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Zubby! U r a damn good writer enriched with a fantastic life experience. Gooood job man!

I normally just read threads but this is one really good thread,now like the ibo smart guy you are do d following
1. Open a blog (more money)
2.Copyright your story (keeps away pirates)
3.Choose to make a movie or series out of this,am very sure it will be a blockbuster.
EPIC tale if you asked me 100/10!!!!!!!

Jose and nunu wants to outshine their master. Dem no knw sey wetin master dey take chop pap dey under leaf.

Zuby i must confess that i ve learnt alot from this and i am still learning. I see u sir!!

More grease to ur phalanges as u type. Happy sunday you all

This is classic, I rate it 9.99/10. Weldon Zubby

Chapter 83. Welcome to Braga

Less than ten minutes after I left Sao Bento station, I got to my hotel.

Jennifer was packing slowly when I got to the room. I told her to hurry up. There was no time. I went into the bathroom and picked the money I had hidden behind the water pipe.
I helped Jennifer pack faster. We Scrambled out out of the room and as we got down to the ground floor, my phone rang. It was Jose.
'' We are at the bar in the abandoned ship'' he said.

'' Wait for me, I am on way'' I said calmly.

The taxi driver who brought me to the hotel from the station was waiting for me. I had given him extra 10 euros and asked him to wait.
We loaded our two bag inside the boot of the Mercedes Benz cab, got inside as fast as we could and drove out of the hotel.

I didn't want to go to the Sao Bento Train station. Madam Grace could still be there waiting for her return train. Coimbra was in the south of Porto. Madam Grace may have also for some reasons decided to use a stop over train which meant that she could change trains in Coimbra since the city was between Porto and Lisbon.

The safest option was to head North. The nearest City in the North was Braga.

'' Take us to Braga'' I said to the Taxi driver.

The Taxi driver looked at me as if I was a dumb person.
'' Braga is 40 minutes from here, it will cost you a lot of money.'' he said.
I told him to take us to Braga or I would find another cab.
He shook his head and headed North to Braga through highway A3.

Braga was the fourth Largest city in Portugal after Lisbon, Porto, Amadora. It was situated in the Northwest part of Portugal.
I had studied its map a few days before before our final operation in Porto. The reason was to know which way to go when we it was time to leave Porto. I had ruled out Lisbon due to Madam Grace and her thugs. I had also ruled out Amadora because it was pretty close to Lisbon.
Coimbra, the next big city was a transit point to Madrid and many parts of central Spain, it would be very easy for someone who knew me to spot me there.

Braga was the answer.
We got to Braga in the middle of the afternoon on December 30. The weather was a little bit colder than Porto.
I had switched my phone and Jennifer's phone off as soon as we left Porto. I was sure Jose must have been calling but since he wanted to play a smart boy, I made him understand that we Africans were never what they took us to be.

The price meter on the Taxi that brought us was hovering above 230 euros. Our TaxI man was concerned about the price. He believed that the two young African couple would not be able to pay him.
I asked him to locate a cheap hotel for us. He murmured something inaudible and engaged his gear.
I opened my wallet and handed 300 euros to him. The smile on his face returned.

After a few questions, we found the Liberdade Guest house, located in the avenida da liberdade. An avenue with mostly white occupants..

We knocked on the metal door and a young man of about 28 years opened the door. He didn't say hi or welcome or anything. He just gazed curiously at two black faces.
'' We need a place to rent'' I said. He motioned us to come inside. I asked Jennifer to stay with the Taxi man while I check the place out.
I followed the man to the reception hall.
He brought out their room lists and their prizes. A quick scan down the list gave me what I wanted.
A cheap apartment with private bathroom, Kitchen and veranda.
I pointed to the one I wanted. He took me upstairs to inspect it. It was a nice neat room with enough space. There was a long sofa, a reading table and chair. A TV, A reading lamp, a large bed that can contain three people. A wardrobe and some hangers in it.
I peeped in the kitchen and found a gas cooker and a fridge. The bathroom was neat and space too.

We returned back to the reception and check the price.
The apartment was
€30/day.
€180/week
€600/month.
I asked him to prepare a one week receipt for us.
I went outside and get our bags from the boot. The taxi driver called me and gave me €25. He said that was my balance. I gave him the money back and told him to go. He gave me his number and asked me to call for his service when next I visit Porto. Then he drove away.

We carried our two small bags inside and paid €180 at the reception. We took our keys and went upstairs.
I opened the room and we entered inside the warm room, away from Lisbon, away from Porto, away from Madam Grace, away from Jose and away from Danger.

Good morning fellow travelers.

I hope we all enjoy the city of Braga today.
Braga is a very Religious city, So it is a perfect timing to be in it on a Sunday (Today).

Am just feeling ur level of planning for any future eventuality. Ride on.

ZUBY77: Good morning fellow travelers.

I hope we all enjoy the city of Braga today.
Braga is a very Religious city, So it is a perfect timing to be in it on a Sunday (Today).

Why not. Lets go dia.

Second to comment......lol Oga Zubby ride on.

Nairaland politics can wait, am enjoying this thread, zuby keep it. I dey follow u bumper to bumper

Through this blockbuster of a story, I've come to understand one basic fact of life: Givers never lack. People who have cultivated the art of giving ALWAYS have things working out for them. Somehow, doors open for this folks even when they haven't yet knocked.

Following your story, with all what you've written so far, you've given out over a thousand euros, not because the recipients necessarily deserve it, but because you KNOW the art of giving, and you know what it brings.

Chairman, I don learn! I do that alot too, but I still need to do alot more! It's also called INVESTMENT!

Waiting on u Oga Zubby.

Chapter 84.

As soon as we settled in our new apartment, I opened the black bag containing Madam Grace's Ransom money. I spread the contents on the floor and asked Jennifer to count them while I took my bath.

When I returned, she said it was €13,000. The money was complete.
Our own share would have been 7 or 8 thousand euros but since Jose and Nuno his friend wanted all of the money, why wouldn't I want all of it as well.

I told Jennifer to go take her bath. As soon as she went into the bathroom, I opened my two phones and removed the sim cards. I opened her own phone and removed the sim card too. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw the phones scattered all over the table. She looked at them and decided not to ask questions about it. She knew I must have had a good reason for scattering the phones.

She applied her make up and wore her cloths, then we went downstairs and into the Historical city of Braga Portugal.

We walked hand in hand like lovers and strolled down towards southeast of the avenue. We came out at the Joao XXI Avenue. We turned right and walked to the busy Immaculate Conception avenue.
We went into a phone shop and bought two Nokia Phones. Then we bought 3 sim cards.
We found a chinese Restaurant and entered.
The incidents of the day made me forget that human beings survived on foods and water.
We ordered fried rice mixed with chicken flesh and fresh crayfish.
After the meal, we called a cab and went into the city center.

I was wondering what to do for my little Jenny to make her feel loved and relaxed. The girl had been through a lot. Running with me like a fugitive from one city to another.
I wondered if she enjoyed the unexpected adventure.
I wondered if she would agree to do the same things if the time was rewinded.
I wondered how she would feel when our paths would follow different routes someday.
I just hoped she would be prepared because as for me, Ozoigbondu 1 of Berlin, Circumstances had trained me like a soldier and my mind had been fortified to survive every condition.

We stopped at a busy area and got down.. There was boutique around the corner where the taxi stopped us. We got inside. I told Jenny to start picking cloths and shoes to the tune of €800. It was time to change her wardrobe.
She hugged me in public for the first time and started shopping.
I left her at the shop and crossed the road to buy two small pots, a bag of rice, tomato pastes, a chicken, a knife, a Video Machine with scart cable. Some body creams, and a few more small items. When she finished, I walked back across the road and asked her to pay for the items from the €1500 I gave her in Porto for emergency. I told her to hold the remaining €700 but she insisted on giving it to me to keep.
We called a cab and loaded our new properties, then we drove back to our apartment.
When we got back, Jenny went into the kitchen while I worked on the new mobile phones.
I put a new sim card in one of the new phones and put it on the electric socket to charge. I also put one of the old sims into an old phone and started writing down the phone numbers in it.
Less than two minutes after switching the old phone on, it rang. It was Francis. He asked why my number had not been connecting. He asked when I will return. He confirmed that there was no letter for me.
I was still talking with Francis when a beep came to the phone. I checked to find out who it was.
Damn! Jose was on the line.
I ignored him and continued with Francis. News down in Lisbon was that I had eloped with one of Madam Grace's favourite girls. Some said they had spotted me with Jennifer in Madrid, some said Valencia, others said we were still in Lisbon.
According to Francis, a search party had been organized in Malaga, Napoli, Lisbon and Paris.
Madam Grace had promised money to anybody who could bring back Jennifer. He said Madam had been boasting in Lisbon about how she would skin me alive anytime I set my foot on Lisbon soil again.
Rumours also had it that some guy had emerged out of nowhere and claimed that he knew me back in Nigeria. He said that
I was a criminal that ran away from Aba, Abia State Nigeria when the Bakassi boys were killing thieves.

I thanked Francis and promised to send him €300 to pay for my room in Lisbon and Keep the rest. The month was ending the next day.
I finished copying the phone numbers that I needed and switched the old phone off again.

Jenny brought out Rice and stew later and we ate together like husband and wife.
It was a delicious home made stew.
Somehow, my love for her had increased.

*Ozoigbondu 1 of Berlin
*Osonduaguike 1 of Lisbon

Oga zubby. Am just visualizing europe as I read ur story. Ur the Boss. Ride On

SOME QUOTES FROM CHAPTER 86


""It had remained that way ever since until that very moment I saw myself at the Bom Jesus Cathedral.

'' Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee, Blessed art though amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus'' I prayed.

I got absorbed into the Prayers and lost myself into it.
After the first decade of ''10 Hail Mary'' I said a little more prayers and it was '' Hail Mary'' all over again.

While I prayed, I wondered why the Catholics had to adopt that style of Prayers. Why would we say over ''100 Hail Mary'' in just one round of Rosary.
It was boring to me but we were also told to have faith.

'' Faith'' A supernatural gift of God which enables us to believe without doubt, what God has revealed. - Christian Doctrine.

''Faith'' Another one of those ropes that tied us around the necks, legs, minds and never allowed us to think freely.- Me.

How could you believe what you don't know, what you have never heard or seen just because a Pastor or Priest said so.
How can you even identify a truthful Priest? How how how.

Someone divided the Red Sea with just a stroke of a stick- Believe with Faith or go to hell.

The Other guy spent Three or four days in the belly of the fish - Believe it or go to hell.

There was the Other guy who walked on water - Believe it or go to hell.

There was no way around it.
Somehow, all those things happened in a Book. A holy book that was written thousands of years ago.

Somehow those things could no longer happen now because The human beings had decided to indulge in Sins and turned their backs against God.
God had decided to abandon us BUT he loves us; Yes he loves you.""

Oga ZUBY. Ok oooo. As u don carry ''bini juju'' hold me for this ur thread, no wahala. Na follow follow I go dey follow u till I see the end of this tory. No leave, no transfer.

I laugh in Ozongbodu 1 of berlin..........huaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaa

Zubby u no dey fear @ all if madam grace catch u na die be dat, nw even joel go dey work against u guy beta run go beg madam grace hmmmmmm,

nice one joor

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Chapter 85: The Confession

In the Night of December 30, the Children Of Braga had started throwing knockouts.

I sat on the reading table while Jennifer sat on the reading chair. We played Whot/cards and watched the sky as different kinds of Knockouts with different sounds and light designs decorated the night temporarily and faded away.
Jennifer wanted us to go outside and get our own bangs but I was tired. We played our cards until midnight, then we slept.

The following morning, I went downstairs alone and asked the receptionist where we could go and look around in the city. He suggested Bom Jesus do monte cathedral. I went back upstairs and asked Jennifer to get prepared. We were going out.
She took her bath and applied some colour on her face and some red greasy leads on her lips, then we stepped out and hired a cab to the Cathedral.

BOM JESUS DO MONTE ( Good Jesus Mountain) CATHEDRAL was one of the largest in Braga. It was built in 1722. It was located at the top of a small mountain. The staircase to the top of the mountain contained 600 steps in a ZigZag style. Each end of the ZigZag hosted a fountain chapel used as a stop for the Catholic's station of the cross.

There were water trains that transported people to the top of the mountain but we decided to walk the entire steps up to the top where the Church was built. It was a good exercise.

I ignored the fact that it was a Church and held Jennifer's hand as we climbed the steps. It took us nearly 30 minutes to get to the top since we paused occasionally to inspect some wonderful structures built hundreds of years ago.

When we got to the top, there were several tourists taking pictures and praying.

A confession session was going on. The new year was some hours away and believers wanted to enter it with righteousness.
I asked Jennifer if she was baptized and Confirmed and brainwashed like me in the Catholic doctrine, she said she wasn't a Catholic.
I asked her to keep looking around while I stood in line for my own confession. I warned her not to venture too far away from the hall.

I was born a Catholic. My parents were Catholics who were members of the choir in the St Mary's Catholic Church in my hometown. I got baptized in 1981 when I was a year old.
I received the holy communion in August 1987 and got Confirmed in September 1989.
I was a dedicated Catholic who attended Church every Sunday until I moved to Special Science Senior Secondary School where I lived in the school like every other student. It was at the boarding school that I stopped going to Church. It was then that I stopped receiving holy communion and stopped attending confessions. Then, i saw no need to go to the Church and confess your sins, ask God to forgive your sins with a promise never to do it again. Then start doing the same things all over again from the moment you left the Church. It looked absurd to me then and I stopped.

But right there at the Bom Jesus do Monte, I felt the need to confess my sins. I felt the need to ask God for forgiveness. I had done a lot of things regarded as sins.
I had dealt on drugs, blackmailed, had sex, looked at a beautiful woman with lust, the list was endless.
The problems was that I didn't know where and how to start. I wasn't even sure the Rev. Father at the confessional understood English but that one didn't bother me much.

Twenty minutes later, it was my turn to confess. I entered the Confessional and before I knelt down, the Rev. Father asked '' English, French or Portuguese''

'' English'' I answered.

'' What have you done my son'' he said.

''Father '' I began.
'' I have done a lot of sins, I have stopped attending Churches for long,
I have fornicated'
I have lied many times,
I have stolen things that were not mine,
I have sold drugs,
I have taken alcohol,
I have, I have, I have... '' I stopped.
I wanted to add that I ran away with Madam Grace's young girl but that would require some kind of explanation to the priest, so I just kept quiet.
There was nothing else I could remember.

''Is that all you want to tell God to forgive'' he asked calmly.

'' Father, I am sure there are other sins I can't remember now'' I said.

'' Do you know how to pray the Rosary'' he asked.

'' Yes'' I lied. I knew it but I was sure I had forgotten how to say the mysteries and other Rosary related Prayers.

'' Say the Rosary three times, Say our Lord's Prayer three times and when it is 12pm today, say the Angelus '' he said.

'' Go in peace and sin no more'' he said as he made the sign of the cross.

I got up slowly and left the confessional.

I returned back to the Church auditorium and found Jennifer walking around. I walked up to her and told her that we were leaving.
We went outside and saw an area where Catholic materials were being sold. I bought a Chaplet ( Holy Rosary), a Station of the cross Doctrine and a small bottle of Olive oil.
We went to the back of the Hall and bought double €2 tickets. We entered the water train and rode down to the base of the mountain.
A bus was already waiting, we entered, purchased bus tickets and drove back to the Avenida de libertade where our apartment was located.

We got into our room and I announced to Jennifer that I wanted to pray. She was surprised, all those while we had been together, she had never seen or heard me say any prayer.
I told her to either stay quiet on the bed or take some money and go out to the city. She endorsed the second option and left the room.
I knelt down and closed my eyes...

'' In the name of the Father, and of the son and of the holy spirit'' I said as I make the sign of the cross on my face...

Chapter 86

As soon as I finished the Lord's Prayer and Hail Mary,s there was nothing else I could remember.

I opened the Doctrine book I had purchased at the Bom Jesus do Monte and read from it. It felt so good to be able to pray again.
The events of the past few years had taken me away from God.

In the past few years, especially as soon as I left Nigeria, I started doubting the existence of God. It escalated as soon as I saw the level of lives people lived over there in Germany.
All those things we learnt about Heaven back in Africa was staring right there in front of me;
Humans playing with animals,
baskets full of fruits,
green and very clean environments,
Perfect Social and Transport System,
happy people etc.
The worst of it all was that the Germans hardly go to Church. The first time I went to a Church in Eisenhuttenstadt Germany, I found only the very old Germans in the Church. None of them was less than 80 years.
I guessed the Church was a kind of Sanctuary for them, not a place to waste youthful lives. The only young people at the Church there was Just me and one other Ugandan lady who had gone there with me.
How could that be. Unless Germany was the Heaven we were told that existed, I felt no more reason to go to Church.
It had remained that way ever since until that very moment I saw myself at the Bom Jesus Cathedral.

'' Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee, Blessed art though amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus'' I prayed.

I got absorbed into the Prayers and lost myself into it.
After the first decade of ''10 Hail Mary'' I said a little more prayers and it was '' Hail Mary'' all over again.

While I prayed, I wondered why the Catholics had to adopt that style of Prayers. Why would we say over ''100 Hail Mary'' in just one round of Rosary.
It was boring to me but we were also told to have faith. Blessed are those who believe without seeing.

'' Faith'' A supernatural gift of God which enables us to believe without doubt, what God has revealed. - Christian Doctrine.

''Faith'' Another one of those ropes that tied us around the necks, legs, minds and never allowed us to think freely.- Me.

How could you believe what you don't know, what you have never heard or seen just because a Pastor or Priest said so.
How can you even identify a truthful Priest? How how how.

Someone divided the Red Sea with just a stroke of a stick- Believe with Faith or go to hell.

The Other guy spent Three or four days in the belly of the fish - Believe it or go to hell.

There was the Other guy who walked on water - Believe it or go to hell.

There was no way around it except if you accept that one that walked on water.
You can forget about the other ones, its safe. Just accept that one that walked on water and you are saved.

Yes, saved from Sins, such as Jack Daniels, Drugs, adultery, fornication, lies, etc etc.
But above all, saved from sex.

Sex, the sweetest thing on earth was also banned. Don't go there or you will go to hell.
Oh! I remember there was a condition attached to sex. '' You must marry before you try it'' Yes apart from that, You were bound for hell; Somewhere where it was all fire and no water, no food but you will survive anyway and keep burning forever. You will not be allowed to die, that God who loved you so much will not allow you to die in hell. He will make sure that you remained alive in hell so that you will burn forever..

Somehow, all those things happened in a Book. A holy book that was packaged thousands of years ago.

There was another version packaged for the Muslims too. In their own version, many virgins were waiting for them in their own Heaven if they kill the infidels on Earth.
Ah! I was an infidel. My head in exchange for Virgins.

One group invaded us from Arabia Deserts while the other ones invaded us from Europe. No where to run to.
Our own Gods were stolen and burnt. We had found another God who wasn't interested in Chickens and yams and money.
Just give those things to the priests and Pastors and Prophets, they knew how to give it to God. If you give it to God by yourself, He will not accept it.

Somehow those magical things that happened in those two books can no longer happen in our time. The human beings had decided to indulge in Sins and turned their backs against God.
God had decided to abandon us BUT he loves us; Yes he loves you.

He loved Jennifer yet allowed her to be transported to Portugal to sleep with men for money.
Maybe it was because she was born in sin.

He also loved Madam Grace who committed that sin.
He loves giving us second chances to repent.

Ah! He rescued Jennifer through me, another sinner who had sold drugs to people in Germany. Or maybe drugs were not sins.

Those doubts that had stopped me from attending Churches had crept in again while I was Praying in my Room in Braga.
My mind had been divided between doubts and beliefs and faith and miracles and sins etc. I couldn't concentrate anymore. Why couldn't my mind stay in one place? Was I a devil or was I a special person.

I paused the prayers midway and called Jennifer.

'' Where are you'' I said as soon as she picked the call.
''I am at the reception downstairs, I don't know where to go'' she said.
'' Wait for me, I will be there in a minute'' I said.

We left our apartment building and walked down to the Immaculate Conception avenue.
There was a liquor store managed by a middle aged Morrocan man. He was a Muslim, Another confused and brainwashed African like me. His Religion was against alcoholic.
What was he doing selling it to people?
'' Thou shall not Judge'' another rope on our minds.

I bought a bottle of Hennessy VSOP and called a taxi.

I asked the driver if there was any close beach around Braga, he said there was one at VIANA DO CASTELO and APULIA but was about 30km away from Braga.
'' Which one is the closest'' I said.
'' APULIA'' he answered.

'' Take us to APULIA''

Ok. Time for 20 Comments.

Criticisms.

ratings.

ideas.

9/10, you cant score my full mark all the time

10/10 still,......

10/10. Whoever gives a lesser mark here is on a long thing. Ride on.

ZUBY77: Chapter 86

As soon as I finished the Lord's Prayer and Hail Mary,s there was nothing else I could remember.

I opened the Doctrine book I had purchased at the Bom Jesus do Monte and read from it. It felt so good to be able to pray again.
The events of the past few years had taken me away from God.

In the past few years, especially as soon as I left Nigeria, I started doubting the existence of God. It escalated as soon as I saw the level of lives people lived over there in Germany.hj. I
All those things we learnt about Heaven back in Africa was staring right there in front of me;
Humans playing with animals,
baskets full of fruits,
green and very clean environments,
Perfect Social and Transport System,
happy people etc.
The worst of it all was that the Germans hardly go to Church. The first time I went to a Church in Eisenhuttenstadt Germany, I found only the very old Germans in the Church. None of them was less than 80 years.
I guessed the Church was a kind of Sanctuary for them, not a place to waste youthful lives. The only young people at the Church there was Just me and one other Ugandan lady who had gone there with me.
How could that be. Unless Germany was the Heaven we were told that existed, I felt no more reason to go to Church.
It had remained that way ever since until that very moment I saw myself at the Bom Jesus Cathedral.

'' Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee, Blessed art though amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus'' I prayed.

I got absorbed into the Prayers and lost myself into it.
After the first decade of ''10 Hail Mary'' I said a little more prayers and it was '' Hail Mary'' all over again.

While I prayed, I wondered why the Catholics had to adopt that style of Prayers. Why would we say over ''100 Hail Mary'' in just one round of Rosary.
It was boring to me but we were also told to have faith. Blessed are those who believe without seeing.

'' Faith'' A supernatural gift of God which enables us to believe without doubt, what God has revealed. - Christian Doctrine.

''Faith'' Another one of those ropes that tied us around the necks, legs, minds and never allowed us to think freely.- Me.

How could you believe what you don't know, what you have never heard or seen just because a Pastor or Priest said so.
How can you even identify a truthful Priest? How how how.

Someone divided the Red Sea with just a stroke of a stick- Believe with Faith or go to hell.

The Other guy spent Three or four days in the belly of the fish - Believe it or go to hell.

There was the Other guy who walked on water - Believe it or go to hell.

There was no way around it except if you accept that one that walked on water.
You can forget about the other ones, its safe. Just accept that one that walked on water and you are saved.

Yes, saved from Sins, such as Jack Daniels, Drugs, adultery, fornication, lies, etc etc.
But above all, saved from sex.

Sex, the sweetest thing on earth was also banned. Don't go there or you will go to hell.
Oh! I remember there was a condition attached to sex. '' You must marry before you try it'' Yes apart from that, You were bound for hell; Somewhere where it was all fire and no water, no food but you will survive anyway and keep burning forever. You will not be allowed to die, that God who loved you so much will not allow you to die in hell. He will make sure that you remained alive in hell so that you will burn forever..

Somehow, all those things happened in a Book. A holy book that was packaged thousands of years ago.

There was another version packaged for the Muslims too. In their own version, many virgins were waiting for them in their own Heaven if they kill the infidels on Earth.
Ah! I was an infidel. My head in exchange for Virgins.

One group invaded us from Arabia Deserts while the other ones invaded us from Europe. No where to run to.
Our own Gods were stolen and burnt. We had found another God who wasn't interested in Chickens and yams and money.
Just give those things to the priests and Pastors and Prophets, they knew how to give it to God. If you give it to God by yourself, He will not accept it.

Somehow those magical things that happened in those two books can no longer happen in our time. The human beings had decided to indulge in Sins and turned their backs against God.
God had decided to abandon us BUT he loves us; Yes he loves you.

He loved Jennifer yet allowed her to be transported to Portugal to sleep with men for money.
Maybe it was because she was born in sin.

He also loved Madam Grace who committed that sin.
He loves giving us second chances to repent.

Ah! He rescued Jennifer through me, another sinner who had sold drugs to people in Germany. Or maybe drugs were not sins.

Those doubts that had stopped me from attending Churches had crept in again while I was Praying in my Room in Braga.
My mind had been divided between doubts and beliefs and faith and miracles and sins etc. I couldn't concentrate anymore. Why couldn't my mind stay in one place? Was I a devil or was I a special person.

I paused the prayers midway and called Jennifer.

'' Where are you'' I said as soon as she picked the call.
''I am at the reception downstairs, I don't know where to go'' she said.
'' Wait for me, I will be there in a minute'' I said.

We left our apartment building and walked down to the Immaculate Conception avenue.
There was a liquor store managed by a middle aged Morrocan man. He was a Muslim, Another confused and brainwashed African like me. His Religion was against alcoholic.
What was he doing selling it to people?
'' Thou shall not Judge'' another rope on our minds.

I bought a bottle of Hennessy VSOP and called a taxi.

I asked the driver if there was any close beach around Braga, he said there was one at VIANA DO CASTELO and APULIA but was about 30km away from Braga.
'' Which one is the closest'' I said.
'' APULIA'' he answered.

'' Take us to APULIA''

You got me on this one. 1000000000 on point.

10 over 10. Bring it on bro

Zubby the Great! Kudos for the fantastic work you are doing. Its really educating, entertaining and with lots of juice . Please use this medium to educate our youth on the fact that their making it in life is not based on traveling abroad. They can make it even here in Nigeria.

Nice one ZUBBY. There must be something different about Jennifer. Let me just relax and fasten my seat belt as the events unfolds.

Shiiit.

I just mistakenly deleted my chapter 87.