"Well i cannot post and i have time this morning
I ve already written four chapters. Some one should make a post reminding people that i could move". "I m off to look around at and wordpress".
These are Zubby's exact words now. If you know the MOD's 'Personally',help us beg them say Zubby is Vexing. I am vexing here too

it was d same hiding of post dat made coolval open his own blog.....zubby just inform us wen u open urs nd we go dey follow u....besides nairaland is becoming wack

Shey dat craze don start again ni? Walahi, if any mod try am for my story, I go just move am commot Nairaland. Nonsekable nonsense!

Some ppeps r just plain stoopid, this is pure jealousy anyway I knew they will eventually frustrate de guy out of here just like they did to mazi and coolval. Abeg zubby move ur post to either word press or blogger and leave the immatured fo.ols to keep roaming around that is why I don't like making a post on this forum anymore it has been infected by some "egocentric" asshole.s

Get ready, Zubby will be leaving egypt (here) and move to permanent site site soon, so get your luggages ready, let's move together.

Chill out guys, it was the work of the antispam filter, no one is trying to frustrate anybody afterall Zuby didn't break any rules.
The post has been unhidden and Zuby77 unbanned.

Chapter 30

'' I want to follow you back to America'' Maria said after we had cleaned ourselves up.
Why were women always demanding for something in return for sexx? She wanted to follow me to America simply because I had just finished being intimate with her.

''What do you want to do in America Maria'' I asked hoping that she must have thought of something.
''I don't know, I just want to leave Slovakia'' she said.
''why didn't you follow your boyfriend to Germany to work? I heard there were a lot of works and money over there'' I said. I was just trying to discourage her to drop the idea of going to USA.

''If I had followed him to Germany, I would not have met with you'' she said.

*Miss Aristotle the Philosopher. Don't just follow that route, I am pretty good at it myself*

I decided not to pursue the argument, I just had to find a way to leave Slovakia without her knowledge. USA was not particularly a country where you go to because you wished.

But what if I took advantage of the situation? Yes, teach this white trash some African lessons, Afterall I was a Nigerian, the land of the Yahoo boys.

'' I don't have enough money to get you a flight ticket and other necessary documents. I could write to my Father in Texas and tell him that I had found a wife. He can send you an invitation letter but you would require a flight ticket before the US embassy could grant you an entry Visa'' I said.
'' I have some money, how much is the ticket'' she asked.
''I don't know how much it would cost from Slovakia here, I will need to find out from the travel agents tomorrow'' I said.

She was very excited and we did the sexx stuff once more. Maria was going to America Afterall.


After the third and the longest round of sexx, we chatted for a little over an hour and slept of on the single bed inside the room.

I called Johnson first thing in the morning and told him that I was on my way back. He didn't say anything as I had expected. When I got to our room, I took a shower and asked where we were going next.

''I don't know, Madame Vivienne called Yesterday night. She said we were going to a town near Ukraine where they have another warehouse'' he said.

Madame Vivienne came an hour later. We entered her Skoda car and drove east. Three and half hours later, we arrived in the town of Soblance.

Soblance was a town of 6000 people located a few kilometres from the Ukraine border town of Uzhorod. It was the easternmost town in Slovakia.

When we got to the city, we headed straight to the office of the mayor. An old man sat behind a large mahogany desk.
He recognized Madam Vivienne who I guess contributed to the economy of the small town, but he looked suspiciously at Johnson and I.
We greeted him by waving our hands since we didn't know which language to use. He motioned us to sit on a long sofa adjacent to the table.
Madam Vivienne introduced us to him. He was excited to know that we had come all the way from Africa to his small town. He offered us coffee and crackers biscuit.

After a few minutes, we left for the warehouse. The warehouse in Soblance served as a gateway in receiving used clothes from Ukraine and as far as Moscow and ST. Petersburg. The clothes would then be sent to her warehouse in Kosice and Bratislava.
We inspected the goods, made calls to Mr. Eze in Africa and later drove back to Bratislava.


'' We are going back to Germany now'' Johnson said As soon as we returned to Bratislava.
''No, You are going back to Germany now'' I said in response.
'' I have some American business here to finish'' I said.

He didn't say anything, he just packed up and left for Berlin.

As soon as he left, I called Maria.
She said She had gone to study music and would be back in an hour or an hour and half.
I laid down on the bed and waited up for her.
Now that I had a breathing space in our hotel room, it was time to teach Maria how we Nigerian-Americans operate.

I reposted Chapter 30.

I am in PH now but will leave the city soon.

I will post more updates tonight.

trully trully there is Nigerian Americans

Yea! Maria gonna pay for the sins of her fathers. lol

naija got talent mehnn!

Chapter 31

Maria came to my hotel alone at a few minutes past 7pm.
She came on a sexy outfit which underlined the fact that she enjoyed the intimacy with me.
Some things were just supposed to be known without asking questions.

'' Hello sweet, how was your day'' she asked as soon as she packed her car and came out of it.

Damn! I had become sweet so fast.

''My day was great, how was yours Maria'' I asked for the sake of asking.

Someone who just returned from a music lesson could not have had a bad day, especially not in an African's view.

'' Good, my day was good'' she said while smiling.
Maria was so fluent in English, she really liked America. I had asked her how much English she knew and she had replied ''a little''. Her little was apparently '' very good''.

''Have you found how much money it would cost to go to America'' she asked.

Damn! She had come here to talk about America again.

''Yes, I also called my Father and he was excited when I told him that I had found a wife in Slovakia'' I said.
Maria laughed out loud.
We were already at the hotel reception paying for another two nights.

As soon as we got to the room, my German phone started ringing. It was an unknown number. I figured it would be Jennifer. She was the only person that called with such number.
I didn't answer the call. The problem was that Jennifer didn't speak Igbo. I didn't speak Edo language either. We only communicated in English or Pidgin English, Either of them could cause problem for me if I had answered the call. I ignored it.

''Your cell phone is ringing'' Maria said.
'' I know, it is my Friend. The one you saw at the Chinese restaurant. He had left for Germany without me. I had to stay back to help you get invitation letter and ticket to America'' I lied.

''Oh my God'' she said while hugging me.
'' you are such a nice person'' she said.

How could Maria not have heard about 419, Nigeria, Yahoo Yahoo etc.?
She had just gotten involved with a citizen of the wisest country in Africa and she had to pay the price for what his ancestors did to we Africans during slavery and colonization.

Yea, justification. One of the reasons why I committed some crimes was that I always had a justification clause perched somewhere in all my thoughts.

Scamming, that was going to be my next line of actions. After Scamming, I was going to also look for fake currency racket. Since I had become a drug dealer, which made me a criminal, there was no need to spare other crimes. The only one I was never going to do was robbery.

''Tickets to Texas costs €1,659 with Lufthansa, €1,809 with KLM and €1,789 with Air France'' I quoted off head.
The western world had a way of adding '9' at the prices of everything, therefore I added '9' too to make it convincing enough.
If I had to be convincing, I had to show some high level of intelligence and brilliance.

*Sometimes, I see some letters sent to my facebook inbox and wondered how those people hoped to convince people to part with their money. Some of them even misspell short words such as 'who' or 'what'*

''Lufthansa stops at New York, Atlanta Georgia before going to Houston Texas. KLM stops at New Jessey, South Carolina before going to Houston Texas while Air France Stops at Boston, North Carolina and Texas'' I continued.
I had no idea whether those airlines stopped in those states before going to Texas but one thing I was sure was that almost every flight from Europe passed through New York, New Jessey and Boston before going anywhere. Secondly flights going to Texas from East side of the USA had to head towards the direction of North and South Carolina, West Virginia, Mississippi, Louisiana, Georgia, Tennessee and other states in the South East USA

Reading maps all the time helped me to know almost every corner of the planet.
I could easily point on any city and country in a non-labelled map. Aside Reading Novels, my second greatest hobby was reading maps.

''But those airlines you mentioned never come to Bratislava airport, I have been to Portugal and Turkey before but I didn't find any Air France or KLM here'' Maria said.

''I don't know but you can travel to France or Germany and take off from there'' I said. I knew that those major European flag carriers such as KLM didn't go to Slovakia, they even hardly go to Eastern Europe not to talk of a small city like Bratislava.
Those small European countries were served by small airlines such as Austrian air, Air Scandinavia, air Berlin, easy jet and ryan air.

''Tomorrow, we will ask my dad to send the letter to the American Embassy, then you will get a ticket and take it there for approval and Visa'' I said as I hold her waist line and pushed her towards me. It was time to cheat on Jennifer once more.

Chapter 32

The following day was a friday. I woke up earlier, excused myself and went downstairs. I called Okey my cousin in Nigeria and told him what was onboard. I told him that there was a plan to pick up some lose cash. He wanted to know the amount but I just told him what role he would play. His share was going to be €200, it was small but the entire pay was going to be small too. I lectured him on what to say.

When I got back upstairs, I asked Maria where we could get a decent breakfast. She drove me to a quiet local coffee center where we took coffee and biscuit. Their breakfast idea was different from mine. As a Nigerian, coffee wasn't an ideal breakfast, I wanted something heavier after losing some of my energy the previous night but as American, coffee was just fine. She was going to pay for that suffering anyway or so I thought.

On our way out of the coffee joint, Okey called with a hidden Number as we had agreed earlier.
I answered the call and activated the speakout application. Okey was speaking some altered intonation.
According to him, the United States immigration department had requested for a passport photograph and $500 to stamp the letter of Invitation. They also asked for name and date of birth.

Maria heard him too. I told her that as long as those items were provided, the Visa would be guaranteed.
''The whole project will cost you about €2500'' I told her.
''I will accommodate you when you get to The United States but at a stage, you would need to get a job and move on with your life'' I said.
She agreed and thanked me in advance.

We got to the hotel and took our bath. According to her, she was going for music lessons by 1 pm. I played with her inside the hotel until around 11am, then I asked her to go and get two passport photos for me.
She left and returned with it an hour later. She also came with €500.

''It is $500 not €500'' I reminded her out of genuine concern.
''I know, use the balance for DHL or Fedex'' she said.

We played some more before she left for music lessons.

I sat down and thought about what I had done. I had just scammed an innocent girl. It would have been better if I had told her that I wasn't even an American. She wasn't suspecting anything. She was just an innocent young girl who had dreams of traveling out of Slovakia.
It wasn't worth it for me. Somehow inside me,, I felt that I was better than that.
I had started drug business back in Germany because there was nothing else to do and because there was an urgent need to recover the money I spent in coming to Europe.
How could all the good things my mother thought me disappeared simply because I wanted money.

NO, I can't continue that way. I could turn into a devil if I continued that way. I was gradually becoming evil and it was only a matter of time before it manifested in everything I did. I wanted to be different, I wanted to be a guy with heart. I wanted to return to the same guy who was touched deeply by Jennifer's tears. It was better than being a money making machine who commited everything crime in the book just because of money.

I went out into the city mall and bought a bottle of Pinacolada and Martini. I took them to the park and messed my brain up for hours.

Maria called me around 6pm and said she had returned from lessons. I told her to come to the park.
She was excited when she came. She wanted to know if I had sent the money and the passport to USA.

''No, I didn't send it'' I said.

''Maria, you will not go to America now. You will wait until I get back there, then I will process the invitation for you by myself'' I said.

She stared at me as if I had just shattered her world.
''The problem is that since it was going to be a family reunion Visa, the American authorities would require me to sign some documents as your prospective husband. I cannot achieve that as long as I am here in Europe. I will soon return to USA and process the papers'' I concluded.


I handed her back the €500 and told her that I would take the passport to America.
She wasn't really happy about the development but she had no options.

I tried to cheer her up but she wasn't as happy as she was earlier in the day.
I held her hand as we walked to her car and proceeded to her apartment.

I was proud of myself for what I did. I could have taken her money and disappeared to Germany but nature had a way of punishing people for taking advantage of harmless and unsuspecting victims.

'' I am going to Germany tomorrow morning'' I said.
I told her that I would go to Moscow from Berlin and return to Texas in a week's time.
She didn't really want me to go but there was nothing she could do.

We slept in her house that night and also did what we had been doing for the past two days.

She brought me back to my hotel before 8am and waited for me to pack my small bag.
She also followed me to the bus Terminal where I boarded a bus going to Vienna Austria.
It was good bye slovakia but I hoped to show up there again someday.

It was fun playing the American.

Time for comments. Chapter 33 will be posted as soon as we have 10 comments.

Zuby77, that special science school you went to must have been top class.

Conscience!

Glad you came back to your senses early.

Pangs of conscience. . .Every hustler has that once in a while. . .Pablo Escobar, Noriega etc.

You did right.

Top notch

Oga zubby carry go jor,I dey gbadun you like roasted buffalow

The battle between good and evil in the mind;reminds me of Basketmouth's joke on his first time smoking weed and he felt it was not strong so he smoked like 2 wraps and slowly the kick came and he began to hear the 2 voices....

Hmmm(silent for a while)conscience;it's so xpensive somtyms it takes the fear of God and proper upbringing to buy dem into our present situation...Truth is iam glad u did wah u did...So many of us wud av done otherwise. ..#PROUD TO BE AN AFRICAN#d smartest and wisest specie eva howeva its potentials ar yt 2b tapped fully...One lv.Zubby u r gr8.

Although you did the right by returning Maria money but I don't think I can do such. Scam the hell outta those Europeans after all what their forefathers did to our country/continent. Some of them are still practicing modern day slavery. More ink to your pen bro thumps up

Waoh, attack of conscience

horlabiyi: Although you did the right by returning Maria money but I don't think I can do such. Scam the hell outta those Europeans after all what their forefathers did to our country/continent. Some of them are still practicing modern day slavery. More ink to your pen bro thumps up

the issue is scamming leaves a scar on your conscience even if you do cease to scam, anything can happen if you meet an aggrieved victim. Guys who made it through yahoo, wait for the next 10-15 years to see karma catch up with them. I heard some guys had to use juju to maintain supply of cash when scams ran dry.

Chapter 33

I got to Austria and called Amechi, a man from my village who had lived there for years. He had traveled since 1998 and had never returned back to Nigeria. My elder brother who was his school mate during their secondary school had given me his number.

He picked my call and asked who I was. After the introduction, he agreed to meet with me at the Wien Florisdorf train station in an Hour.
( Vienna is called Wien in Austria and Germany. It is actually pronounced Vien. Vienna is the English name chosen from Vienna in Italy.)

I got to the station and settled inside a coffee bar to wait for Amechi. An Hour passed without seeing him. I called his phone again and it had been switched off. I waited for another 20 minutes and tried to call him again, the number was still switched off.
I decided to spend the rest of the day in Vienna before going back to Germany.

I got out of the station and called a cab. ''Take me to a nice hotel'' I said to the driver in German.
The official language of Austria is German. I believe it was the only language too.

The cab looked on The mirror several times and I suspected that something was wrong.

''Warum willst du in den spiegel schauen (why are you looking in the mirror)'' I asked?

He said the Police were following us.
I asked him why, knowing that it was a silly question.
He didn't know but he said it could be that they were actually following me. I suspected the same as well.
I had spent over an hour in the train station waiting for Amechi. They must have thought that I had entered into Austria to deliver drugs since I was making calls from the coffee bar.
There were police stations in every major train station in Germany and Austria. They must have seen me from a spy camera in their office.

We got to a clear road and the cab stopped. The Police had blown their siren once which signified stop.

I sat inside the passenger side of the cab and pretended not to be aware of what was happening. The cops came to our car and asked the driver where we were going, he told them that I had requested for a hotel.

They asked for my papers and I handed it over to them. They asked me to come down from the cab with my small bag.

One opened my bag while the other was asking me where I had come from.

I told them that I had just come from Slovakia where I had gone to purchase used clothes and that I was going back to Portugal but had decided to wait until the next day.
They opened my passport and saw Slovakian Visa and bus tickets.
The one holding my papers told the one with my bag that I had not come from Germany and Switzerland as suspected.
They closed my bag and papers, handed it back to me and apologized for the waste of time.
We continued our journey to the hotel. The cab driver stopped at the Kaiserin Elizabeth hotel in the middle of the city. I paid him and he left.

I entered the hotel lobby and it was a 5star. I hated 5star hotels, they were all expensive for my liking.
As an African poor boy, I was not raised to live in such luxury.
But since I was there already, I walked to the lady receptionist who welcomed me with a warm smile.

''I need a room for the night'' I said.
She handed me the paper containing the prices of each suit and room.

1 - Super luxury suit = €2250.90
2 - Lite Luxury suit = €2000.90.

I scrolled fast down to the tail end of the paper.

8 - Standard room - €450
9 - Normal room - €300

That was it. Why would a human being pay over €2250 (400,000 Naira) for a night in a hotel suit?

I could easily afford to pay €300 for a Normal room but what was the need when I could also drive further down and get a room for €50 ?

I was contemplating leaving the place when a group of four men showed up.

''we booked Suit 11 please'' one of them said.
The lady receptionist had focused on them and I was just left there with the paper still on my hand.

A closer look at the group and I was almost shocked.
There standing with other three men was Roger Federer, a famous Tennis star I had been seeing only on the Television. Then I understood why a €2250 suit was too expensive for me.

For the reason that I had seen Federer, I decided to take the €300 room.
I waited for them until they finished signing their receipt, then I paid and signed my own receipt. I got my keycard and took the lift to the top floor where the room was located. Whether it was worth it or not, I didn't care anymore.
I recalled the day I bought a first class ICE train ticket from Berlin to Frankfurt. I had sat on the first class coach and when our train stopped in Hannover, Angela Merkel entered with some other politicians I didn't know. She was not the German Chancellor then but she was the leader of her party CDU. The bottomline was that '' if you want to meet with the society big wigs, you must behave like them''. You can't meet President of Nigeria in Ajegunle.

I dropped off my bag, took a bath, wore the cleanest jean I found in my bag, sprayed my channel perfume and took the lift down to the hotel bar/restaurant.
I had hoped that I would find Federer and his group there sooner or later and I was right.

Keep the comments coming while i write more updates.

dats sign of big man

Very interesting oga zubby,is just like am watching city hunter season firm

#400,000 for a night in hotel room ? OMG I'm a poor man.

ROGER FEDERER? He is my favourite tennis player... Wow! Wish 2 see hm someday too

Dat means dat before the story ends, we will discover dat u must have meet all the important world leaders during ur adventures.

Dats nice. Ride on.