Ishilove:

I think he's retrieving the baton of his (The Flint's) favourite writer from you and handing it over to Zuby since you stopped updating IYAWO NYLON BAG.... ;

My 1st comment on NL after a long while

This is so good and true!
10/10 Zubby.

Well done!

Chapter 11.

Brandenburg was sorounded by other towns such as Rathenow, Stendal, Nauen and Tangermunde.
It was time to expand my business empire. I started visiting those satellite towns one after the other.
At Rathenow, I met with a Nigerian called Allen. Allen was an Igbo man but a Liberian in Germany. He had been looking to join the weed business in the town but the Arabs wouldn't let him do so. They didn't want to give him weeds to sell and he didn't know where to get them. I had arrived in Rathenow and asked for the HEIM. I had been directed to the HEIM and I was introduced to Allen. I had taken him out into the town center and bought him a good meal and drinks. I told him that he could compete with the Arabs and even outsmart them if he had the desire to do that. After our food, we had walked to a nearby school where boys and girls were playing some sports. We had called two boys and asked them where we could buy weeds. They had told us to go to the HEIM and meet some Arab man.
We had eventually told them that Allen was the new dealer in town and that he had the best weed and sold at a cheaper rate. We had given them Allen's phone Number. I had taken Allen back with me to Berlin and lectured him on how to start the business. I had given him 50grams as a beginner. He called two days later and said he had sold them off. He came to Berlin for more. That was how Allen started his business. In less than two weeks, the Rathenow outlet had started buying 200grams from me at a time.

I also did the same thing in Stendal. Joe, the man I met in Stendal had turned a Born again out of frustration. He had been posted out of camp to the Stendal HEIM but unfortunately, he knew nobody anywhere in Germany. He could have ran away from the town like the other Africans had done. He stayed back in Stendal because there was no where to go. When I visited him, I was like the Messiah he had been praying for. I had taken him back to Berlin with me out of pity and lectured him on how to deal on weeds.
There was a very large park called Hessenheide park in Neukoln area of Berlin. The large park was where many Africans and Arabs sold drugs in Berlin.

I had taken Joe to the park and introduced him to the business. I had handed him over to Chuma, another one of my retailers, to teach him the ropes. I had welcomed him to stay with me pending when Madam Jennifer, the undisputed landlady would return from Camp. That was how Joe started living with me.

My visit to Nauen was different. There was drug war already going on in the town before my arrival. It was similar to what happened between Africans and Arabs back in Brandenburg. Battle for supremacy. The Blacks seemed to have upper hands but the resilient Arabs were ready for blood anytime. I decided that it would be dangerous to invest in that area.
At Tangermunde, there was no asylum HEIM. The black man I met there was the most fearful man I had ever met in Germany. He had told me never to even mention marijuana in the city again. He said the police had a way of hearing even the smallest whispers. He was superstitious to the core. He worked in some vegetable farm. I left him and returned to Berlin.

A week after I had ended my empire enlargement, I traveled to Bremen to see Jennifer. She didn't know that I was coming. I had gotten near their camp and asked a lady to call her outside for me. The lady had told me to go to a nearby park where people played. I had gone there with a rose flower I had bought for her. As soon as I entered the park, I saw some group of Africans playing football match. It was Nigeria versus Cameroun. I had asked a man where I could find Jennifer.
He pointed towards a small wood cabin and said she went there with Emmanuel. I wanted to ask who Emmanuel was but on a second thought, I decided to find out on my own. I walked to the cabin and to my greatest surprise, I saw Jennifer half nakkedd, kissing a man.

Zuby, God bless u. More ink to your pen. Following u bumper to bumper

Jennifer don Bleep up ooooooo

Jeezus!!!! Women

Yea. the next chapter is the end of the road for Jennifer.

Chai.. A LovePeddler will always be a LovePeddler no matter how you try changing her . Women sha ,she would have claimed not to have slept with any other if you hadn't caught her. Good thing you went there uninformed . I can imagine the look on your face hoping to surprise her with a vist whereby you getting the surprise . Waiting for next update. Ride on boss

shordie:

I think he's retrieving the baton of his (The Flint's) favourite writer from you and handing it over to Zuby since you stopped updating IYAWO NYLON BAG.... ;

My laptop died on me, that's why I stopped updating. I don't have a lappy no more

tori don wear bra

Ishilove:
My laptop died on me, that's why I stopped updating. I don't have a lappy no more

u know dat ur fans will b willing to help u out.

Buy a lappy.

Chapter 12.

''Hi baby girl, having a nice time'' I said. They both scrambled back into their cloths.
'' You dont respect people's privacy'' Emmanuel shouted. His accent was Swahili; Kenyan, Ugandan or Rwandese.

I threw the flower in my hand down at their feet and turned back. Tears were already flooding my eyes, I didn't want her to see me cry. She didn't deserve my tears anymore. I was supposed to be her Hero and not a weeping boy.

I left them and walked back to the field in the park where the football match was going on.
My heartbeat had increased. It was difficult to concentrate on the match or even on anything. I was doing a hard job trying to control my heartbreak and anger. It was difficult for me to stay there, therefore I walked out of the park to the road and boarded a bus back to the Bremen Central train station. The ICE (Inter City Express) train going to Berlin was coming in twenty minutes. I sat down on the metal chairs on platform 6 where the train would stop and waited. Ten minutes later, Jennifer came and stood in front of me. She was crying. The Emmanuel guy followed her to the station but kept his distance from us.
Jennifer cried and talked at the same time. She was blaming devil for what happened. I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. I was thinking about where else to go from there since I had also wanted to visit the HEIMS in Bremen to see if I could open up a business in any of them. It was obvious that I couldn't negotiate any business in my state of mind, I just had to go back to Berlin.

The train arrived two minutes late. I stood up and entered the train without saying a word to Jennifer. She had been begging and promising that it would never happen again. I didn't care. I wanted to leave Bremen and that was what I did.

I got back to Berlin and pondered over what happened in Bremen. It was like a movie. I wished it never happened, I wished I never went to Bremen. I wanted the whole thing to become a dream. I just wanted to wake up and smile but when I pinched my skin, it pained me. It wasn't a dream.
I had planned to spend tthree days in Bremen going around looking for HEIMS where I could convince people to start buying from me. I had planned to take Jennifer out on each day and shop for her too. I had traveled to Bremen with €1000, I wanted to spend €500 on her, €200 on hotels and the rest on transport, food and miscellaneous.

I laid on the bed for hours and shed tears.
Joe was concerned. He had left for Hessenheide park to sell weeds and when he returned, I was still on the bed. My phone rang for hours but I didn't touch it. I didn't want to talk to anybody.
I just laid there on the bed and reflected on the Journey and the circumstances that brought Jennifer and I together, the things we had been through together, the things we had done together, the sweet kisses, yea the same lips I saw on Emmanuel's mouth.
It was so painful to leave her in Bremen the way I did but that was a better option than beating her.
Around 9pm in the night, I remembered that I had not eaten anything the whole day. I got up and went to the Kitchen to warm rice in the Microwave. My phone started ringing again and I decided to pick it. It was Marko. He had been calling since afternoon according to him. He had gotten a business deal to supply a kilogram of weeds to a neighbouring town called Gross Kreutz. He was expanding our empire, it was a good news but the event in Bremen suppressed every other thing.
I asked him to come in the morning. It was time to go back to business. Pushing Jennifer to the back of my thoughts was the most difficult thing I ever did. Forgiving her wasn't going to be the problem. The problem was how to erase that scene I had witnessed up there in Bremen. The only way to feel better at that moment was to decide on what to do about Jennifer.

I scrolled down the list of missed calls on my phone, Marko 8, Bolaji 6, Johnson 1, Joe 2, Allen 3, unknown number 15.
I figured the unknown number must have been from Jennifer. Why was she calling me?. What was she going to say, that it was the devil of course. Blame it on the devil. What a shame, she couldn't even wait until they got back into the camp. Making out in the bush in Germany while others were watching football 50 meters away. I wouldn't have cared if I didn't see them, I wouldn't have known anyway but I caught them. I wouldn't have believed if someone else told me.
Her Pullover had been removed entirely, her bra had been shifted to expose one of her Boobs, Emmanuel had removed his Pullover too. It was only a matter of time before the trousers hit the floor. My little angel had committed an offence that was very difficult to forget and instead of holding myself down with the thought, I decided to terminate the relationship. Yes, it was goodbye Jennifer and when I leave something, I hardly go back to it. I had never touched any other woman since she made her entry into my life. I had loved her like nothing else. I had been preparing the new apartment for her return. I had bought a big bag and stuffed it with ladies shoes and cloths. It was going to be her surprise gift when she moved out of Camp.

I opened my phone and removed the simcard. I added another new simcard and called my business partners to inform them of the new number. That was the end of Jennifer Ebot.
Unfortunately for her, she didn't know where I lived.

Women... We've all been there

Time for verdict. Tell us what you would have done in my shoes.

Ooh i feel for jennifer.but thats the best decision tho

so so sorry about jenifer, women can never be trusted, even if i see a lady angel decending from the sky i wil never trust her, thats why i keep playing girls, besides i wonder why some who was a prostitute still crave for sex

U did the right thing. Its so hard to trust girls. A slave will always behave like 1 no matter how u treat them

Touché... Touché
*looks around for a handkerchief*

Jeez what a story.....guy this story when it turns to a movie if it eventually its definitely heading for an oscarss.
As for jennifer she wasnt worth d trouble,a dog is a dog forget d skin.you shd just send her location to madam grace simply!

More ink to your pen......

ZUBY77: Time for verdict. Tell us what you would have done in my shoes.

I'll thank her for taking yet another burden off me...Hustling continues!!!

You guys should please click the like thingy on the story.

donigspain:

ceasare: Jeez what a story.....guy this story when it turns to a movie if it eventually its definitely heading for an oscarss.
As for jennifer she wasnt worth d trouble,a dog is a dog forget d skin.you shd just send her location to madam grace simply!

More ink to your pen......

Mehn, that's mean...
Remember she was a prôstitute and she must have been addicted to sêx. One thing I always tell people is this ''having sêx with someone does not mean you love that person''. To me, sêx is just a natural craving; same as hunger. Though what Jenny did might be wrong but it does not mean she loved the Emmanuel guy. We guys are even the most guilty of this but we always judge ourselves by our intentions and then quick to condemn the females when they do likewise.
How many guys can beat their chest in pride and say they have never slept (or made out) with another lady who is not the one they love... Me inclusive!

ZUBY77: Time for verdict. Tell us what you would have done in my shoes.

You did what you should do.you are absolved of all blame.she used to be the sh*!t but now she aint sh*!t.

NB, they say love is the key, but someone changed the locks.

Ride on nwanne si na mba

Ishilove:
My laptop died on me, that's why I stopped updating. I don't have a lappy no more

Sorry about your lappy...besides, we know it's not easy to take time out of one's busy schedule to write such stories. Do your thing at your own convenience.

U did d best tin I could eva tink off....... Waitin 4 next update

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No be small thing o.

a ho would always be a ho...u can never make a ho a wife...NEVER.

phuck Jennifer then

All about the Benjamins bro.You did the right thing..Make that money..