Zuby...this is an interesring, educating read. Its amazing what a young man could achieve.

So honored to have ur life journey jst before my eyes

I stumbled upon this story and I was curious to know the direction it was going. I was very familiar with some of the earlier chapters as an Onitsha boy who has travelled to few west African country. However, since Zuby moved to Europe, I have been following this story from one thread to another. I am no more curious, I am now helpless, hooked and addicted to the story. Chai! this thing be like season film, it reminds me of prison break in those days. Oga Zuby nice delivery. NDEWO

DankemzI: Zubby you're da bOss. I hang ma pants out of respect...ride on

:-P boxers nko!

Bows

Ozoigbondu 1 of igboland! Ride on bro nothing do u man! Nice story,Nice plans, Nice Evrytin. Thumbs Up Broda...... Legooo

Zuby u made me remember zuby zaretta d great goal keaper of real madrid. Too much joor

ZUBY more strength to ur hands and no cramps as u type. Every new update is becoming more interesting. Keep it up.

And I don't think the mods editing the s** scenes would be right as dat was the foundation of the whole story and what lured us here in the first place.

Chapter 73. The payday

The day had finally come. Madam Grace had made the mistake of trying to be smart with me and she must pay for it.

Based on the plans, I was not supposed to follow Jose and his friends to the venue. They were Portuguese citizens and if things went bad, they could easily get out of it.
But I wanted to witness the exchange whether it was dangerous or not. I took a taxi and stopped 300 meters down the street. I walked slowly up to a few meters from the roundabout at the beginning of AVENIDA DA LIBERDADE.

It was the busiest avenue in Lisbon with trees planted in the middle of the roads. The entire area was spared during the great earthquake that turned Lisbon into a Valley city.

I went into the Louis Vuiton shop near the roundabout and stood near the window where I could see everything that was going to happen outside. I had a feeling that the shop owners at Louis Vuiton would ask me to leave if I stood in one place for a long time, so I brought out 200 euro and held it in my hand for everyone to see, then I walked around the window inspecting some over-priced Tshirts.

A few minutes later Efe and Abu came out of a Taxi and entered the Calvin Klein shop across the road opposite where I was. I had seen them once during the botched Elephant Blanco meeting but they didn't see me, therefore I assumed they couldn't identify me.

I removed my phone from the pocket and called Jose.
'' I am at the AVENIDA. I just saw Madam Grace's two thugs. They went into the Calvin Klein shop near the roundabout. You need to call Madam and change the venue'' I told him.

He thanked me and hung up. Five minutes later, two black Policia cars stopped in front of the Calvin Klein shop and four heavily built police officers entered the shop.
They came out Five minutes later with Efe and Abu in cuffs. They pushed both of them inside the backseat of one of their vehicles and drove away.

I called Jose again but he didn't pick the call. I left the Louis Vuiton shop and walked ten meters down to a public pub. I ordered a cup of Sagres beer as soon as I sat down. The beer was brought together with the receipt. I paid for the beer and waited for Jose's call while drinking .
My phone rang in my pocket and I grabbed it as if it was hot. I looked on the screen and saw Jenny. Then I picked the call.
'' How are you baby'' I said.
'' I am fine. I just want to make sure nothing had happened to you. I told you not to go. I can't imagine.....''

'' Jenny'' I cut the words from her mouth.
'' I am fine. I will be back before wanawa( one hour). Prepare something for me to eat.'' I said and cut the call before she could say anything else.

Ten minutes later, a message came into my phone. I checked it and saw that the number wasn't stored in my phonebook. It was Jose's number. I opened the text message and it read
'' Business good meet bar 30 minuto''

I slowly put the phone back into my pocket and looked around carefully. Nobody was staring at me.
I left my beer glass half way and scrambled out of the pub. I looked left and right to make sure nobody was interested in me, then I crossed the road and stopped a cab.
I drove to our rendezvous point; the bar where I had met Jose in the MONTIJO district.
Jose wasn't there when I came. I waited for him with a half glass of Chivas Regal scotch. He showed up alone twenty minutes later and located me at the extreme end of the bar where I sat alone.
He walked up to me and sat down opposite me. I did a great job at hiding my anxiety.
The end of the bar where we were seated was poorly lighted. It was getting dark outside too.
Jose brought out a bundle of Euros carefully strapped with a rubber band. It was a mixture of 200s, 100s and 50 euro bills.

He said he had not counted them. I told him to count them and after two minutes, he announced that we had made 5000 euros.
I asked him how much he promised his two friends, he said it was 500 euros each.
He took the 1000 Euros and another 1000 for himself and gave me 3000 euros.
I handed him another 500 euros and told him that the job has not yet finished.

Madam Grace would pay again for sending the thugs to the AVENIDA DA LIBERDADE where the original exchange was supposed to take place.

Jose, after learning from me that Efe and Abu, two African Immigrants had been sent to the exchange point, he called the Police and informed them. He told me that he suspected that they could have come with weapons, so he called the Police emergency number and told them where they entered as I had told him.
The Police had searched them and found out that they had no weapons but they had no resident documents as well. The Police took them away.
Jose had found out from the manager of the Calvin Klein shop.

Now that madam Grace's thugs were out of the way, it was time to ask for more money or smash her syndicate.

I opened my phone and called madam Grace. She picked the call after the first beep.
'' Where is Jennifer, I don settle your agent, send Jennifer back now now'' she yelled from the other end of the call.

'' Listen Madam Osasere or Grace, I think you should be more concerned about your thugs'' I said calmly. She kept quiet from the other end of the phone.
'' they are in the Police station and they are going back to wherever they came from'' I said without expecting a response from her.

'' Next time when I call you, do as I say or you will be the next person in the Police net'' I said and hung up.

Jose laughed and sipped his Chivas. He was apparently enjoying the game.

I called Jennifer and told her to come to the bar if she was bored. She said she was watching a Nigerian movie. I told her that I would come back in an hour and hung up.

Jose and I drank more scotch and about 40 minutes later, we left the bar and dispersed.

Bring d suspense on zubby nor let am cold! Ds chapter is too short to quench d thirst pls more biko!

nyc one bro, i carry yansh give una.

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Nwanne, Zubby 2much. Captivating story.

I dey follow bumper to bumper

Zeetry: Zuby u made me remember zuby zaretta d great goal keaper of real madrid. Too much joor

BARCELONA not Real Madrid

Zubby,
You are good. Guess this can be done as a movie..
So wow and so real...like one of the bourne series.
Been following from Mazi's thread and still behind you. Education without exposure is a zero.
Well done.

Ride on man! Travelling round the world alone makes 1 intilligent and well exposed. Its not all abt education..... I rem my hostel landlord wen I was still in skool,dis guy was not educated by if u hear him talk and relate,u will mavel. He was a traveller too! Thumbs up

Dat was a smart move by jose. Keep it coming Oga ZUBY. We here.

mEN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 74

A day after we received money from Madam Grace, it was Christmas. Everywhere had been decorated with christmas lights. Every window glowed with yellow lights. The city of Lisbon was a beauty to look upon. I thought hard about where to go. I was not going to venture into the main Lisbon Districts. It was dangerous since madam Grace could have had more hit men on her payroll.
I thought about Colombo, the best developed area in lisbon. News had it that the place was developed by the money Portugal received by agreeing to Join the Euro Zone.
I figured out that Madam Grace had a 50/50 chances of seeing me there, so I canceled that area out.

Porto, Yes Porto. Why not.
I would have loved to sneak into Seville Spain since it was very close to Portugal Border but I wanted to go with Jenny. It had always been easier to lie your way out of immigration jam if you were alone.
I decided it was going to be Porto.

At about 12 pm, I told Jenny to prepare and pack a small bag. I told her to pack just two jean trousers and two Pullover for me. I had watched the local weather up there in Nothern Portugal and it was hovering around 5 and 6 degrees celsius. I told Jenny how cold it was up there and asked her to get a good Jacket for herself too. We took a Taxi down to the GARE DE ORIENTE train station and headed up North to Porto, the Second largest city in Portugal after Lisbon.

We stopped at the Sao Bento central Station in Porto and walked to the taxi stand. It was a massive medieval structure built in the center of Porto.

It was very cold as I suspected.
We asked the cab driver to take us to a hotel near the city center.
He stopped in front of Novotel hotel. A five star hotel that I believed would gulp all our money in just two nights.
I told the driver to look for a cheaper hotel. He took us to a street at the back of Estadio do Dragao, the FC Porto stadium and we located the kind of hotel we were looking for.
I paid the driver and we went inside.
The price list of their rooms hung above the reception desk. I scanned it quickly and found a room with a big sized bed for two people. The price was 40 euros per night. We paid for one week and took our key and bags to the second floor where the room was located.

We unpacked and changed into casual wears.

We were far away from danger And it was time to talk about the future.
I had been running and hiding with Jennifer to the extent that I had forgotten how she came to live with me.
The escape to Porto had jolted me back to realities and it was time to find a lasting solution.

''Jennifer, we have been together for long now and we don't even know where we are going to end or how we are going to end up'' I said calmly.
'' I am beginning to fall in love with you and get used to you but it is very dangerous since I don't have traveling documents yet'' I continued.

'' I want us to decide our next move before we leave Porto'' I said and kept quiet.

She didn't say a word. She just lay there on the bed and small tears drop out of her eyes. I expected that.

'' I am going to start thinking about options and I want you to chose the best one for you'' I said.

'' 1- I can find a way to send you to Germany, I know people there. If you agree to go there, I will tell you how to take asylum. You will be taken care of by the German authorities and if you are lucky, they can admit you to school..

2- I can send you to any other country here in Europe where you know people; Spain, Italy or France.

3- I can give you the money you asked for and you can get a TC and go back to Nigeria'' I said and stopped.

'' I want to live with you'' she managed to say.

* What! Was this girl thinking this way all along?. Nahh... I cannot allow that. Things are not done that way. This is Europe and everybody should answer his or her own name*

The phone vibrating on the table jolted me back to reality.
I picked it up and it was my elder brother from Nigeria. He said 'Happy Christmas'' and told me that my Parents were expecting a phone call from me.

It hit me then that I had not even thought about Africa since the Jennifer affair started. How could it had been that way.
Was I under a spell or what.
I wondered if the Olokun deity had confused me or maybe Jennifer herself had charmed me.

I flashed back to how it all started. My original plan was to hook up a sexxx worker each time I wanted and pay her off after sleeping with her.
How Jennifer managed to trick me into living together still baffled me.
I remembered Francis once told me to use my whole free time to pray for the success of my papers but since I was not a prayer type, I didn't give it much thought.
At that moment, I wished I had taken his advice. I wasn't a superman afterall.

Then I did what I usualy do when presented with a difficult situation; take a decision and stand by it, whatever comes out of it, don't blame yourself.

There and then I decided to play along with Jennifer. Somehow, I would lay a hand on a traveling documents and vanished out of Portugal without a trace.

I called my father and spoke with him, after the Christmas wishes, he gave the phone to my mother. We spoke for long, she feared I was in trouble since I had stopped sending money every week. I told her that everything was alright and that I was busy looking for papers to come to Nigeria.

I called my younger brother and promised to send him money for his and my sisters's Christmas.
I called and spoke to Efuah. I had changed my phone number as soon as the Jennifer affairs started and I forgot to send the new one to her. She had been trying to reach me. I apologized and hung up.
I called Agnes in Germany. She had been missing me and had wished me happy Christmas. She asked if everything was alright with me over there in Portugal. I asked about Victor and hung up.

I scrolled down and found Mary,s number. She was still living in Germany and had given birth to a boy. She was shouting about why I had not been calling. I hung up and tried Matthew's number, his number didn't connect; I guessed he was still in Prison.
I called Kenneth my cousin in Berlin. He was still living in the apartment I left for him. He had left asylum camp and was posted to a place where nothing was happening. Johnson had been helping him out with rent pending when I would return. The credit in my phone finished and I dropped my phone on the bed and slept.
I fell into a deep sleep and forgot the World entirely.
It was a perfect escape from danger, from madam grace,
from Jennifer,
from Lisbon and from my own shadows.
I had wished to sleep for days but the list of my travails awaited me when I woke up some hours later.
My whole troubles was still there including Jennifer..

Just awesome.

Nice job Zubby,but we still have that "I need some more" Oliver twist attitude. Pls try.

Nice update.

Zubby is d king of our time....i dey feel u die

You're good man...

Mehn....this somme supa dupa cool shit.......had to pause my series movie on Game of Thrones just to read diz hit mehn.
As I dey ...i don dey reason movie cover.
Zubee more ororo to ur Blockus

Chapter 75. Welcome to Porto.

The City of Porto was one of the Five Cities that attained the status of a major City in the Iberia Peninsula in the early 18th Century. The other four cities were Madrid, Barcelona, Valencia and Lisbon. It was the City where Henry the Navigator was born and Raised.

After I woke up from my stress-induced sleep, I told Jennifer that we were going down to the City to feed our eyes; something I loved doing whenever I visited a new place.

We walked downstairs and out to the street. The mighty Estadio do Dragao (The Dragon Stadium; home of FC Porto) stood in front of us and dwarfed every other structure in the area.

We trekked through ALMEDA DAS ANTAS road behind the Estadio and saw a tram station. We got there and waited for minutes before a tram came.
We got into the tram without having any idea of where we were going.

The tram was over 100 years old. Its history was somehow written in figures near the front seat where the driver sat. Its horn was a bell. Its seats were metals.

We purchased a ticket from the driver and sat near the front. When we got to a large green garden, everybody got down including us.
There was a large Cafe across the road. Boldly written in front of it was '' CAFE VELASQUEZ'' We got in and sat among numerous portuguese drinking coffee and tea. We ordered for two cups Of Cappucino. We took the cups outside and sipped it through a straw as we walked down the street like Romeo and Juliet.

Down the street, we found Restaurant Vitoria.
We entered inside it and sat down.
Some white Europeans looked at us as if we came in to beg for food. I ignored them as usual.
A waiter brought menu list and dropped it on our table. I opened the menu and searched from top to bottom without understanding the names of the foods. I just closed it and demanded for rice and chicken legs. The waiter looked at Jennifer who nodded in agreement of what I had demanded. I ordered for a bottle of Port Wine. I had seen it in a table of one of the white men who looked at us when we entered.
Port Wine was a local product of Porto. It contained about 12% volume of alcohol. I preferred spirits with 42% and above but since I was with Jenny, I didn't want to get too high.

We finished our foods an hour later and ventured into the Garden of St Francisco across the road. It was a magnificent garden with hundreds of tourists taking pictures. It was a pity that we had no camera with us. It was Christmas, shops were closed except bars and restaurants.
We just walked around the park and when we got tired of it, we took a taxi down to River Douro.
River Douro was the largest river in Porto. It flowed in from northern Spanish region crossing Valladolid all the way into the Atlantic and crossed Portugal through Porto.
I had purchased a 1euro city map along the road. Not that I needed it but when you go to Rome, you must behave like the Romans.
There were tourists from all over Europe eating and drinking along the river, we joined them.
At around 8pm, it was getting dark and cold. We hired a taxi and drove back to our hotel behind the Estadio Dragao.

We got to our room and took our bath together. We had somehow became unofficial husband and wife.
Sometimes I wished the conditions we found ourselves were better.
Jenny was a lovely sweet girl. She knew nothing about the harsh conditions of Europe. I doubt she even suffered in Africa before heading to Europe.
She could not even locate Germany, Italy or the nearby Spain in a Map. She could not name a single city in Europe except London: she could not differentiate between summer and winter. She could not even buy a train ticket from the automat machines on her own.

By the time I found out she knew nothing about life in Europe, she was already living with me.
Sending her away because of such things would make me feel bad for the rest of my life. I felt obligated to teach her all the basic things she should know about Europe but there was only one problem; I was in Portugal for papers.
I could have even managed to teach her if we had not fell into the madam Grace's troubles.
I wasn't a religious person but somehow I felt that nature brought her into my life for a reason. All I needed to do was to find out what the reason was.
A part of me had already decided to send her to Germany, teach her a story to tell during her asylum and forget about her. But she was a teenager and somehow our life had gotten entangled with each other.
I had discovered that each time I brought up the issue of sending her away, she would cry and even refused to eat.

Since we were on a forced holiday in Porto, we needed to make the best of it as much as possible.
My nerves had started to relax a little bit. I had stopped being jumpy and on alert.
I doubted madam Grace would find us up there in Porto. Nobody knew where I was, even Jose.
He had called me while we were on the train to Porto but I told him I was going to Algarve in the Southern Portugal. I pointed him South while heading North.

We slept after a few chats.
She wanted sexxx,
I wanted sleep.
She had noticed that she was stressing me and that she was a burden to me. She depended on me for everything and the last thing she wanted to do was to upset me. That would have been disastrous for her; or so she thought.

During our sleep that night, I had a dream..

Chapter 76. The Dream

In my dream, a woman was chasing me with a knife.
It was in Nigeria.
I had just returned from Market and sat down to eat when a woman busted through my gates with a knife.
I jumped up on top of the roof, she did the same.
I spread my hands and flew, she followed me. We flew for several minutes and each time I looked back, I saw her closing the gap between us.
I landed on top of a Church building, she landed there too.
*Damn, even the Church building won't save me*

I flew out of the Church building and landed in a tree, she landed in the same tree below me. She was still clutching the Knife.
Then it came to me. The only thing I needed was to fight back.
I remembered that I had a knife at home too, I flew out towards my home and she followed. I got home and grabbed my own knife. She landed in the middle of the compound. I came out with my own Knife and confronted her. She started going backwards. I pursued her out of the compound and she ran away. I picked up a stone and threw at her, it hit her on the head. She cried out and the sound woke me up.

I looked beside me and saw Jennifer peacefully sleeping. I lay awake on my back and tried to figure out the meaning of the dream.
Who was she?
They said dreams could mean an opposite of what happened.
Was it Madam Grace?
Was it the Olokun herself?

One thing I was pretty sure of was that madam Grace indulged in Petty Juju medicines.
I personally believed so much in Physicality.

During the night before I slept, I had thought about Olokun and the Madam Grace's threats. I had thought that since she had paid some money without seeing Jennifer, she was left with the only option of taking my name to Juju. I somehow believed that even if I had sent Jennifer back to her after the payment, she would still do something about it.

I laid awake from around 4am until 6am when Jennifer woke up. I was tempted to tell her what happened in the dream but that would have created a lot of panic in her. I waited for a good opportunity to tell her.

If that was all Olokun and Madam Grace could do, then I had discovered the solution; fight back.
I had fought her back physically and defeated her. I had fought whoever it was in the dream and succeeded in chasing her away in the dream.

*One more attempt madam Grace, Just one more move from you; dream or physical and I will bring the war down to your doorstep*

I dialed the room service for coffee and tea. They brought it ten minutes later.
We drank in silence. I had brought a bottle of Jack Daniels Scotch with me from Outside Yesterday.
I opened it and filled my glass to half. Jennifer stared at me as if to say '' why drinking this morning''
But she was gradually becoming afraid of me too.
I pitied the poor girl. In as much as I blamed her for some of my troubles,
my entrance into her life had brought her troubles too.
Destiny had played a large trick on us and it was left for us to fix it. Unfortunately, the larger percentage of the fixing lied with me.

After two gulps of whiskey, I called Madam Grace.

One more update for the night.

Lol, that dream is hilarious..

Oga ZUBY is killing us slowly oooo. This is sweet addiction. Chai!!!!!

Double post Zuby...

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