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ZUBY77:
Chapter 151

Audrey left for Paris the following afternoon. It felt like i had lost a girlfriend. She was a very friendly beautiful blonde who didn't care about kissing in public.

I had followed her to the HB international airport where she had boarded Air France jumbo jet to Charles De Gaule international airport Paris.
Somehow i felt that i had lost Audrey's trust due to how i used her to steal the money from Sule. She would never understand that revenge and retaliation were the things that usually motivated me.
I loved to mind my own business but anytime someone felt that he or she was clever enough to scam me, wrong me in anyway and go free, i usually gave the situation serious thoughts and analysis which usually resulted in retaliation. I had been wrong in some of my analysis and modes of revenge but my brain was programmed to operate that way.

When i returned from the airport, i went to the Police station at Treichville and reported that Someone by the name of Sule was threatening my life. The Police officer who attended to me asked who Sule was, how i met him, what happened between us etc. I told him most of the things that happened, how Sule had approached me to give him money that would be multiplied into thousands of Dollars for me, how i told him that i had no money and how i connected him to a French girl, who he bought a flight ticket for and how the girl had left back to Paris. After my statements were written down, he gave me his personal phone number and i left.

From the Police station, i drove straight to the travel agent who had sold the ticket to us. He was there when i came. Business had returned to the city. It was December 27.
''My man'' i greeted him.
I told him that Audrey had traveled back to France.
''The boy who paid for the flight ticket to Dakar is disturbing me and the Police has been involved. However i told the police that he bought the ticket for the girl. I came here to tell you this because the Police may come here for investigation. If they come, tell them that the girl from Europe returned and took her money back. I would have asked you to tell them that she changed the ticket from Dakar to Paris and gave you more money BUT they could ask you to print the ticket from the database. Therefore, just tell them the girl returned and you refunded her, simple'' i said.
He saw my logic clearly and nodded. He was already involved and the best thing to do was to play along.

After the visit to the agent, i called one of my area boys to celebrate the new plan. I wasn't interested in confronting anybody but i was sure Sule would like to fight or get his money back.
When my Ivorian friend arrived, we went to a club full of Nigerian and Ivorian girls. As we sat in a corner drinking, i contemplated on whether to go for a Nigerian or Ivorian girl. Nigerian girls outside Nigeria had only one thing in mind; Money. Therefore i decided to go for Ivorian girl. I called one of them dancing on the floor.
Her name was Isabella.
''I am Austin'' i said as she sat down. She introduced herself as Isabella and said she wanted gin and tonic.
I gave her money to buy the drink and also bought more for me and my friend.
Isabella knew that i was a Nigerian. It seemed that most of the Ivorian men behaved like the French men. They hardly bought drinks for their women, rather everyone paid for his or her own drinks.

Behind the club hall was another club where a kind of sexx dance called Mapouka was being shown on a large television on the wall. Few people were there as the price was higher than that of the regular club house.
I excused myself from my new area boy and gave him $20 to enjoy himself, then i took Isabella to the Mapouka hall. We took our drink along.
I sat on a sofa beside Isabella and watched as the naked men and women danced and touched and caressed and kissed and fvcked. It was my first time to watch such videos and it was fun.
My dickk had even started getting excited. Isabella noticed that and started rubbing it right there inside the hall.
The sex dance hall was designed to accommodate only couples. If you came alone, you won't be allowed inside.
All the men there came with women. The small hall had about seven two-seated sofas which meant that it can only contain about seven men and seven women. One seat was still vacant. We were about twelve in the small hall. I took a quick time out to analyse the hall because i hated surprises. It was always better to be acquainted with whatever place you found yourself.

As we sipped our drink, my dickk was being rubbed by Isabella.

''How much are you going to cost me Isabella'' i suddenly asked.
''Just $100'' she said and smiled. I giggled.
''This $100, what and what will it cover'' i asked.

''I will stay with you until daybreak, i will suck your manhood, i will fvck'' she said.
Well, everything she said was worth that amount. I didn't want to argue but i simply asked her how much discount i would have if i decided not to go home with her. She asked if i would still fvck since there were chalets in the club house.
I eventually agreed to take her home. She was an Ivorian, my first. It was only reasonable that i took her home to get the best of the Ivorian treats. $100 wasn't such big money for an international treatment.

After over an hour at the Sexx dance hall, we went outside and entered one of the already waiting cabs back to the Ben Residence hotel where i lodged. As soon as we got into the room, i mentally checked where all my money was. I had hidden a large chunk behind a pipe in the bathroom, then i had hidden some inside a pocket of my Jean trouser inside my bag, some where in my wallet. It was better that i Separated them since no thief could steal all of them at the same time. I needed to be careful in Abdijan since i knew nobody to give me money there.

After a few sips of whisky inside the room, Isabella suddenly stood up, slipped out her short gown and sat beside me on underpants and bikini. It was time.

i am wondering how easy it would be for a Nigerian (an Igbo man) scammer who was hustling in another mans land in the hit of December flexing back home to trust you with his $500 in AFRICA,NOT EVEN EUROPE and leave you with it,without bordering to check if Audrey actually boarded a flight he paid for,if at all an Igbo Man would"nt have known it was counter_scam according to your story.

And i wonder how he didnt know you were Igbo too. They say Igbos have a way of giving themselves away even before they opened their mouth to speak,you my friend shouldnt have being any different afterall that same instinct helped you indentify those drug sellers in viena to be Igbos
(If he did ,what is the probability that he will trust you without a partnership) 0.000111?


And Wow you are the first Man on earth that no woman has been able to resist sexual advances from ...James bond ...

You made mention of being to Ekiti in 2002,but didnt write about what took you there.(Charm?)

You know i am just curious , because You did like to see your African Bethrens Liberated from the shackles of God and Allah according to your writings,but feared Juju deeply when you were in Edo.Does it mean you believe in the potency of Juju , if so you must have used it many times, before travelling to europe,wash face inorder to be irresistible before girls and Possibly to appear invincible,because ,frankly only an invincible person could escape all this troubles unhurt...

Anyway the story is very captivating , so i will continue reading,and will also continue pointing out the plot holes..

ZUBY77:
Chapter 148

I called Sule from my room late that evening.
''I have talked to the Oyibo but she said that they were many of them who had come from Europe on a chattered flight. She said she have the money but that it was in Dakar Senegal where they landed first last week. She also said that they came to Abdijan with a chattered bus and that nobody can leave until their seven days stay in Abdijan is over. However she said she can go to Dakar and get the money if she can get flight ticket'' I had told Sule.

I didn't want to tell him that Audrey needed money for transport to Dakar, i told him she needed flight ticket. I was careful not to mention money.
He promised to call me back.

When Sule called me back, she said she would like to speak with Audrey. I told him she was sleeping but that i will tell her as soon as she woke up.

When i returned to Audrey's room, i told him that the guy she saw with me at the beach was a Scammer. I narrated to her everything i had told Sule.

''We are going to try to get the ticket money from him'' i said.

Audrey wanted me to head straight to the Police and report Sule. She didn't know how Africa worked.
I told her that there was no need and that we had no evidence except our words against his. When i succeeded in convincing her, i flashed Sule. I wasn't going to be wasting my airtime on a deal i didn't believe in.

When Sule called back, i told him that Audrey had woken up. I handed the Phone to Audrey who, like i had told her, said she would need a flight ticket to Dakar where she had left her bag and bank cards. She told Sule that she needed to rush to Dakar the following morning and return in the evening.
The amount for the ticket were discussed. None of us knew but Audrey said she would go down to a travel agent to check out the price immediately. She also asked Sule if her own share could be increased since she was sponsoring the deal, Sule agreed.

When the phone conversation was over, i took her down to a cyber cafe to check the price of ticket. It was a Sunday and as a result, we couldn't find any travel agency. But at the cybercafe, we found out that Abdijan to Dakar stood at $499.99.
We called Sule back and told him. He promised to get the Money the following morning.

The Sule business had interrupted my original plan of sleeping with the Blonde French girl. I had planned how to make my move as soon as we returned from the beach. I was going to freshen up and go to her room with a bottle of wine and a romantic candle. I was going to pretend that i had fallen in love with her.
She was surely going back to France after her vacation which meant that it was going to be a very short term love affair; the kind i liked then.
But the Sule business had surfaced and altered my plan. Sule was going to pay for that anyway.

When we returned to Ben Residence hotel where we lodged, i followed her to her room without the wine or candle. We sat on her bed and talked about useless things until i got the courage
to make a move on her. I had tactically crossed my left hand on her Shoulder and slightly pulled her on my laps. She had fallen easily and stayed there while i caressed her blonde soft hair. My hand had moved slowly from her hair down to her skinny back and all the way to her buttocks where it stopped and squeezed it severally. She was enjoying the squeezing.

Ironically, Audrey had cost me two days in Abdijan. I was sure that i could have hooked one local girl up since the Friday i arrived if not that she was on the way.

The arse squeezing had motivated me to turn her around and initiated a kiss. Her lips were soft and sweet. She responded fully and eventually took over the kisses. Then all of a sudden, she opened my zipper and brought out my already hard dickk. One quick look on my face and she bent down and started sucking it. The experience was different, probably because it was at a different environment with a different person too. While she sucked, i opened the single button on my jean and pulled it out of me. I also pulled out my T shirt and left just the singlet. I had removed my boxers when we returned from the beach in a clear anticipation of what we were doing.

When she got tired of sucking, i pulled her up and removed her dress. I pulled out my wallet from the trouser and picked up a condom.

''Oh my gawd'' she kept moaning out while i fvckked her from behind. She kept pushing her arse backwards to meet my dickk half way as we pumped on each other until i exploded. After removing the condom and cleaning up, we started all over again. The second round was even better as we lasted much longer than the first one.

She was totally exhausted by the time we finished. I took her to the bathroom and gave her a thorough bath. I took mine too before i crossed over to my room to change cloths. Then i returned to her room and we chatted until it was almost midnight before i left for my room.


About 8 am the following morning, i woke up and went down to a busy area where i found a travel agent. He was an Ivorian but understood some English. I explained to him that someone wanted to send my girlfriend to Dakar but that she had no intention of making the journey with a flight. According to me, she would make the journey with a bus but since the person sending her insisted on flight, we would get the ticket from him and return back for our money when he left.
The agent agreed to do that after telling me that he wasn't going to add the ticket information into the airline database. I promised to give him $40.

When Sule called that morning, i went to Audrey and woke her up. We agreed to meet at Le Plateau Area where the agency was located. I told Audrey that i had gone to the agency already and that he had agreed to issue us a refundable ticket. She was surprised at how i planned the deal. According to her, it was perfect.

We prepared and went down to Le Plateau. Mr Sule was already there before we arrived. I had told him to come.

A flight ticket from Abdijan to Dakar was $499.99 in 2006 ? Isnt that too much , or you forgot the amount you saw.

ZUBY77:
Chapter 91

The next morning, my brother called from Onitsha. he had done some background investigations on Daisy and her family. Unfortunately they belonged to the Outcast clan ( Osu).

The news shook me to my bone. I couldn't believe it initially but the news gradually sank down into my thick skull.
According to him, Daisy and her parents had not even returned to the village for years. The negative stigma of that unfortunate culture had taken them far away from Igboland and they were not ready to step their toes on their land again.

Outcast ( Osu):
I had heard about Osu right from when I was a kid. It had caused a lot of troubles in my own town. The problem with it was that if you marry from an Osu family, the entire town would regard you as one. You would be excommunicated and treated differently from the rest. If you host a ceremony such as burial or marriage, the rest of the town would not attend. Your parents would be removed from the village groups and meetings. If you kill a cow, nobody would come to get a share of meat. During the Ani Festivals such as Ikeji, Ifejioku, Ani Obodo and the rest, you would not participate with the rest of the community. It was the worst culture that I had seen in Igboland.
Rumour had it that the Osu people were those who had been dedicated to Oracles and those who had been captured as war hostages.
The problems caused by the Osu stigma were endless in Igboland.
Numerous prominent men had tried to stop it in Igboland but unfortunately, people still practiced it.

Back in Germany, I had boasted that I would not care if I married Osu or not but as soon as the news of Daisy and her people being from Osu group was announced to me, I became helpless.

I knew that I could disregard the the problems and marry Daisy but if my parents, my extended family and most of my friends refused to attend my marriage because of it, I had no name for how I could feel.

After the news from my brother, I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. My mind wondered to what I would tell Daisy. The poor little angel had high hopes on me, she had believed that I was hers already. She may not have even knew about the Osu thing.
After an hour of thinking, I landed nowhere. I came up empty, something I rarely did.

I got up and opened my fridge, my whiskey were running down but I still had a bottle of JW and Elliot.
I opened the JW and drank from the bottle. It felt good.
The entire apartment had became small for me, I wanted to go out.

I went to the bathroom and took my bath
as I staggered down the stairs and out of the building, I saw Issa unpacking his goods inside his small security room. I turned and walked back upstairs. The phone I had collected from him sat on top of the fridge. I picked it up and switched it on. Madam's number was still there. I deleted it and walked back downstairs.

''here is your phone'' I said as I stretched my hand towards Issa.

''Do you know why the landlord sacked you''. I asked. He said nothing.

''Next time, if madam ask you to tell her anything about me, don't do it'' I said as he took the phone from me.

'' I've never been able to relate to many people. I've always been the outcast child. I don't follow the rules. That's kind of how I do everything. Through my life stories, I've found a place on nairaland where I'm accepted, so I'm happy"

..... And so shall you be, my Daisy, with or without me.

i knew it

ZUBY77:
Chapter 11

A little less than an hour after leaving Port Harcourt, I found my self in the large dirty town of Aba.
I had stopped at a shop near the Port Harcourt road junction to buy a can of Hydraulic. I had noticed a slight difference on my anti-clock breaking system (ABS) on my way out of Port Harcourt. A warning light had shown on the dash.
A bus full of Rangers FC of Enugu supporters club had driven past me. It only meant that there was a football match between Rangers and an Aba based team.
I decided to follow them to find out.

I entered the Port Harcourt road Aba and chased after the bus. There was a lot of hold up and as a result, I lost the bus.
I called a commercial Bike man and asked him where the football stadium was located.
He asked me to follow him. The movement was extremely slow which prompted the Bike man to demand that I pay him N400.
''No problem'' I had assured him.

We drove down the Port Harcourt road and diverted right to the Ngwa Road. We drove for minutes and got past Ahia Ohuru market, then we cornered left to the Dan Fodio road.
The Enyimba International Stadium was built on our left. I packed my car in front of the stadium and paid the Bike man off.

I had heard that Aba was a dangerous town. As a result, I opened the boot of my car and disconnected the battery head of my car (My car battery was at the boot, even until today). I locked the boot and walked to the stadium gate where a lady demanded that I pay N100 for a ticket to enter.
N100, how could a football team survive with such ridiculous prize? I was paying €15 to €20 to watch Hertha Bsc Berlin play in olympic stadium. That if changed to Naira was close to N4000. The different was very large.

The players of Enugu Rangers were warming up for a match. The score board at the far end of the stadium indicated that Enyimba FC Aba was going to Play Rangers FC Enugu. The score was still 0:0 according to the score board.

I walked down to an area where the Rangers supporters had already organized themselves and started singing. The trumpet and drums boomed around the stadium as they sang in support of their dear team.

'' Nani Otu Rangers bu Ihe anyi nwere, Nani Otu Rangers bu Ihe anyi nwere. Eehhhh aga m abulu ya abu, Eehhhh aga m abulu ya abu, eeh Eeh Eeh aga m abulu ya abu, Nani otu Rangers bu Ihe anyi nwere'' The song roared through the crowed.

It was so nice to hear those native songs once more. I abandoned myself to the song and shouted with them as if I was one of them.
The song reminded of those days when I used to go to Oba Rojenny stadium to watch Rangers play Jasper united FC.

At exactly 3pm, the game started.

why do i have a feeling that this incredible writer is NwaAmaikpe

ZUBY77:
CHAPTER 30: WHITE KAROLINA


I turned around and saw John bighead emerging from the bush.

Awiti, who had not seen or known who John was, just stood there and stared at the guy coming out from the bush while I thought how best to handle the situation.

'' I think you have a mental problem'' I said to him in Igbo language.

The idea was to drag the issue away from Awiti as much I could. I was beginning to like her so much.
But the mischief maker insisted on speaking pidgin English.
''Na your papa get mental problem'' he said while maintaining a considerable distance between us.
I took Awiti's hand and started walking out of the park. It was a ten minute-walk to the Camp. John followed us behind, talking about what he would have done to me if the environment was different.

We got to the camp without fight, so I decided not to do anything about it.

Around 8pm, I saw Awiti off to the female hostel. When I got back, I went to Mike and told him what happened with John in the park.
He advised me to let it go since we will soon be posted out of the Camp.
Mike in the other hand, had approached Agnes for a date. I didin't know what she said to him but since I had not seen them together, I figured out Agnes was tired of Nigerians and their ways.

People were being posted out of camp on daily basis while new campers were being admitted. Some of the people I knew had been posted out. I would go to the Notice board every morning to check on my name but I knew that it would take atleastrological two weeks after my interview.
Awiti's Interview came a week before my departure. We had rehearsed her own story over and over again. She was a Somali in camp since there was no crisis in Kenya.

One evening, I went outside camp alone and met a white lady. She was a Polish girl who had come to look for work in Germany. Karolina was her name. She understood German and very little English but enough to communicate with me. I had just finished buying beer from the spar and was on my way back to camp when I saw her coming towards me. She was young and I couldn't tell her age. We were warned to stay away from girls who were not up to 18 years. fvcking a girl below 17 was a one way ticket to prison, so we were careful about that until Karolina showed up.
It was Karolina who greeted me first as we met, I stopped her and we got chatting. She told me she lived alone in a street in the middle of the town. She asked about Africa and I told her the much I remembered. To my greatest surprise, she thought Africa was just a country. She had never heard of Nigeria or Ghana except some cities like Libya and Ethiopia and Egypt.
Since she was not in a hurry, I invited her to join me in my beer. We strolled eastward towards Cottbus, an Area I was sure Awiti would never venture into. We got to a large concrete bench on the floor and sat there.
August was ending, and a new strange season was descending on that part of Germany. There was breeze and the leaves were falling out of the trees in quantum.
It was a beautiful atmosphere as we sat on the slab while cool breeze brushed past us in a romantic way. After a can of beer each, our discussion changed from Africa to private matters.
She was 18 years according to her but had already separated with three boyfriends.
Two of the boyfriends was from Warsaw in Poland while the last one was a German.
In my own part, I have had only one girlfriend my whole life but when the bomb landed in our town in Cameroun, everybody got scattered and separated and I had managed to found myself in Germany while I knew nothing about her.

When the darkness descended, we fell in a temporal love and started kissing. Her teeth was banded by some kind of wires. She explained to me that it was going to fall out when she was 15 and the doctors had binded them together. Too much chocolate was to blame.
After over three hours with Karolina, I told her that I was going back to Camp. She offered to see me off but I declined. I didn't want to run into Awiti, so I told her to go. She invited me to her apartment the next day and I accepted.
On my way back to the camp, I expected John to pop out of nowhere but I didn't see him. I was disappointed because I wanted him to see that I had gone white.

When I got back to the camp, I didn't look for Awiti. She was surprised when she came to the prayer center and found me singing. I had always gone to take her with me to the prayer house but that evening, I had gone alone. She stared at me through the 30 minute prayer session and when it was over, she walked up to me and demanded for explanations. I had not forgotten to call her, I told her that I was running late and that it was my turn to sing the praises that day.

The following day after lunch, I sneaked out of camp again. I went to the point where I had been with Karolina the previous day. We had agreed to meet there that afternoon and proceed to her apartment. I took two cans of beer along with me. I spent over an hour sitting there alone with my beer until I got tired of waiting. I was considering going back to the camp when she showed up with her bicycle. She asked how long I had been waiting and I lied that I had been there for hours.
We trekked to her house while she moved the bike on the ground.
It was a neatly decorated one room apartment. We sat on the long sofa and talked about Poland and Germany. According to her, the Area we were which was Eisenhuttenstadt with the neighbouring cities such as Cotbuss, Frankfurt oder and many more had belonged to Poland but it was Adolf Hitler who had captured the lands from Poland during the war.
I wasn't interested in the history but I played along.
When she felt that I had become hungry, she offered to give me food and I accepted. I sat there waiting for hot Rice with fat chicken legs but to my disappointment, she came out with some brown bread and a cup of butter. I smiled and thanked her as if it was what I was looking forward to. I ate two slices of the diet bread and declared myself satisfied.

When I finished eating, she asked a question that changed everything.

'' have you ever had sexxx'' she had asked.
I nodded in affirmative and asked why she wanted to know.
She said nothing.
She asked me to bring out my Joystick for her to see.
*what kind of weird girl was that*

I was alarmed but I knew that i could over-power her if anything strange was to happen.
I asked why she wanted to see my Joystick. She had heard that African Joysticks were bigger than the whites and she wanted to know.
I pulled down my trousers and brought out my already rising Joystick.

*All the girls who had seen my Joystick since the turn of the millennium nearly two years before that day had also felt it inside their honey pots.
Karolina Maniecka was not going to be be an exception*

right here,i knew was just another fantasy writer with good (not good enough afterall,) imagination. First of all the age of consent in germany is 14 not 17, secondly no german/poland lady will kiss you randomly , because they dont get intimate until they are sure you/them have feelings for each other.Thirdly karolina is a poor choice for a polish name,try katrina