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6: COCAINE VOL 1
Chapter 6: Cocaine Vol.1
The Bijlmermeer or Bijlmer witnessed a plane
crash in 1992 which destroyed buildings. The
Local Government as a result, had decided to
change the structures. Bijlmer was also
referred as ‘Black arena’ due to the large
presence of black people in the area. The crime
rate was enormous which prompted the
government to demolish some of the hexagonal
grid buildings and built more expensive
apartments to attract the middle class. Bijlmer
also hosted the Ajax Amsterdam Arena Stadium
and Amsterdamse Poort which was the biggest
shopping mall in Amsterdam.
The Ganzenhoef was another busy area apart
from the Amsterdam Arena.
Days after i arrived In Amsterdam, i did
nothing except eat and sleep. I also used the
opportunity to make calls to the people i knew
in neighbouring countries. I called Maria in
Napoli. She was happy to hear that i was in
Amsterdam. She promised to fly with Ryan Air
to Amsterdam in two days but i told her not to
come.
”I am still squatting with someone. Just wait
until i rent my own place” i had told her.
Renting a place wasn’t the problem. The
problem was that if you go to a new
apartment, you won’t be able to learn the drug
business. Dozie was supposed to teach me the
rules of the business but he was a difficult
person to associate with. Sometimes he would
not talk to me for the whole day. He had also
moved his dealings to a different place where i
didn’t know. I wondered if he just didn’t want
me to learn the business or just being wicked.
I perceived that i was a disturbance to him. He
would seize every small opportunity to blame
me for doing this or not doing that.
I knew someone else in Bijlmer. He was a
cousin of mine whom i had welcomed back in
Germany. I had thought him the asylum rules
and stories and had sent him to asylum camp
in Bremen. He had been posted out when i
traveled to Nigeria and had relocated to
Amsterdam while i was in Nigeria. However, he
was still new in the business and was still living
with someone else. I couldn’t move to his
place. His name was Robin.
I confronted Dozie once and asked him what
people did to survive in Amsterdam since i had
been living with the money i brought from
Nigeria. He gave me a vague answer and said
he was going to send some stuff to Austria. He
asked if i had money to buy some small stuff
to add.
After some careful thought, i told him that i
could add €1500. He was happy atleast or so i
thought.
On the day of the business, he had gone out
and purchased some raw Cocaine.
He had shown me the €1500 worth of the
stuff and claimed that it belonged to me. I had
watched as he grinded the stuff, mixed it with
Ntugwa, a white powdered substance that was
used to increase the quantity of the real
cocaine.
Depending on where the stuff was going, the
Ntugwa was used at the rate of 50-50, 70-30,
60-40.
100 (%) was the measurement yardstick.
Depending on the agreement between you and
the recipient, you can also use the
measurement yardstick. Depending on how
Greedy you were, you can also use the
yardstick.
In Austria, the standard measurement was
60-40. It simply meant that you buy 60 grams
of raw and pure cocaine and mix it with 40
grams of the white substance Ntugwa. Ntugwa
was very cheap. If one gram of cocaine cost
€30, one gram of Ntugwa would cost less than
1€.
In Italy, the standard quality was 70-30. (Note
that the first numbers represented cocaine).
In Germany, the standard was 70-30.
Scandinavian was 60-40.
England was 60-40.
Greece was 50-50.
Most of the Eastern European countries were
40-60.
France and Belgium were usually 80-20.
Switzerland stood at 60-40 as well.
But if you were sending to the United States,
you dare not mix anything to it. Just tell them
your price and allow them to mix it however
they wanted when the stuff got there.
However, due to the risk involved and the cost
of the goods from Africa, our people would
export Ntugwa from Netherlands down to west
African countries. They would mix the stuff at
90-10 before bringing them to Europe.
However that wonderful stuff called cocaine
was a powerful substance. The pure
unadulterated cocaine usually weighed 1.1
after cooking it with Ammonia. The way it
worked was that if you measure out 1gram of
cocaine and cooked it with ammonia, it would
increase from the 1 gram to 1.1 gram. That
was how the unadulterated stuff was
determined. These kinds of unadulterated stuffs
came directly from South American Countries;
Brazil, Venezuela, Peru, Argentina, Chile,
Colombia, Uruguay, Ecuador and the
neighbouring countries. The people of Mexico
usually sent their stuff to the United States.
The 90-10 standard coming from Africa, when
cooked, would weigh 1 gram or 0.98 gram. It
would still be good but the point was that it
had been tampered with.
The South Americans had invaded the west
African coasts of Senegal, Guinea, Liberia,
Sierra Leone, Ghana, Nigeria, Togo, Ivory Coast
and Benin republic. They had huge presence in
those places. Since the European Union had
more secured waterways, they had shifted the
business to West Africa where they sold the
stuff to local dealers who in turn send them to
Europe, especially Holland.
Holland was chosen ahead of other
destinations because of their leniency on drug
business. Holland had the largest seaport in
Europe; The Europort in Rotherdam. Most of
the drugs came through there. They also had
one of the busiest airport in Schiphol
Amsterdam.
The Africans mostly transported their goods by
swallowing them. It was a suicide attempt as
one ball of the stuff could leak in the stomach
and kill the carrier (bird).
Every black inhabitant in Bijlmer had a small
measurement scale of 120kg capacity. It was
usually black and was sold in the open.
Everyone also had ammonia which was a
chemical used to wash the toilet but served a
better purpose of cooking cocaine.
Every one had small nylon waterproof bags as
well and a special spoon that was used in
cooking the stuff to determine the quality.
” Learn to use pain and pleasure instead of having
pain and pleasure use you. If you do that,
you’re in control of your life. If you don’t, life
controls you”


This chapter is dedicated to Thomas Okeke (aka Poka). Thomas was killed in South Africa last month. Go in Peace Poka.

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7: AMC AND COCAINE


Chapter 7: Cocaine vol 2.


Everyone had grinder too which could be used
to grind fruits and fresh tomatoes but also
served in Grinding the Cocaine into dusts and
mixing them with Ntugwa stuff.
Cocaine business was a high risk business
which involved avoiding the Police and other
government agents. It also involved avoiding
thieves, especially the Surinames and the
Antilleans. Records showed that the Africans
had fallen victims of the Antilleans and
Surinames in many occasions. People had been
killed for refusing to surrender their stuff to
those rascals. They were usually identified by
their hairstyles and intonations. Over 50% of
their young men had dreadlocks. There were
ofcourse some good ones among them but you
hardly find them. They knew that the Africans
were vulnerable since most of the Africans
were illegal immigrants who had moved from
neighbouring countries to Holland.
Over 95% of the African immigrants in Holland
had lived in other European countries such as
Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Spain, Austria and
the Scandinavia.
They usually head to those neighbouring
countries to take asylum and start raising
money. When those countries begin to disturb
them, they would pack up and head to
Holland. The government of Holland hardly
disturbed illegal immigrants in open places unless they caught you commiting an offence which would warrant taking your name and other data. Then they would discover that you had come from another country. They would send you back to that country. If you managed to get yourself free again from where they sent you, you could
easily come back and stay in Holland.
Unlike Spain and Portugal where one can apply
for resident permit after some years of being a
resident there, Holland didn’t do such. You
MUST marry their citizen before you get their
papers.
The laws were relaxed recently and some
positive provisions were made for illegal
immigrants. Among the provisions were 1: You
can apply for resident permit after 8 years if
you managed to take asylum in Holland when
you newly came.
2: You can also apply for permit if you
managed to live together as partners with an
European union citizen. Both provisions were
positive developments which started recently.
The Immigration department, through Queen
Beatrice, also announced few years ago, that
anybody who lived in the Country as from
2001 down could apply for permit if he or she
had any evidence that shows he had been living
in the country on or before then.
As a result, so many people applied for the
permit and were successful.
Few Nigerian also had the Dutch Passport
which was visa free to almost everywhere in
the World.
The African community lived in great fear all
over Amsterdam as one could easily be
deported back to anywhere.
The Dutch Police also took it as a hobby to
break into people’s apartments sometimes.
They did that with the pretence that they were
searching for illegal drugs. Although they
succeeded in finding drugs in some places but
never apologized to those
They found nothing in their apartments.
Unfortunately, the African immigrants were
never allowed to attend schools until years
after one must have gotten a resident permit.
Hundreds of Africans who had residents
permits of the neighbouring countries also
lived in Holland. They lived illegally since such
documents were allowed to stay in the country
for a short amount of time.
The lives of the African immigrants Holland
were predictably the same. Wake up, eat, take
a walk and go back to bed until there was a
drug business to do.
Few Africans had Afro shops where they sold
foodstuffs and other Africa related items. Some
were barbers, some did manual jobs such as
cleaning, cutting flowers with machines and
washing plates in Hotels and restaurants but
almost everybody, i repeat, almost everybody
was involved in the Drug business.
The rest of the European union countries had
complained that Holland was too free with
drugs. Each time the heat was High, the
authorities would arrest some petty dealers
and parade them all over the news. The victims
would be deported later and life went on.
Marijuana was legalized in Holland. One could
go to a shop and buy weed anywhere anytime.
However, the Dutch authorities banned the
weeds from being sold in stores in Bijlmer. The
reason was because of the high rate of crimes
in that area. People were being killed all the
time in Bijlmer due to drug related issues.
Some people who transported drugs to
Amsterdam through their stomach had died as
a result of some balls of cocaine refusing to
come out. The people who were supposed to
receive the traffickers (known as BIRDS) would
readily abandon the apartment where the bird
died and ran away. They would alert the police
through anonymous calls that someone had
died somewhere. The Police would then go to
the apartment where the bird died and take
him or her to the Teaching hospital located
near Bulewijk and Amsterdam Arena. The dead
bird would be operated on and the drugs
would be removed and confiscated by the
authorities. Nobody would go forward to claim
the corpse of the dead person which would
then be burned. Amsterdam was hell for my
fellow black men.
In some cases, some birds would spend days
trying to bring out the drugs and when it
became obvious that they couldn’t do that,
they would panic and run to the same hospital
where they would be operated on and the drug
seized. In some cases, the birds would be taken
to the airport and deported and in some cases
they would be locked up for some weeks or
months in Prisons.
The name of the hospital was AMC ( The
Academic Medical Center or Academisch
Medisch Centrum). It was afflicted with the
University of Amsterdam. They were experts n
surgery and neurosurgery. (You can Google
them up too). They were located in the bijlmer
neighbourhood.
The Africans were in a hell they created for
themselves. There were no group or
organizations that cared for the Africans.
Everybody was on his or her own; Yes they
were in hell.
” Men are so simple and so much
inclined to obey immediate needs
that a deceiver will never lack victims for his
deceptions”
THIS chapter is dedicated to all the victims of
cocaine injection.

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The only black groups in Amsterdam were the
Churches. We had Redeemed Church, Christ
Embassy and others imported from Lagos. All
they cared about was money.
The only time i went to the redeemed was the
day Bisi, a girlfriend of mine took me there
one night. The first thing i saw on the wall was
that ”If you don’t pay your tithe, God will not
bless you”.
That was it. I had seen enough and left the
place. Money! Money! Money! Everywhere, that
was what they wanted.
I never for one day, saw any Church
campaigned for the illegal immigrants to be
given legal status. I never for once, saw any
church took to the street to protest the
injustices being metted out to the black race
all over Holland. They were simply contented
with the offerings and tithes they collected
after telling us that our own blessings would
come from somewhere in the sky.
Yorubas had large presence in Amsterdam as
well as Edos and Igbos. But Igbos were mostly
single men who came for money. Yorubas
integrated a little more with the system while
Edos, divided into male and female categories
majored in prostitution and Scamming. I had
only seen one Hausa man there, just one.
In Africa, the Ghanaians were the most in
Amsterdam. News had it that there was a time
when a single Ghana person would marry up to
ten people in Ghana and bring them to
Holland.
Men: The man would go to Ghana and marry
her sister in court, then bring her to
Amsterdam only to divorce her in a year, then
went back to marry another person in Ghana.
Before 10 years, he would have married 10
people and brought them all to Holland.
Women: The divorced woman would travel to
Ghana and marry her brother or uncle and
bring him to Holland. They would live together
for a year or so until his papers were
complete, then she would file for divorce, go
to Ghana and marry another one.
Before the Dutch government found out what
was going on, half of Accra had migrated to
Holland. The Dutch authorities had quickly put
up a law that stopped the scam. They had
stamped that if one got divorced, he or she
would have to wait for years before marrying a
non Dutch citizen again.
As a result of the massive Ghana Scam, their
presence in Amsterdam alone had surpassed
the rest of the Africans. The Ghanaians could
be seen driving Taxis and even public buses all
over Amsterdam. Something you hardly see a
Nigerian doing.
On the other hand, Nigerians didn’t care about
living long in Holland or anywhere in Europe.
They wanted to make money and leave as soon
as possible. The Igbos Championed the idea.
Ask A Ghanaian how long he had lived in
Holland and he would tell you that he had just
came. 10 years in Holland for them was still
‘just came’ while 5 years for a Nigerian meant
that he had spent a lot of time over there.
The Ghanaians and Nigerians didn’t mix up
very well. They claimed that Nigerians were
arrogant and pompous while the Nigerians
claimed that Ghanaians were Lazy and looking
for free meal.
Unfortunately for Nigerians, the Ghanaians
were in Amsterdam long before they came. It
meant that almost all the apartments we lived
were bought or mortgaged by the Ghanaians.
We had to rent them from the Ghanaians and
pay them monthly.
Some apartments which the Ghanaians paid as
low as €200 monthly would be rented out to
the Nigerians at the rate of €800 monthly. The
Ghanaians who would have mortgaged another
apartment would then take another €200 from
the Money he made from the Nigerian and pay
for the apartment where he himself lived. He
would still be left with extra money at the end
of the month. They made money through the
Nigerians who made their own money through
hustling and drugs. Since the Nigerians lived
there illegally, they couldn’t take the cases to
the authorities. In any case, it was still
exploitation and illegal and everybody was
scared to speak.
I was once inspired to take up the case but
unfortunately, my one months genuine visa
had expired. I was then walking around with
the Portuguese papers which i had used to
travel home from Germany in 2006.
I had requested for it to be sent back to me
from Nigeria. As soon as the one month Visa
expired, i had started using it to walk around
Holland. I had no problem whatsoever using it
in Holland. I had been controlled once in Red
light district and was left instantly. But
naturally, I knew that i needed to get another
resident permit with the new passport since i
had no intention whatsoever to continue with
the old passport which was done in my
absence.
Some Ghanaians had somehow joined the
Antilleans and Surinames to steal drugs and
money from Nigerians. They would send their
women to befriend the Nigerians and somehow
find out when the Nigerians had drugs. The
women would send information back to them
and they would find a way to invade the
Nigerians.
The Nigerians didn’t help themselves either.
They wore the best cloths, bought the best
shoes and foods, drinks and every other
expensive thing they could find.
In the Night clubs, Nigerians would buy many
bottles of expensive brandy, whisky and
cognac. Hennessy and Moet were their trade
marks. Hennessy which sold at €23 in the
street were sold at €100 inside the GrandCafe
and Passion night clubs situated in front of the
Ajax stadium in Arena boulevard. The two clubs
were ran by Nigerians (Igbos). They operated
every other night except Mondays.
Nigerians would show up daily to showcase
how rich they were. Some would even use as
much as €500 note to write their phone
numbers for women.
Antillean and Ghanaian ladies would troop
inside the clubs to hook up with the Nigerian
showmasters. The Nigerians would buy them
drinks in quantum and take them home
afterwards. Things happened in Amsterdam,
the European capital of drugs.
Since Dozie was so mean to me, i waited
patiently for a break. I knew it was only a
matter of time before i stumble on something.
I had no option than to wait and observe. I
loved observing new things anyway.
” You can’t believe everything people tell you – not even if those people are your own
brain”

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Chapter 9: The beginning.
Going back to how it started, My
Father (RIP) died two days after i
entered Amsterdam. I had gone
out to buy cigarette since i
smoked then, and got a call from
my elder brother. It was on a
Saturday. A suitor was coming for
my immediate younger sister’s
traditional marriage that very day.
I had bought a bottle of Hennessy
to celebrate with them. I got the
call from my elder brother. It was
shocking since the man wasn’t sick
in anyway. He said the man had
slumped inside his room and was
taken to hospital, he had died a
few hours later. I had proceeded
to the kiosk and bought my
Marlboro menthol, then returned
back to the house and opened my
drink. Dozie came in from gym
and i told him what happened. He
had sympathized with me and
joined in the drink.
It was weeks after my father’s
death before Dozie had announced
that he had bought some drugs
worth about €1500 for me. I didn’t
know how it was sold or
measured or mixed. I just had to
agree with whatever he said.
I had stood and watched as he
grinded the stuff and mixed them
with Ntugwa. He had also
employed two people who had
tied the stuff in 10gram balls
each. After tying the drugs,
someone had come in the middle
of the night to swallow them. We
had cooked Okro soup which he
used to swallow them for easy
injection into the stomach. The
bird, as they were called, had
swallowed 80 balls of the stuff
which amounted to 800 grams of
cocaine. He was not able to
swallow the whole 1kg of the stuff.
As a result, 200 grams/20 balls
were left behind. Dozie had
wickedly announced that my
100gram was among the leftovers.
He promised that it would follow
the next move which i wasn’t sure
when it would be. I had no option
than to wait. He had also given me
the 10 balls that he claimed was
the worth of my money to keep. I
hid them inside my bag and forgot
it there since i didn’t know what
to do with them.
One afternoon, i ventured out
alone to the Amsterdamse poort
and met Mike. Mike was from
Nkpor in Anambra state. He lived
in Venserpolder area of Bijlmer.
We introduced ourselves and got
to know each other. He told me
where he lived and said he lived
alone in a two room apartment. I
had also told him my predicament
with Dozie. Mike said that i could
come to his place and stay if i
wanted. But he warned that i
would be contributing some
money to pay the rent after each
month.
It was the best news i had heard
in Amsterdam. I had told him that
i would move-in the following day
since i still had to sit down and
discuss my departure with Dozie. I
also wanted to buy some drinks to
say thanks to him since
accommodating someone wasn’t
that easy. People were too mean
and wicked in Amsterdam.
Everyone wanted to be n his own.
No one wanted to help anyone
including accommodation. It was
survival of the fittest for
newcomers.
After following Mike to his place, i
went back to our apartment with a
bottle of Hennessy. When Dozie
returned, i told him that i would
be moving the next day.
I wanted to move out peacefully,
he could claim that i stole
something from him if i left
without his notice.
In contrast, Dozie had asked me
to leave. I had spent over two
months doing nothing in his
apartment. He didn’t care what i
did. He would do his business,
buy foodstuff and cooked them
himself. He wouldn’t ask if i was
hungry or not. I would simply go
and take my own food. I knew he
would be angry but Naturally,
humans couldn’t survive without
food. Why should i care. He never
asked me not to eat but his body
language suggested he was not
happy. I had become a nuisance
for him. It was funny. He didn’t
know what i was capable of doing.
He had woken up one day and
while going to the gym, he had
told me to pack out before he
returned. I knew a day like that
was coming but i wasn’t ready
anyway. I had hoped to do at least
one two business deals before
finding my own place but i didn’t
see the opportunity.
It was his last ‘pack out’ warning
that propelled me to the
Amsterdamse poort where i met
Mike and started telling him the
story. He had asked me to join
him.
”I bought this drink for you Dozie”
i had said.
”I don’t need your drink, i told you
to leave before i come back” he
had shouted.
”The drink is to thank you for
accommodating me for so long. I
am leaving now”, i said.
I kept the drink on the glass table
and picked up my bag. He
watched as i opened the door and
walked out. I took the lift and
went down to the ground floor,
then i stopped a cab and took it to
Venserpolder.
Mike said that he knew Dozie.
Everybody knew almost everybody
in Bijlmer. He said Dozie was
never a good person but i tried to
remind him that he had the right
to boot me out. I was never afraid
of such things. The reason why i
even spent up to that amount of
time with him was to learn the
ropes of cocaine business but
unfortunately i didn’t learn
anything from him, not even the
simplest basic things such as
cooking cocaine with ammonia or
tying it. It was wasted months but
i didn’t care much. I had time.
As i settled with Mike, he was fun
to be with. He laughed at jokes
and made jokes too. Things Dozie
never did. I played playstation
with Mike daily as we waited for
business deals. Mike knew how to
tie cocaine balls very well,
therefore people would bring the
stuff for him to arrange. I would
help grind them and watched as
he tied them. I Started learning.
It was then that i learnt how to
cook and measure the stuff. Mike
would take me to night clubs in
Central area of the city. He didn’t
like the way Igbo boys bragged in
the closer night clubs. His
girlfriend who was half Dutch –
Half African would come and cook
for us sometimes. I wasn’t yet
doing business but i was getting
used to the system.
My money was going down
gradually. The good news was that
i had 100 grams of cocaine in my
bag which nobody knew about. I
had planned to send it out to
Austria whenever the opportunity
came. I had told a friend of mine
from my town who lived in Austria
about it.
” Giving up doesn’t always mean
you
are weak … sometimes it means
that you are strong enough to let
go”

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