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.

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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.”

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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”

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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”

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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”

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.

nice one Zuby77.
Been following from season 1 and will sure continue. i love the suspence and intrigues.

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Thumbs up bro...
Ure d bomb

Great work broooooooooo

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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.

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.”

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.