed since we were three. The first night in Lille, we went out to a night club. It was a Sunday night. We had arrived in Lille some minutes past 10pm and after securing a room, we had decided to go out. After the night out, we called a cab and told him to take us to the hotel. A discussion had ensured between me and the cab driver. He told us that he had connections to take people from Calais in France to Dover in the UK. I picked up his phone number and promised to call him. When we got home, Lisa said she would like to go to England. Naomi said she will stick with me in France. The following morning, Aunty Franca called. She asked for where and how we will make the exchange. I told her to wait for my call. I called the cab driver who said he had the connections to the UK. We met at a bar in Calais, a port city where ferry boats loaded to England. He came with a woman, a French Woman. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 11:08pm On Dec 23, 2013 |
Chapter 16: the UK connection. ”What and what are involved in sending two young girls to the UK”? I asked the cab driver. ”I told you that i am not going” Naomi countered. ”My friend, with €1500, i will send one girl to the UK. You see, it is always more difficult to cross girls over to the UK because they can’t easily adapt to difficult conditions. If it is a boy, i can take €1000 because we can hide him in the truck and use the Euro tunnel but for girls, we have to be very careful” the Man said. ”How are you going to cross this girl if i pay” i asked again. ”My wife here drives often to UK. We will hire a passport and give to your girl but when she gets to the UK, we take it from her” he said. ”Do you know anybody in London” i turned and asked Lisa. She didn’t know anybody. Right there, i called Timothy. Timothy was a man from my Village who lived in London. He had visited me in Germany back in 2005. He was already married and i knew that Lisa going over to his house could become a problem. However i figured a way out. I called Timothy. ”Hello Tim, how are you doing with your family”? I asked. After exchanging pleasantries, he said that the wife traveled to Newcastle with their only child. He said they will spend another two weeks over there in the North of England. ”I have something to ask you. I want to send my girl to London but we don’t know where she would stay when she arrived. I plan to relocate to the UK too but i want her to move first” i said. Timothy owed me a favour. When he visited me in Berlin, we went to a car showroom where he bought a Mercedes CLK. Fortunately for him, his money wasn’t enough for the shipment. I had offered to give him money and asked that he paid back when he returned to London. I felt it was time for him to repay me. ”No problem, just send her. She will stay in my house” Timothy had said. I felt a little pang of jealousy as soon as he agreed that he would take Lisa in. It was true that Lisa wasn’t my girlfriend but wasn’t she? ”Alright, when are you ready to cross her to the UK” i asked the cab man. He said that he will start the process as soon as i give him the money. I brought out my wallet and counted €1500 and gave to the man. ”Here is the money. Please Sir, don’t try to run away with this money. If you run, i will track you down. If i find you, i will play this tape to the Police and tell them that you are a human trafficker” i said as i stopped the video recorder of my Nokia E63 which its camera was pointed at the man and his wife all through the conversation. ”Trust me my friend. I am not going to run away because of this small money” he said. He wife or co-scammer also assured me that nothing would happen to the money. The money i got from Efosa’s items had just taken a big hit after giving €1500 to the man who was going to cross Lisa to the UK. I never had any plan of helping the girls with my personal funds. They were brought to Europe by the criminal group, Therefore the criminal group must sponsor their exit from Western Europe to anywhere they were running to; even if it meant returning to Africa or going to the United States. Since Lisa alone took almost all the money from the Efosa Items, it was time to start planning on how to get more money from the criminal group. I had planned to live in hotel rooms for two weeks with the girls, just to allow the flared tempers to relax a bit before showing up in Paris again. Luck smiled on us again because the following morning, i got a text message from Franca that said, ”I have the money now, where do we make the exchange”?. I replied the message with ”What Money, i don’t know you”. Then i called her instantly. ”Don’t send me anymore text message. If you want to discuss anything, call me. Do you understand”? I asked. She said she understood. ”I will call you again in a short time. Just get ready to do what i ask you to do. Don’t think about being clever. I know everything that you can possibly do. Don’t send anybody with the money. Don’t involve Police. Don’t try to follow the money in anyway. A certain Madam Grace tried to be clever in Portugal in 2005 and she end up losing her money and her girl” i said. ”Do you mean you know Madam Grace in Lisbon”? Her Tiny surprised voice said. ”Don’t ask me more questions” i said and hung up. When we got back to our hotel room, i told Lisa to start getting ready both mentally and physically. ”United Kingdom is not like here. The first few years are usually difficult but after that, you will love your life” i said. ”What about you and Naomi, what is going to happen to two of you here in France. Aunty Franca is very wicked. If she finds you, she will kill you with voodoo” Lisa said. ”I have told you people to stop being scared of the things you can’t see. If she could harm us with voodoo, why does she need to see us first”? I said. The following morning after i spoke with Franca, i called her again. ”Pay attention Franca. Go to the Western Union and send the money to Dublin. I will send a text message containing the receiver’s details. As soon as the money is confirmed, you will pick up the recorded messages in Paris” i said. ”Are you in Paris now, Why not come and take the money by yourself”? She protested. ”I don’t trust you. You have anger management problems. It means that you could try to be clever and end up sending yourself to Prison. I don’t want you to go to Prison yet” i said and hung up. I picked up Lisa’s phone and typed a message containing Ify’s name, and then i sent it to Aunty Franca. After the message, i called Efosa. ”Franca is going to send you to jail in this Country. You have lost your house, your laptops and your phones. If you are not careful, your freedom will be next. This is my last warning; run away from me” i said. ”Wait a moment, what are you talking about? don’t tell me it was you who took our laptops and our phones” he said. ”Stay away from me Efosa” 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 11:10pm On Dec 23, 2013 |
Chapter 17: The Western Union. Two days after i met with the Cabman and his wife, i didn’t hear from them. I picked up my phone and called the him, he didn’t pick the call. I tried once more and gave up. I had taken pictures of the cab’s plate number and taxi number. I wrote a text message and sent it to the Cabman. It said, ”The next time i call you and you don’t answer me, you will understand that i am not as silly as you may think”. I sent the message. He called back immediately. ”My friend, the papers will be ready tomorrow. I am in a meeting now” he yelled and hung up. A text message had come into my phone when i was speaking with the Cabman. It was a 10-digit Western Union MTCN pin number. Before i could finish reading the message, Aunty Franca called. ”Did you receive the number” she asked. ”Yes, i received it. However i will pick up the money tomorrow morning. The person you sent it to in Dublin will clear the money, then she will send it to Amsterdam. My people in Amsterdam will send it o France. I am making sure that you cannot trace the money. Like i said earlier, if you try to follow the money, we will both end up in police station. Trust me, i have enough evidence to sink you forever. I also have living witnesses who will testify against you and your gang in court” I finished and hung up. I called Ify in Dublin immediately. ”Hello baby, i will send a message to you now. Locate a Western Union outside the City Center and pick up €5000 for me. If they ask you any question about where the money came from, tell them that it was from France. If they ask further questions that you don’t understand, tell them that you don’t know” i said. Ify tried to find out if there was trouble but i didn’t give her any hint. It was true that i shouldn’t be exposing her to such businesses but she needed to be working for her money too. After talking to Ify, i sent her the Western Union pin number. She called an hour later and said she had picked up the money. I asked her to send €4200 to me in Lille France; she did. I picked up the cash an hour later and called Franca. ”Send me your house number. I will mail the MP3 to your house this afternoon, i have the money now” i said and hung up. Ten minutes later, i received an address in a text message. It wasn’t the area i had visited her in Place de Clichy Paris. I didn’t call or complain. I just ignored the message. After receiving the money, it was time to relocate to another hotel. As black people, we were not required to be seen in the same hotel every day for a long time. The Europeans knew what each race loved to do. We Africans hardly stayed long in hotels unless we came for business. We Africans saw hotel life as a waste of money. A rich African man would prefer to stay in a relative’s house rather than a hotel room even if he was on business. Africans only considered hotels as the last option. However a white man can visit a town where he has relatives and still prefer a hotel room. As a result of that small fact, I called my two sweethearts and told them that we were moving. When they asked why, I told them that we were going to a better hotel. We took a cab to Calais and found a better hotel. This time, we opted for a five star hotel. The price was €120. It was expensive for people who were on the run but i made €4200 from Franca. Spending a week in a five star hotel won’t do us any harm. Inside the large well-furnished hotel room, I felt like a son of a rich sit-tight president from one African Country. It looked like i was enjoying myself with two beautiful girls. Something extra Ordinary happened. Our first night in the five star hotel, Naomi had started to play Romantic games as soon as we climbed unto the bed. I was the first person to climb on the bed and positioned myself in the middle of the large bed. Lisa had followed suit and entered inside to the wall while Naomi brought up the entrance. Naomi had started touching and kissing and since the light was on, Lisa could clearly see us. ”Common girl, Lisa is still awake” i had said and laughed. ”What is the big deal, she is a big girl” Naomi had said and laughed too. ”She is a big girl but her private parts could get excited and want some actions too” i said. ”Fine then she can join the action if she wants but she knows you are mine” Naomi said. Wow! That was a surprise one. I didn’t wait for much talk anymore. Lisa had smiled after hearing what Naomi said. I had helped out by stretching my right arm for her. Lisa had climbed my arm and got close to me. Lisa started working on my boxers while Naomi had taken over the lips and the nipples of my small breasts. As the pleasure increased, i suspended myself to it and enjoyed my life for the first time since i started running from Amsterdam. Circumstances had stopped me from enjoying myself. I had left Amsterdam with the hope of having some peace in another country, only to fell into the net spread by Aunty Franca. I had managed to wriggle myself out of the net but i knew that the war was not yet over. The way things were happening, i believed that Aunty Franca would come for me sometime in the future. She was still stunned by how i tricked her into visiting her apartment. The two girls finished their business with me and we all headed to the bathroom to clean up again. The next morning, the Cabman called. He said they found a passport for Lisa and that they could be moving as early as the evening of that same day. ”I hope you are ready Lisa, you could be going to the United Kingdom this evening” I announced to Lisa after our breakfast in a Restaurant down the road from our hotel. She had suddenly realised that it was going to be goodbye from Naomi, her long time friend. ”Don’t worry, Naomi will come to meet you over there too. I want two of you to find a way to go to school over there. Your lives will be better” i said. We walked back to the hotel and started getting ready for Lisa’s departure. 2 Likes |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by aao: 11:36pm On Dec 24, 2013 |
nice one Zuby77. Been following from season 1 and will sure continue. i love the suspence and intrigues. |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by SuperSuave(m): 11:32pm On Dec 26, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by Nobody: 4:42pm On Dec 27, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by Alenkakent(m): 1:22am On Dec 28, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by Bulcqlay(m): 1:57am On Dec 28, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by SuperSuave(m): 9:26am On Dec 28, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by SuperSuave(m): 9:26am On Dec 28, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:34am On Dec 28, 2013 |
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Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:27am On Dec 29, 2013 |
Chapter 18: Goodbye Lisa. ”I am in London now” the voice said from the other end of the phone. I had been worried that for hours, Lisa had not contacted us since she left Calais France. The wife of the Cabman had picked her and her bag from the hotel where we lodged. They had left the hotel around 4pm. Calais France to Dover United Kingdom wasn’t far. Although it depends on the transport system one used but two hours was a long time to cross over unless something happened on the road. I had gone to the ports and enquired for the distance and time to cross over to Dover. The ferry boat ticket seller had told me that it takes approximately 35 minutes to cross over to the UK. Although since Lisa and her driver was going to drive with a car, they were going to use the Euro tunnel. They were definitely going to stumble on check points. The United Kingdom had refused to join the Euro Zone which made movements across the two sub- continents very difficult. I had asked Lisa to switch off her phone until she got to the UK. I had also asked the woman to make sure she put Lisa on a train to London before returning to France. Since i figured there must be massive immigration controls in Dover, i had asked the woman driver to take Lisa beyond Dover. She had asked for extra €200 which i gave her. When Lisa called, she said she was in London. She had called Tim who was on the way to pick her up. I was relieved that i was able to move Lisa to England. It remained Naomi who insisted that she stayed with me. I didn’t know her reasons but i knew that it was only a matter of time before she realised that she made a mistake. The original plan was to ship them down to the UK and return to Paris to face Aunty Franca. It would have been so much easier to fight Franca without looking over my shoulders. Since Lisa was gone and Naomi didn’t want to go, it was time to start drifting back to Paris. However i called Ernest and asked him to tell my landlord to start looking for another tenant. I told him the place wasn’t safe for me anymore. ”I will pick up the rest of my things as soon as possible” I said to Ernest. Naomi and I left Calais back to the Paris Metropolis but this time, we didn’t go to the Essonne area in the South of Paris. We had chosen to stay somewhere very close to Disneyland Park Paris. The large Disneyland Park sat on a massive 57 hectares of land in the Marne-La-Vallee area Paris. It was a wonder. She had started to miss Lisa. We had tried very much to avoid discussing what happened in the hotel room between her, Lisa and I. It was obvious that it would eventually come up. We got to the Marne-la-Vallee and found a hotel room. Since the area was relatively new, the price of the hotels were a little higher than what i expected. Peharps it was because of the presence of the Disneyland Park which received thousands of people daily. When we settled down in the hotel, Naomi asked how i was able to cover all the money we had been spending on the road. ”Don’t worry baby, Your Aunty Franca and Efosa are taking care of the bills” i had said. She pressed further for more answers but i decided not to reveal more. I figured that if she learnt that i had sold some items from Efosa’s house, she could either be angry or disappointed in me. Women never wanted their partners to be thieves. She would have preferred that we stayed back in our apartment in Grigny rather than running up North to Lille but since i was running the operations, she had no option than to follow me. After the Questions from Naomi, i called Nonso Ukeh. He said there was no letter for me. I called Lisa. She had settled down in Tim’s house and was excited that she had escaped from the devilish clutches of her Madam in Paris. Something had baffled me a little about Lisa. I didn’t know who her own Madam was. She never said much about her. I had turned to Naomi and asked, ”Who is Lisa’s Madam in Paris”? Naomi said Lisa’s Madam lived in Rome. Since she lived out of town, the agreement between her and Lisa was that Lisa would be sending her money every month instead of every week. It was a good deal for Lisa. As a result, i had a feeling that Lisa could start street prostitution again in London. It would mean that everything i did to Liberate her was for nothing. I didn’t know how prostitution was treated in London but i would be disappointed if Lisa returned to the streets. ”Since you don’t want to go to London, what do you intend to stay back in France and do”? I had asked Naomi. She had turned and said, ”I will stay with you and go anywhere you want to go” Here we go! I decided to follow the delicate topic very carefully. She was just a little girl caged in Paris. Peharps she believed she had found a man who will take her around the World and eventually marry her. ”Naomi how do you intended to achieve that” i asked. She said, ”I don’t know, won’t you take me wherever you want to go”? she asked. ”Naomi, i would so much want to be with you everyday but life doesn’t work that way for illegal immigrants in Europe. I personally don’t like living for long in one place. There is always danger and troubles for African immigrants here in Europe and each time i sense the problems coming, i usually leave. We will discuss this matter again and come up with a better solution for you. I want you to leave France if we are going to be together. I will send you to a country where i can be visiting you but not here in France” i said. ”I can return to Marseille and live there. I can go to language school there since i used 15 years as my age during my asylum. They allow under age asylum seekers to attend classes in Marseille” she said. Great! That was the best thing she had said since we met. ”Naomi that is exactly what you are going to do. We are both moving down to Marseille from here. We will find a one room and live there. You will find a small part time job and also go to classes daily” i said and kissed her. 1 Like |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:28am On Dec 29, 2013 |
19: Tour Of Paris Chapter 19. A day after we returned to Paris, we visited the Disneyland Park in Marne-la-Vallee. It was a wonder on Earth. I didn’t know how the architects were able to create such a place World. The park was dedicated to fairly tales. We visited the Adventureland inside the park. It was a place themed to recreate the feel and touch of places such as Africa, Asia and the Caribbean. It also had the feel of a jungle. We walked around the massive artificial city for over two hours until we got tired. Naomi confessed that the Disneyland Park was the most wonderful place on Earth. She thanked me for giving her the lifetime opportunity to visit the place. Since we were on a tour day, we called a cab and drove to the Louvre. The Louvre was one massive Museum located inside Palais de Louvre. It housed the World’s most famous works of arts. Like most of the white people we saw inside the Louvre, i had brought out a small pocket Diary book and started writing down some of the things we saw. The most famous work of art there was the Leornado Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. Hundreds of people were lined up to see the portrait on the wall. As we held our hands right in front of the Mona Lisa, i wondered what importance it was to me and the entire human race. I wondered why people would come from places as far as Australia and the United states to see a picture on the wall for a minute. What was the worth of the picture? As an African man born and raised in a poor village, i wouldn’t pay $100 for Mona Lisa but i was told that it’s worth millions of dollars. We had finished staring at the Mona Lisa and headed to Venus de Milo, the seated scribe from Saqqara Egypt, Human-headed winged bull Shedu from Old Assyria, Terracotta and Baltasar de Castiglione. The Louvre was a massive glass house. We got tired and left. It was apparent that the art works was having no impact whatsoever on me. I preferred a bottle of cold imported Sagres beer from Lisbon. I took Naomi to the Eiffel Tower, the tallest point of Paris. The tower was a massive work of iron that stretched to the sky. It had three levels which can be assessed by stairs or lift. Since Naomi said she couldn’t climb on foot due to fear, i paid for the lift. We stopped at the second level which was about 200 meters. Naomi had said she won’t climb any further. There was a restaurant at the second level, we entered the restaurant and ordered for food. I figured that food would be expensive up there and i was right. A plate of pasta took my entire €25. That was what i usually bought for €4 on the streets of Paris. It was expensive but Eiffel tower was not a place one goes everyday. It was getting dark by the time we finished at the tower, therefore we had moved up to a small street in Champse de Mars and found a cheap hotel. Cheap hotel in Champse de Mars cost us €120. It was a very expensive area of Paris. The following Morning, we took the metro train to the Champse Ellysee, the most famous and beautiful Street In the World. At Champse Ellysee, we saw almost all the headquarters of all the major corporations in the World. Walking up from La Concordia towards the Arc de Triomphe, the roads where lined with the headquarters of Air France, Hugo Boss, H&M, Carter, Toyota. Even the Adidas had its biggest office in the street. Thousands of foreigners trooped from one point to another. We entered a perfume shop and bought a Hugo Boss and Channel. There were expensive of course but there was a small joy that we bought it in Champse Ellysee. We took pictures and eventually decided to join a tour bus which drove us around the city. We visited the Notre Dame, the Military Museum and the ferry port in the River Seine. When our tour was over, we took a cab back to Marne-la-Vallee and packed up for our next destination. It was true that i loved Naomi but running around France with her was taking hits on my wallet. Just like Jennifer and Ify, she had suspended herself to me. Hundreds of black girls all over Europe were the same way. They liked to suspend themselves to a man when the stress of being an illegal immigrant began to go beyond their controls. Aunty Franca called when we were still at the Champse Ellysee. She wanted to know why i haven’t sent the Mp3. ”You gave me a fake address Franca. I know the area where you reside. If you don’t send the address of your apartment, forget the mp3” i said and hung up. ”We are leaving for Marseille in the morning” I said to Naomi as soon as we got home. She didn’t say anything. She was tired from the long walks we had taken from La Concordia to the Arc de Triomphe in Champse Ellysee. She had taken her bath and slept. I did the same. Around 8am in the morning, Ernest called. He said the man who owned my apartment had asked that i come for the one month advance payment i gave him when i first paid for the place. ”Ernest, I am out of Paris now. Go to the man and pick up the money. I will tell you what to do with it” I said. ”The man insisted that you pick it up yourself” he said and hung up. I called him back and asked for the landlord’s phone number. He sent it to me. ”Good morning Sir” i said when i called the landlord. I introduced myself and told him why i called. For some reasons, he insisted that i picked up the money myself. I turned to Naomi and said, ”something just came up. I need to go into Paris”. She asked for details and i told her. ”This sounds suspicious. Why did he refuse to give Ernest the money” she said. ”I know it sounds suspicious. Actually i have been suspecting everything and everybody i encountered in Paris. It keeps me on alert. I am going to meet the landlord but i will be careful. Here is €500, if i don’t return, pick up our things and go down to Juvisy. Hotels are very cheap over there. Pay for the night and wait” i said as i handed her some money. ”You are scaring me with the way you sound” she said. I turned to her and said, ”Fear is useful in Life, I am scared too” Happy Christmas. “The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people.” 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: Life On The Run Season 6: Life In Paris by ZUBY77(m): 9:30am On Dec 29, 2013 |
20: Bad Landlord Chapter 20. The bad Landlord. I got off the train at the Magenta station and approached the area where illegal taxi drivers were known to be standing. There were about five cars waiting for passengers. I approached a red Renault Megane and knocked on the passenger door. The driver, an Ivorian opened the door with the automatic lock button. I climbed inside and sat down. ”Monami, do you understand English” i asked. He nodded. ”Good, i need you to do something for me. I will pay for the time. There is a man who wants to meet with me but i don’t know him. I want to see him first before i determine whether to meet with him or not. Your job is to drive up to Mercadet metro station. There is a valley in Rue Mercadet by the right, you will enter there. I will be following you with another Taxi. The man said that his shop is a business center at the Rue Mercadet No 15 down to the valley. When you get to the number 14, stop there. I will call the man and tell him that i am in a red Renault car. When he comes out to your car, i will see him. Then i will determine if i will meet him or not” I finished. After careful considerations, the Ivorian driver said that he will do the job with €30. I agreed and told him to wait while i take another cab. I also told him to give me his phone number, ”If any man approach your car and ask who you are, tell him that Mr. Solomon sent you to pick some money up from the man at the business center. The person will ask where i am, tell him that i am waiting for you at La Defense. If the person asked that you take him to me, tell him to pay you first, then drive to the Police station or a very crowded place and ask him to leave your car.” I said as i handed him €30 and picked up his phone number. I climbed down from the Renault and entered a blue Peugeot 406, then i called the Ivorian driver and told him to follow us at a considerable distance. As soon as we left Magenta, i called the landlord and told him that i was coming there with a red Renault in twenty minutes. I got to a corner in Mercadet where the Business center at Rue Mercadet 15 was clearly visible and told the Peugeot driver to wait there. We arrived there less than twelve minutes after we left Magenta. The Renault drove past us and went down near the business center and stopped. I called my landlord and told him that i was in front of his business center with a red Renault. He asked me to come inside. I told him that i was driving the car and that since cars were not allowed to park there, it would be bad for me to come out of the vehicle. He said he would be there in a few minutes. Less than two minutes after calling the landlord, i saw Efosa, Aunty Franca, Ernest and Luke come out of a restaurant opposite the business center and circled the Renault. Efosa was at the driver’s window asking him some questions. I didn’t know what the driver told him but two minutes later, they all entered the Renault and the driver moved away. I told the Peugeot driver to move down to the front of Rue Mercadet 15. I entered the business center with my phone and wallet in my hand. Since I and the landlord didn’t know each other, he thought i was a customer. ”What do you want my friend”? he asked. A quick look around revealed that he sold mobile phones and accessories. ”How much is this Samsung phone”? I said as i pointed to a new Samsung smartphone on the counter. ”The last prize is €180” he said with a smile. I asked him to get it for me to check out. I also pointed to an apple Iphone which he said sold for €300. He gave it to me to check out too. After picking up the third Motorola phone which cost €105, i asked him for the total cost. He calculated and said the amount was €585 but asked that i bring €580. My wallet was already in my hand as i dialed his phone number which started ringing. He looked at the screen of the phone and ignored it. ”I am the one calling you Mr. landlord. I am here to take my money. I have just decided to buy phones with the money. Are you giving me receipt or should i just go”? I said as i put the phones inside my pocket one after the other. I didn’t care about the packs and the chargers, he can keep those ones. He sat on his chair and stared at me with surprise written all over his face. ”Call your friends and tell them that i have taken my money. Tell them that i am coming after them too since they won’t rest. And for you, consider yourself lucky because i wanted to come here with a gun” i said as i tracked back towards the exit with my eyes still on the man. I got outside and started walking down towards the valley. The cab man saw me and started the engine, drove down to me and before he could complain that i haven’t paid him, i opened the door and asked him to drive back to Magenta. On our way down to Magenta, i called Ernest. ”Ernest its a pity that you have joined those criminals to come after me. I wanted to give you all the things in the apartment in Grigny but since you chose to sell me out, it won’t happen again” I said. ”No no wait, that’s not what happened. They asked me to…” he was saying but i cut off the call. I called Aunty Franca. ”I told you not to do anything silly. Now the remaining mp3 is going to the Police. You are finished in Europe, you are going to jail” I said and cut off the call. She called back. ”Please don’t do this to me. It was the devil who made me do this. I promise i won’t try anything again. I am ready to do anything you ask me to do if you promise to give me the mp3 and not go to Police. I won’t try anything again” she said. The taxi had apparently dropped them off somewhere. As a result, it was risky to go down to Magenta since it could be that the cab had taken them towards that direction. ”Can you take me to Grigny Center” i said to the driver. He nodded but said i would pay €100 in total if he waited and brought me back to Magenta. ”Take me down to Grigny Center” I said to the driver. 1 Like |
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