@zubby77: 4 me its 10/10 shikena!

Pls do compile ds memoir of urs as a an ebook 4 ur followers.wouldnt mind keeping a copy.

"Treat money like poosie, if you grind it hard it must come"

You did great mayne, l mean, how could you have helped those folks if you were one of them?

One thing every dealer should prepare for is; "There is a time to stop. Or move far. You can't be an OG for life" The 5th law of power by Robert Greene says "Reputation is the cornerstone of power. Through reputation alone you can intimidate and win; once it slips however, you are vulnerable, and will be attacked on all sides. Make your reputation unassailable. Always be alert to potential attacks and thwart them before they happen".

From my end, it's not even 10/10. . . its 10/0. . .undefined!

choii oga zubby, ur description of the whole scene is very good, easy to imagine what its like.

Lots n lots ve been learnt, when it comes to the grading, without over exaggerating, for me its still 10/10 cos every bit was worth the munch. @a point sef i feared u were going to be detained...seems u always had ur way out and luck was always on ur side.


Waiting for the next bumpy ride

Ten over ten oooo

@zubby you need more than a pass mark. I'll not rate you, bt all i'll say your too much.

@ ZUBBY.welldone bros.bt hw far about Efuah pregnancy and dat man(Matthew).u dnt gist us abt d story of d two again?

Highbe: @ ZUBBY.welldone bros.bt hw far about Efuah pregnancy and dat man(Matthew).u dnt gist us abt d story of d two again?

You didnt read the whole thing

u wont believe dat my hostel mates wil alwayz cluster around my bed jst 2 hear me read aloud zubby'z adventurez...lol... 10/10 shikena!

PART 3: THIS PART WILL COVER A NEW KIND OF LIFE AND EXPERIENCE.

CHAPTER 61: WELCOME TO LISBON PORTUGAL.

Portugal is located in the western side of the Iberia Peninsula. The only bordering country is Spain which had invaded them and took most of their lands.
Portugal was the first people who built ships and started colonization and international business.

Lisbon is the largest city in Portugal followed by Porto.

Lisbon is located near the Atlantic ocean.
An 8.5 earthquake had happened in Lisbon on Saturday November 1, 1755. The earthquake had cut Lisbon into two and water from the ocean had surged through the artificial valley created by the earthquake and formed the Tagus River. The Vasco Dagama brigde across the Tagus River is the longest bridge in Europe at 17.5km. It is a cable stayed bridge.
It was estimated that between 10-100 thousand people perished in the earthquake. As a result, Lisbon became a hilly city without level lands.
They have only one airport, The Portela aeroporto.

This and other information I found out at the Lisbon central Library a few days after I arrived. I wanted to know if the city was worth living for me.
*******


Lisbon Portugal: I had left Berlin Germany
and landed in this strange city called Lisbon.
It was in a bid to acquire European
residence permit. The laws in Germany says
that one must either have a Child with a
German woman or marry a german citizen
before you get their papers. Some of us who
never wanted anything like a child or a
woman to tie us down in one part of this big
universe chose to look elsewhere for the
papers.
Another reason was that the German police
were closing in on me. They had found some
illegal drugs in my room and had fixed a
date for my court appearance. It was time to
run.
I had the money afterall, so i can afford to
spend even 20,000 Euro just to get the
papers rather than one woman holding me
down in one country for over 10 years in the
name of marriage.
I had left Berlin that warm afternoon
through Berlin Schonefeld airport to Palma
de Majllorca Spain and then Lisbon Portugal.
It took over two hours and at a time, i
wondered if we were going back to Africa. I
came out of the airport and boarded a taxi
to the city center. Jordan, my Nnewi friend
in Germany had given me a number of
Francis, his brother who lived in Lisbon. I
had sent some money to Francis to secure a
place for me in Lisbon before my arrival
which he did.
Francis waited for me at Madrid Hotel near
Elephant Blanco Hotel before i arrived. He
shook my hand and motioned me to follow
him. He took me to a three bedroom flat
where he had secured a room for me. I
entered my room and unpacked my bags.
- for those who has never been to central or
western Europe, most of the apartments and
rooms usually have everythiing you need.
You just pack in with your bags-
I took my bath and joined Francis in the
palour. He was playing Poker with two other
guys whom i later learnt lived in the same
flat. Their names were Vitus and Kennedy.
Vitus came to Portugal from Holland for the
same purpose like me while Kennedy was a
football player who rented the flat with his
name.
I announced my arrival with ''Ekene diri
Unu''. An Igbo sentence that translated to ''
Greetings unto you''.
They welcomed me warmly and i rightly
guessed that they were anticipating my
arrival.
I sat down and watched the TV while they
played their poker game.
One hour later, i told Francis that i wanted
to go outside and look around the city.
Something i loved doing each time i visit a
new city.
Vitus, the fat yellow guy jokingly tasked me
to buy them drinks since i was a new guy on
the block. I happily agreed because i had
over 5000Euro with me. They packed their
Poker and dressed up for the outing.
Kennedy the footballer had a small fiat car
which four of us boarded and headed
towards the city center.
- The city center was like a third class city in
Germany and that was when i observed that
all European countries were not the same.
We headed to a resturant owned by some
Brazillian guys. We requested for Crabs and
Vino de tinto.. (Vino de tinto means red
wine in Portuguese and Spanish). We ate and
finished our wine. Then another wine and
another and another. Vitus was a wine
tanker that never got filled up. I got bored
eventually and demanded that we go to
another place.
I paid our bills which amounted to 411
Euros and headed to the comerce center
called Rossio. (the comerce center was the
point where they traded African slaves in the
1800s). The commerce center was also the
place where all the Sexxxx workers stood in
the evening for business.
It was in the commerce center that i met
Lisa and Edora, two beautiful Brazillian girls.
We were all drunk except Kennedy the driver
who insisted that he had training in the
morning and believed he should not drink.
The girls were tipsy and wanted some
adventure. We played with them for
sometime before my friends decided to go
home and rest.
-i was not going to let those girls go home
alone. Assassins could shoot them on the
road. So i deciced to hang on a little more
while my friends went home. There were
hotels everywhere and i had money with me.
No qualms.-
I talked more with Edora and her friend and
we joked about football and Africa and their
beauty and my height and my perfume and
why i left Africa etc.
Then it was time for them to go home. Lisa
remembered that i refused to follow my
friends home because i insisted on taking
them home.
She told me to follow them and i did. We
got to their car and i entered the back seat
while they both occupied the front seats. We
drove for about ten minutes and crossed the
long Vasco Da Gama bridge into the other
side of the city where the Benfica Sporting
club stadium was situated. we got to their
house three minutes later and they asked me
to follow them up. We took the lift to the
sixth floor and entered their apartment.
It was a well furnished two bedroom
apartment with a lot of coloured candles in
every corner of the room.
They offered me a seat in the palour while
they went into their various rooms to
freshen up and change. A few minutes later,
Lisa showed up with a bottle of Mexican
Pinacolada wine. She opened it and filled
two empty glasses. She explained that her
partner doesnt drink much. We sipped the
wine slowly and chatted until it became
clear to them that i was not going back to
my place that night.
''where are you from'' Lisa asked from
nowhere.
''Nigeria'' i fired back.
* I was in Portugal now and i didnt care
what the Nazi skinheads would do. This is
Portugal, a stone throw to North Africa.
I was just looking for Papers. I had money
already and didnt fear being sent to Africa
anymore.
i Had shipped over 30 vehicles from
Germany plus some cash i sent to my mum
to bank for me. The Germans can send me
home for all i care*
''What are you doing in Portugal'' Lisa asked.
'' i came from Germany today and i am
looking for a residence permit'' i said.
- i was tired of lying and i figured out that
the fastest way to get whatever you want is
to open up yourself and start telling the
truth-
'' i could help you but it will cost you a lot
of money'' Lisa said.
-Things were getting better-
I was drunk and didnt want to pursue that
topic for the fear of making a mistake. So i
asked Lisa to forget the issue and we will talk
about it another time.
A few minutes later, Edora said out of no
where that i should come inside and sleep
on her bed. I declined, insisting that the
chair was comfortable enough. She insisted
that i follow her; and i did.
- who am i to say NO-
I was surprised to find out that it was just a
bed for two people and there was no other
place i was going to sleep except on that
same bed with her. My excitment was
building up, my blood was getting hot and
my Joystick had just started getting hard. I
removed my clothes and wondered where
and how i was going to hide my money.
I decided to leave the money inside the jean
trouser and take my chances. Afterall i had
more in Germany which they would Send if i
ask for it. I went to the bathroom and
showered after they had finished showering.
Then i lay with my back on the bed and
stared at the concrete ceiling.
Edora crawled onto the bed, switched of the
main light bulb, switched on the reading
light at the head of the bed and said
'' Do you like Sex''

100/10, ur story is a captivating one, i was glued to ZUBBY all tgrough, i love ur story. THUMBS UP

Can't remember ever commenting here
But guess I'll give u a 9.8
We have grown up where lecturers/teachers will want to hoard some marks ;DCan't remember ever commenting here
But guess I'll give u a 9.8
We have grown up where lecturers/teachers will want to hoard some marks

Thank you for the story. It's captivating and educative.
I'll rate you 10/10

Zubby man! U na fine boy na and I guess ur abunna go b 10cm long. Dats y u r irrestible couple with being african and nigerian 4 dat matter. You know u re good,we all kw too. Its all 10/10 4rm moi. Very captivating story...... Ur whatsapp tin no work ooooo. Add me not8not three18nine7ninefive4. Tanx

I hope Nollywood can tap into this
If they were to cast this for a tv series,I go play lead and Mercy Johnson's gonna play the part of Efuah!!!!
Thumbs up,Zuby.
A very zubilicious story indeed!

Bro, I score you 9/10. Shikenah!

ZUBY77:

You didnt read the whole thing

kudos bros bt i read the whole thing .u dnt gist us what happened after she delivered d baby and what happened to MATTHEW after he was arrested. Srry 4 been too inquisitive.

Memphis357: I hope Nollywood can tap into this
If they were to cast this for a tv series,I go play lead and Mercy Johnson's gonna play the part of Efuah!!!!
Thumbs up,Zuby.
A very zubilicious story indeed!

Thief u know know say mercy Johnson na psn wife,if u no fit act with afrocandy or cosy make we find another psn.

Highbe: kudos bros bt i read the whole thing .u dnt gist us what happened after she delivered d baby and what happened to MATTHEW after he was arrested. Srry 4 been too inquisitive.

chapter 39..

matthew was in prison.

we will get to efua and the kid
.
they live in london now

CHAPTER 62. BRAZIL IS WONDERFUL


'' Do you like Sexxx'' Edora asked me while
lying on the same small bed with me.
'' Ofcourse I Love sexxx, who doesnt like
sex'' I answered.

She was wearing a transparent night gown, that
type of nightie that torments you if you had no
hope of slipping them off the host body.
'' What are you people doing in Portugal'' I
asked.
'' We are students at the University'' she
replied.
She asked if i liked football which i denied,
despite being a die-hard Manchester United
fan. I figured out the discussion was heading
towards Pele, Ronaldino and co.. I didnt want
football lessons especially when two Yellow
bosoms pointed at me.
She Climbed on top of me and started working
on my Tips. My whole body responded to that
as i slipped her slimmy night gown over her
head and grabbed her two dangling melons
with both hands and squeezed them gently. I
sat up and sucked on them one after the other
as she threw her long-haired head backwards
exposing the melons even more.
The door opened and Lisa entered the room
wearing just a bumshort and bra.

*Today na today*

Lisa moved behind me and started rubbing my
back. I was still busy succking away on Edora's
bosoms when Lisa slipped her hand inside my
Boxers and brought out my hard standing
Joystick.

*So ths girls were going to do a double on me, I
was ready for them*

Edora stood up and removed her pants while i
turned and succked on Lisa's two balls. Then
Edora sat back na*ked on the bed and lowered
her mouth to swallow my JT. I screamed out in
pleasure as she pumped in and out on my
dicck. I was still working on Lisa's breaasts but
the pleasure from the Mouth action was too
much to handle, so i removed my mouth and
lay on the bed with my back.

*do with me as you wish style*

I surrendered my body to those Brazil
ambassadors hoping for the best.
They changed positions as Edora took over my
while Lisa kssed my mouth, my Tips, my
tummy and my neck. my mind was racing like
Michael Schumacher on a formula One grand
prix. I couldnt chose which torrent of pleasure
to follow. The whole experence was a new one
and i was just powerless.
After a few minutes, Edora asked if i had
condom. I pointed towards my wallet on the
window. She handed it to me. I gave her a role
of four condoms. She opened one, slipped it
on my Joystick and mounted it. Lisa was still
busy bending over me while i suckked her
bre*asts. The pleasure coming from Edora's
ride downstairs suppassed the pleasure i was
getting from succking the melons, so i gave
that one up. After a few fvucking by Edora, she
got up and Lisa climbed.
-Luckily for me, alcohol has a way of holding
my spermz from coming out on time, i could
fvck for an hour without coming under the
iinfluence of redwine or Guinness stout-
A while later, I told Lisa to get up. I stood up
and motioned Edora to lie on the bed. She did.
I also asked Lisa to lie by her side. I mounted
Edora slowly and inserted the whole length of
my dicck into her wet Well while i inserted two
left hand fingers into Lisa,s Well. I balanced
the two movements expertly that i even
wondered where i learnt that. They both
moaned while i pumperd and manipulated
away in ecstacy. I later changed the positions
by Slipping my Joystick into Lisa while two
fingers of my right hand went into Edora.
After a few more minutes, I came and slowly
climbed down. I went into the bathroom and
removed my condom. I returned to the room
and saw both of them kissing each other.
-what!! Lesbians- while should i care anyway-
I went back to the palour Unclad to smoke a
marlboro menthol and give the chance to do
their thing.
About 15 minutes later, Lisa came out and
entered her room after waving at me. I went
back into the room and met Edora still lying
Unclad on the bed.
My dicck has gotten excited again and was
standing. I tapped her and she opened her
eyes. I wanted to ask if she was already tired
but i knew the answer could be negative, so i
kissed her bare bosoms and moved down to
her belly button. She responded. I wanted to
find out if she was ready for it again, so i got
out of bed and pulled her hand to follow me.
She did. I turned her around and asked her to
bed and hold the bed. A wet red-lipped Well
stared at me. I slipped a condom on and
mounted her from behind.
My Joystick went in in one sweet movement
and the pumping started.
I pumped continuosly for several minutes as
she climaxed twice while my spermz refused to
come out.
She moan loud again and again and pushed her
ar*se against the flow of my Joystick. We
fvcked for over twenty minutes before i
exploded. I gently lowered her onto the bed
and covered her with sheets.
I went back to the bathroom and cleaned up.
As i lay beside her to sleep, i heard
'' Muito Obrigado'' from her. i later found out
it meant '' Thank you very much'' in
Portuguese.
We slept off until late in the morning before i
left.
.......

Guy,u rily caught my attention,if u rememba,I was d one who said ur story was d realest in dat mazi okonkwo's "the fuckersss",why kayemjay begin insult me...I hav spent d whole day,I swear d whole day readin ur stories frm page 0 to page 9.....my batwi oooo,I love dis,u read it nd u kno itz real......nice one bro.....I score u 10 ova 10....nice.

overdrive:
Thief u know know say mercy Johnson na psn wife,if u no fit act with afrocandy or cosy make we find another psn.

Afrocandy,ke? You want make my priicck break into two with that kain overworked pvssy,abi??

Memphis357:
Afrocandy,ke? You want make my priicck break into two with that kain overworked pvssy,abi??

Memphis357:
Afrocandy,ke? You want make my priicck break into two with that kain overworked pvssy,abi??

make una no corrupt me abeg.

ceasare: @zubby77: 4 me its 10/10 shikena!

Pls do compile ds memoir of urs as a an ebook 4 ur followers.wouldnt mind keeping a copy.

I may do that.. Sounds good

I don't even know what to write here. But Zubby to say the truth you are a very gOod writer with so many skills. Planning to tour Europe too. 10/10

Nairaland gat Talent Ooº°˚ ˚°ºoo . Zubby well done.

Put this into t.v series or book.you write like a ling. & author who knows you might be the new Chinwe Achebe...with a glass of #ALOMO# ch33rz broe you da #boss# thumbs up!

Chapter 63... Resident permit rules.

*Some people have been sending me mails and text messages to tell them how to get Eeuropeans resident permits. This is where you get the information on how to go about it. There are back door routes but I will not publish it here.. Atleast learn as much as you can before you get your money involved*

As soon as I returned from the adventure with the two Brazilians ladies, I took my bath and called Francis to come into my room.

News had been circulating all over Europe that Portugal had started accepting applications for resident permit.
The rich European Countries such as Germany, Holland, Austria France, Belgium, Switzerland and the Scandinavians had one way of issuing a resident permit to an asylum seeker; You MUST get involved with a woman or man. Its either you Wed their woman or man or in some cases, have a child with their man or woman.

The Eastern European Countries such as Poland, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Romania, Hungary and others were busy trying to join the European Union. Their resident permits couldn't even allow you to travel to the Neighbouring Germany or Austria until you have their citizenship.

In Germany and Austria for instance, if you have a child with a Their citizens, the Government would give you what is called ' Fathershaft' or 'Mothershaft'. The permit Was like a visa. It would be stamped inside your international Passport. ( The process of converting from your country of asylum back to your real country will be in an ebook format layer)
It was a temporal permit which required about seven years to mature into a permanent resident permit.
In those seven years you would be waiting for the permanent permit;
You MUST avoid every illegal business.
You MUST not break any law such as beating the traffic or even fighting.
You MUST be working with the Father/Mothershaft thought out those years.
( there are more, will be I'm ebook too)

Another way of getting resident permit in Germany was Marriage, which also involved a German citizen. You two would be required to travel back to Africa and wed, then the german citizen would return alone while You wait in your Country until the papers were processed. This method was dangerous because if the German citizen didn't follow up the process as required, you would get stuck in your Country. ( There is a back door to this process as well but will not be published here).

In some Countries such as Holland, having a baby with their citizen will not get you a permit unless you were married to the partner.
( now you can see that there are slight differences in each countries laws, the comprehensive list of how each country operate will be published as an ebook by me and would be made available to the people who need them. A price may be involved, if I will spend many days perfecting things, I deserve some bottles of whiskey)

As I said earlier, Portugal was allowing applications. The rule includes that you must have lived in Portugal for atleast three years before you were eligible to apply. Some people who lived in Portugal but had gotten their permits elsewhere had applied for the permit too. Whenever their application got approved, they would contact people from Germany, Switzerland, Austria etc to buy the approved documents.
In that case, if you were willing to buy the approved application, you would be required by common sense to change your names to the names of the original applicant.
You would go to any Nigerian Embassy in Europe to get an International Passport bearing the names of the original applicant. That meant that you would be bearing another name for the rest of your life as long as Europe was concerned.
Another option was to send your data to Nigeria where a new Passport would be produced for you but with the names on the application you had purchased.

People from other European Countries also applied in Portugal by sending their datas to someone in Portugal to apply for them or traveled there to apply in Person..( I will end the permit lecture here for now. The back door procedures and more will soon be available)

In my own case, Jordan, my friend in Brandenburg had called Francis in Portugal who said there was an approved application that was available. That was the second reason behind my chosing Portugal, the first being that it was closer to Africa.

The following day after I arrived, some set of papers, supposed to have been the approved application was presented to me by Francis. It had belonged to Obinna, a Oji River man who looked and behaved like a scammer. I hated him because I believed in hustling and not scamming.

It was written in Portuguese which made it difficult for me to understood. I was told to pay 4000 euros before the papers would be given to me. The deal was shady and since there was no guarantee whatsoever that it was genuine, I refused to pay.
Rather I asked Francis to help me apply for a new one. I wanted something with my real names anyway and I was not in a hurry to leave Portugal.
I needed rest and Lisbon was perfect. Things were cheaper there, I was paying 200 a month euros for my room inside the flat where we lived. They sold Okro in the open markets just like in Oshodi Lagos. Half of the residents were Black too. Their transport system was cheaper.

Francis agreed to help me run my own application after I promised to pay him 1000 euros. It was a big money for him since they were all hungry over there in Lisbon. They were doing Obra jobs ( concrete and mason) to sustain themselves over there.
They had asked me to join them since I was just idle in LISBON but when I found out that they were paid peanuts, I refused. I had money anyway.

The following day, Francis took me to the Nigerian Embassy to get registered. When we got there, there was only one old woman seated behind a desk. She demanded for 200 euros before she wrote my names down as a Nigerian living in Portugal. They were all hungry, even the embassy workers. The Nigerian government had refused to send them International passport production machine which was the only thing that generated money. People who lived in Portugal were forced to go to other European countries to get their International Passports.
In my own case, I had decided to get mine from Nigeria and it turned out to be the biggest mistake I ever made about resident permit...

Zubby what is the difference between a hustler and a scammer?


Why do i get the feeling that all the money will go down d drain?

chinedumo: Zubby what is the difference between a hustler and a scammer?


Why do i get the feeling that all the money will go down d drain?

Scammer starts with 'S'.

A situation where someone lied to you and run away with your money is different from a situation where you worked for the money.

* I m not going to discuss my money with you,so dont ask again*

ZUBY77:


Scammer starts with 'S'.

A situation where someone lied to you and run away with your money is different from a situation where you worked for the money.

* I m not going to discuss my money with you,so dont ask again*

I still don't get it, if you bear the applicants name when you purchase the resident permit,, how about the picture that appears on the doc? Or does the document not carry any passport photograph?