please Zuby77 how can I be a member in your site, am a big fan of yours. Have be trying to register but I don't came across any link to it.

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please Zuby77 how can I be a member in your site, am a big fan of yours. Have be trying to register but I don't came across any link to it.

You can't ; it's currently locked.

Ride on boss u d man

ZUBY77:
Episode 16: The Coming of the King
You are going to pay 45000 Euros. That is for the money I spent on you from Nigeria to this place. I also added the profit I will make out of the deal. These two men will be coming to collect money from you every week. If you refuse to give them money, they have my orders to deal with you. Ask Mary what they did to her when she refused to pay me. I don’t want anyone to harm you in this country but if you refuse to give me my money, I will surely allow them to hurt you really bad,” Grace said.
"The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless"

I am very angry reading this, very very angry. So this human sex traffickers demand such outrageous demand to be paid to them. 45,000€ for bringing someone into the country Even if one wants to process visiting visa (which Jeniffer was given), pay an agent for it and still have some money to hold onto as pocket money before settling in, and do this same prostitition as a free lancer it won't be up to that at all, all. 5,000€ is too much sef. 45,000€ in Europe is a lot of money, a lot! And now this girls have to work for this woman for 4 solid years. People back home need to start reading and stop being ignorant. Is this really what sex workers go through? Chai!

Schwartz:

I am very angry reading this, very very angry. So this human sex traffickers demand such outrageous demand to be paid to them. 45,000€ for bringing someone into the country Even if one wants to process visiting visa (which Jeniffer was given), pay an agent for it and still have some money to hold onto as pocket money before settling in, and do this same prostitition as a free lancer it won't be up to that at all, all. 5,000€ is too much sef. 45,000€ in Europe is a lot of money, a lot! And now this girls have to work for this woman for 4 solid years. People back home need to start reading and stop being ignorant. Is this really what sex workers go through? Chai!

I think it's a strategy used to hold them into perpetual slavery. She will spend her useful years making money for the slave master.
By the time she is done, her once tight orifice of pleasure will become a large deep oasis in the middle of an Saharan desert. Then, her market value is as good valueless and her whoring career dead.

Na was for this your ban o oga Zubby.
The rate at which this moderators ban you it is beginning to look like the rate of the naira against the dollar.
Today 350
Tomorrow 400
Next 450
Please mods unban the guy and free his parole ones and for all.

Episode 36: Goodbye Portugal


I woke up late in the evening and he was not there. His phone was on the table; switched off as has been since midday.

That fear of him disappearing from me returned quicker than I thought. His bag was there but then if he really wanted to leave me, his bag wasn’t going to stop him from doing that. I felt like I knew him well enough to know that he was capable to doing anything but I also believed that if he really wanted to leave, he didn’t have to come down to Vilamoura to achieve that. There were many times when he had the chance to varnish but he didn’t. There was nothing I could do but to check how much money I had with me. Of course I had enough to take me to anywhere around Europe. I also had the traveling card he got for me but the big question was ‘Where will I go?’



I got up from the bed, wore my clothes and walked to the reception; our room was on the ground floor of the large 12 story building.

There he was, with a bottle of whisky in his hand, staring at some black people coming down from a white bus. They all wore green cloths and it made me think they were special people.

It was only when I saw Okocha and Kanu Nwankwo that I knew who they were. They were the people I have seen on TV many times. I knew they played football and I watched them a couple of times but I didn’t know what they were doing in Vilamoura.

I walked to where Solomon stood as he smiled and waved at them. Some waved back while some ignored him. I stood beside him and held his hand until the men disappeared into the hotel, then we walked out to a large a Chinese restaurant for food.

“We are going to Germany tomorrow or next. First we have to find a way to buy a ticket. We can’t go to Lisbon anymore because I believe Madam Grace will be back there this night. Jose will return as well. We can’t risk being seen around there anymore,” Solomon said as we waited for our rice to be ready.

“What are we going to do about it then?” I asked.

I was excited that I was going to see Germany. Unlike Portugal, I had heard so much about Germany in the past. I had seen a man who returned from Germany. He lived near our school and everyone respected him.

“We will go to the Airport in Lagos tomorrow morning. If we are lucky, we will buy a ticket there,” he said.

The way I looked at him made him know that I needed some explanations.

Lagos was in Nigeria. Why did we need to go to Lagos to look for ticket?

He eventually explained that there was also a city called Lagos in Portugal. He said it was less than thirty minutes away from the Villa where we lodged. He also said that we could sneak into Spain and buy our tickets there if the Lagos plan didn’t work out.

“It means that we also have to travel from Spain because we will not be coming back to Portugal. The third option is to travel by train. According to the map, we will go through the entire length of Spain, Andorra and France before we make it to Berlin Germany. The problem here is that we are likely going to change trains more than four times. We will be controlled by immigration police many times and one of them is likely going to find fault with either your document or mine. So we will go through the air at all cost.”

I paid close attention as he lectured me on the possible routes to Germany. Apparently he knew what he was saying because when I asked him how he knew all that, he said he studied it in school. I didn’t know whether to believe him or not but after everything he did in the past week, I would be a fool not to believe he knew what he was talking about.

Back in our hotel room, we chatted and played and kissed and did the things we didn’t do due to the fear that was in us. I was grateful to him for everything. I promised him that I would never hurt him, that I would never leave him and that I would never stop loving him. He knew I was telling him the truth because when the red wine I took started forcing me to early sleep, he whispered in my ears that he would never let me suffer. That was the moment I thought that Solomon was mine forever but that never happened. It never happened because of what I did. Something I didn’t know he would find out but he didn’t only find out, he saw me in the act. There was no excuse. There was nowhere to hide. There was only one thing, to accept what happened and move on. It was the most difficult thing to do but it took care of itself.



The following morning, we woke up early and followed the Airport shuttle Bus to the Faro Airport. The bus came to pick people from our hotel to the airport but we managed to talk ourselves into joining them.

At the airport, we made enquiries about flight ticket to Berlin. We were told there would be available seats the following day. According to the lady who attended to us, there was a blizzard in most German cities and that prompted the cancellation of many flights. According to Solomon, It was January and the winter was at its peak in northern Europe where Berlin was located. He told me to expect to see snow everywhere when we got there.

“But Portugal is in Europe too, why is the snow not here?” I had asked out of confusion.

He said I was right, Portugal was in Europe but he told me that Portugal was actually about 4 hours to Nigeria. The same amount of time it will take to get to Sweden from Portugal.

“Portugal is also less than an hour away from Morocco. This southern part of Portugal where we are at the moment is not far from North Africa. They share the same Mediterranean weather most of the time.”

“What is Mediterranean?” I ask.

He looked at me and smiled. “You wouldn’t have asked this question if you came to Europe through the Sea. Some people from Nigeria traveled all the way to North Africa before crossing the Mediterranean Sea to Europe. You can see them mostly in Spain and Italy,” he said.

We bought tickets to fly the next day and took a taxi back to the Villa. At a beautiful green filed, we saw the boys on green clothes and stopped to watch them play. After some talks with two security men who asked us not to enter the field, we were eventually allowed when one of the men in the field waved at them to let us come inside. I believed it was the coach who asked for us to be allowed but then I didn’t know who he was.

We watched them trained for over an hour before we left back to the hotel.

The following day, we left Portugal for good.

Episode 37: Escape from Hell – Stranded in Berlin


Berlin Germany,

January 8th, 2006.

The Air Berlin Airbus landed in the midst of an ongoing blizzard in Tegel Airport in Berlin. It was a miracle that we didn’t crash land. It was also then that I began to understand why we were told by the Air Berlin workers in Faro not to travel the previous day.

Everywhere was white and snow covered even the tarmac where we landed. There were a few hisses and frowned faces in the aircraft as the Pilot announced that there could be hard-landing but we eventually did that without any problems. It was my first time to witness such thing and if not that we were required to proceed to the arrival hall for immigration clearance, I would have stood in one place to admire such wonderful strange happening. There were some heavy vehicles in the far right, all clearing the runway for incoming aircrafts. A close look at the tarmac where we landed revealed that it has just been cleared of snow as well.



“Pay attention Jennifer,” The voice said in front of me, it was Solomon.

At that stage, I remembered that I was not guaranteed to enter into the Berlin City. Solomon has been preparing me for possible scenarios at the airport. He told me the questions to expect from immigration authorities and the answers to give them. According to him, they were most likely going to ask for my international Passport. I had none of course but he said I must tell them that I didn’t come with it. He told me to tell them that I had been traveling with the card in the past and that I never encountered any issues anywhere.

“They will warn you to take it along while traveling next time but that would be it,” he had said.

However, one area he didn’t cover was what would happen to me if I was denied entry into Berlin. He didn’t know what to say. I attempted to get the answer from him but it seemed he didn’t even know what to say about it. I was sure I could be turned around. The most dreaded part of everything was that he asked me to deny him if things didn’t go well. He asked me to call his friend Johnson in Berlin if I managed to cross without him. He took my phone and added the Phone number of Johnson in it.

All these scenarios started flooding back when he said “Pay attention Jennifer.”

He continued.

“Like I told you inside the aircraft, there are chances that I could be stopped at the airport. I lived here in the past and I disappeared when I was supposed to attend a court case. They may recognize my face and detain me. Call Johnson as soon as you got out without me. He will direct you on what to do. I already told him I would be coming with you. Don’t panic, wait for me, I will be out before you know it, even if they chose to detain me. I believe you have some money with you, don’t hesitate to use it if you have to.”

He said all the above without even looking back at me. I was behind him, walking slowly as we inched closer to the clearance counter.

Then all of a sudden, we were faced with immigration officials who stamped people into the city of Berlin. There was no more time to think or talk; it was time to face the reality.



“Have you been to Berlin before?” The immigration lady asked Solomon.

I was right behind him and as a result, I could hear everything. Those with European International Passports were on a different line. The announcement was made as soon as we arrived.

“No,” Solomon answered.

“What are you in Berlin to do?”

“Visit.”

He was using those annoying short answers I hated about him. I figured he used them whenever he wanted to hide something. It was funny the way he answered the immigration lady. I knew Solomon, he liked talking but there at the airport, he didn’t want to talk too much. Only God knew what he was planning.

After flipping through his passport, the immigration lady made a call and less than 30 seconds later, two Police officers showed up, took Solomon’s passport and asked him to follow them.

That was it, I was screwed already. I felt like jumping the counter and following him. I didn’t know where I was going and what to do when I got there. It was true Solomon prepared me for such scenario and I thought I was ready for it until that moment at the immigration counter.

“Passport please.”

The tiny female voice jolted me out of my sudden drift.

I handed my resident permit card to her.

“Where is your passport?” She asked as she looked on both sides of the card.

“It’s in Portugal,” I said.

“Have you been to Germany before?”

“No, this is my first time,” I responded.

“Are you with anybody Miss Falilat?” She asked.

Falilat was the name on the resident permit card I gave her.

“No ma, I am traveling alone,” I said and suddenly realized that I didn’t know what to tell her if she asked what I was to do in Berlin.

“When next you are traveling, make sure you have your passport with you,” She said as she handed my card back to me and waved me to go into Berlin.

My legs were shaking as I walked out of the hall and into the snow-white environment. I resisted the urge to look in the direction where I had seen the Police walked with Solomon. I had been asked if I was with someone; I denied. I already figured the question was asked because of Solomon. I knew I was likely going to be in trouble if I admitted I was with Solomon. The only link I had with him was that we were both from the same destination; Faro Portugal. Every other passenger in the flight wasn’t from Faro; we had changed flight in Palma De Mallorca Island in Spain where people from other destinations joined us. Some People, who also came with us from Faro, disappeared in Mallorca to different destinations.



There were Taxis everywhere. Some people were entering the bus too but since I didn't know where to go; I decided it was Taxi all the way.

I walked to a cab driver, opened the door and sat down in the front seat, and then I fumbled in my pocket to get my phone at the same time he asked where I was going.

It was like a dream to me because that wasn’t supposed to be. My phone wasn’t there. Solomon was with it. I forgot to take it from him when he added Johnson’s phone number in it.

That was it. I was officially stranded in Berlin.

Episode 38: Escape from Hell – The Angel who saved me.


After searching hopelessly for my phone, I jumped down from the cab and stood in one place. I was lost and that was the reality that just hit me. If Solomon wasn’t cleared and allowed into Berlin, I would be the most hopeless girl in town.

A few drops of tears came out of my eyes as I slowly made my way to a metal chair fastened on the ground where people waited for bus out of the airport.

I watched as more people came out of the airport and went their ways. I was the only person sitting for long there. Everyone else followed one bus or the other. Anyone who paid attention must have known that I was stranded.

I was shaking because of the severe cold outside. I couldn’t just return to the airport hall. I didn’t know what awaited me there.

I waited in vain until I saw one black man came out of the airport. He looked Igbo to me but I wasn’t sure. As soon as he came closer, I stood up and waved at him to stop.

“Good afternoon sir,” I prostrated.

I needed to apply all forms of respect if that was what was required to gain pity and help.

“Do you know Johnson?” I asked.

“Who are you?” he fired.

“My name is Jennifer. My boyfriend was stopped inside the airport and he has my phone. I don’t know how to…”

He interrupted. “Go back inside the airport and ask him to give you your phone. Why was he stopped by the way?”

“I don’t know, we were coming from…”

The Bastard didn’t allow me to finish before he continued walking away. I stood and watched as he flagged a cab and jumped into it without looking back. That was it, the only black person I saw had just abandoned me. The chances of getting help from a white man were almost nonexistent. I was sure they would want to know where I was going in Berlin and who I was supposed to meet; information I did not have.

Since there was nothing else to do, I sat back on the chair, bent over to protect myself from the cold. The temperature was below Zero degrees, I saw it on a screen at the airport arrival hall.

Back in school, we were told that Zero degrees was the freezing point. We sang it back then as if we really knew what it meant. It all came flooding back while I sat there alone. If Zero was the freezing point and I was exposed for long under Zero Minus, I was most likely going to freeze to death.

I wasn’t going to die, I was returning to the airport hall to sit and wait. I was certain the police would ask questions, they would want to know why I was there since I had been cleared to go. I was going to tell them that I was with Solomon and that he has my phone. If I got lucky, they would get my phone from him. It was a risk worth taking because it was simply better than freezing to death. Another alternative would have been to just go into the city and start looking for black people. I was sure that by the time I talked to 5 Igbo people, one of them must have known Johnson. If things didn’t happen that way, one of them must want to sleep with me. I was a stranded girl and young for that matter. The power of women would have come into play. It was better to sleep with a stranger than freezing to death in a strange city.

I was about to stand up and return to the airport arrival hall when I saw him coming out of the airport.

It was him, it was like a dream. I thought I saw a ghost but no, it was Solomon. They cleared him to go. I didn’t know how he talked his way out of it but it didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was that I was no longer stranded.

I was tempted to rush to hug him but I knew that the entire airport was wired with CCTV Cameras; as a result, I sat down where I was and waited.

My eyes were red as a result of silent tears that my eyes harboured since I found out the hopeless situation I was into.

“Jenny, what are you doing here? I told you to call Johnson,” Solomon said as he held my hand and pulled me up.

The tears started flowing down instantly.

“Come on, let’s go,” he said as he flagged a cab down and opened the back seat for me.

Inside the cab, he didn’t say a word, he just pretended that I was not there until I finished crying and said, “You are with my phone.”

“What?” he said and touched his pocket.

Sure my phone and his two phones were with him.

“Wow, let’s talk about this when we get out,” he said and remained silent until we stopped at the Berlin Zoologischer Garten Train Station.

Inside the McDonald’s fast food, I told him what happened. He did t blame me; he apologized for everything but told me that I could have just returned and waited inside the hall. He said that since I was already cleared without problems, the immigration were not likely going to start going over my document again.

“That’s all in the past now anyway,” he said as he handed me a hot cup of coffee.” This will warm you up.”

Thirty minutes later, we entered an underground train to Neukoln district in Berlin.

Inside an African shop where they sold food and drinks and food items, people started jubilating as we entered. They stood up and hugged Solomon as if he just returned from war zone. I didn’t know what was going on, I knew he said he lived there in Berlin but that was not enough to warrant all the hugs and shakes he was getting. Something must have been the reason and I was determined to find out soon enough.

Mr. Frank, the owner of the shop went as far as popping a bottle of whisky for Solomon. He grabbed the bottle and sipped directly from it and at the same time, ordered drinks for everybody in the shop.

Calls were being made; I could hear people telling others over the phone that Ozoigbondu was back in Berlin. It was getting too much and I had to ask what it was. Everyone seemed to ignore me except Mr. Frank who asked me to sit down near him. He gave me a bottle of Malt and meat pie.

“Why is everybody happy to see him Solomon?” I asked.

“Who is Solomon?” He asked before he knew who I was talking about.

“It’s a long story my sister. Ozoigbondu disappeared without telling anybody where he was going. He is very popular here because he helped many people before he disappeared. We heard he was in Spain, then Portugal, then France and Italy. Nobody knew where he was. Some people even said he was deported. So we are happy to see he is fine,” Frank said.

Episode 39: One in a Million


While Solomon Ozoigbondu chatted and drank and hugged new arrivals that came to greet him, Mr. Frank told me more about who he was, he was very careful to avoid what Solomon did as business while he lived in Berlin in the past, he only concentrated on his good side and it made me curious. No one was ever that good without black spots. I didn’t want to push further into who Solomon was and what he did. The one thing I picked from Frank was that Solomon helped people back in Berlin. That wasn’t difficult for me to believe because he did the same thing for me.

Frank eventually turned around to ask if I was his girlfriend.

“Yes, we met in Lisbon in November last year, ” I said.

“So he was in Portugal all along and people said he was deported to Nigeria,” Frank chipped in as I continued.

We talked more before he took over and started to give me advice. “I want you to be very careful here in Berlin. Some of these our Igbo and Benin boys will come after you. They will start by asking for your phone number and then they will promise you this and that. I believe Ozoigbondu likes you to the extent of bringing you to Berlin. Don’t give out your phone number to anybody without telling him. Many girls made such mistakes here and they are stranded now. If he ever finds out you are doing anything with anybody, I can’t tell you what he can do. Just know that he is capable of many things as you see him.”

“Thanks Uncle Frank but that’s never on my kind. I love him and he knows that,” I said and sipped from my malt.

It all looked like Frank was the eldest there. He gave me advice as if he was the father of Solomon. They must have been doing something together to warrant such incident, but I liked it that he was on my side. I was going to need all the allies I could get if I was going to marry Solomon.

It was late in the evening when we took a cab to a hotel down the road near Hermanplatz.

Inside our hotel room, he made calls while I took my bath. He seemed to know a lot of people and that made me wonder what he did exactly while in Berlin.

Mr. Frank even said his name wasn’t Solomon. Not that he said it vocally but the way he was surprised when I called him Solomon, showed that it might not be his name.

“Baby, it’s time to tell me what the celebration at the shop was all about,” I said as I walked out of the bathroom.

“I am tired Jennifer, there is always another day for such things,” he said.

“I want to hear it now; you just talked for 30 minutes on the phone without getting tired. Another five minutes won’t kill you,” I said.

He turned and looked at me. “That’s called nagging, you know it.”

I laughed and fell on the bed. I will be listening while I try to sleep,” I said and we laughed.

“People are just happy to see me back in Berlin,” he started, “I lived in and around this city for over three years. I did my business here and all that. So I guess they are very excited that I returned.”

“The celebration seemed to me bigger than just seeing you. What am I missing?” I fired.

“Less than a day in Berlin and you are already a parrot. What is going to happen in one week? I am calling Madam Grace immediately.” He said and laughed.

I told him not to make jokes with such statement again and that it was not funny.

“I can’t believe I finally got away from Madam Grace. It’s still like a dream,” I said while we were on bed in the night.

“Jenny, everything in life is dreams, even the things we are doing now. Someday somehow, everything will varnish away when we die. Then the lives we lived here on earth will become a dream for those who knew us while we were alive and then the circle goes on forever. It is the reason why we seek comfort at all times because we do not want to create bad dreams for the ones we love. Your life is going to be better from now on, not because I will give you everything in the world but because you will have control over what you do and what you do not want to do. The first step is to get you to an asylum camp were the government will take your fingerprints, issue you a legal document to be able to walk freely in the streets and possibly pay you some money every month. After that, we will see the next thing to do,” Solomon said.

I was in tears before he could finish. I didn’t know why I always get soft and emotional each time he comes up with his speech about life. Not that there were things I haven’t heard in the past but I was surprised that a clever and brilliant good man like him was not occupied by another woman before we met. He was a good guy, no doubt and he seemed intelligent and wise. I was sure that his being single was because he didn’t want to get involved with anyone yet, not that women didn’t like or see him.

I was scared because of the way we met. Black Africans were a group of people who believed it was a taboo to become a Prostitute. The unfortunate truth about it was that every religion in Africa adopted that stand. Christianity frowned upon prostitution, Islam and paganism did the same. There was no way out of it. The only place prostitutes were respected was at a place where nobody knew what they did. That was not my case with Solomon, he knew what I did. He saw me there, he picked me up there, he cleaned me up physically and mentally and he took me out of the street. He knew I was forced into prostitution, he knew it was against my desire in life and when he found out I was ready to quit, he took it upon himself to do the rest.

But there on the bed in Hermanplatz area of Berlin, I was on his side, living like his wife, kissing him whenever I wanted, sleeping with him without protection. I was sure that if he didn’t want anything to do with me or if he didn’t trust me, he would have been protecting himself from getting a disease from me. Not that I had diseases but I was a Prostitute. The general perception was that all prostitutes had one disease of the other but Solomon never cared. He only took me to a hospital once while we were on the run in Porto. I was injected with Anti whatever according to him. I wanted to reject the injection since I didn’t know what it was but the way he looked at me at the hospital suggested that he would abandon me as soon as we left the hospital without the injection.

Isn't this the same beautiful Jennifer you rescued from a prostitution ring, then dated for a while, left, broke her heart, came back and found her living with someone else?

Sweet prose.

Am glad that your ban is lifted, awesome story

Amya:
Isn't this the same beautiful Jennifer you rescued from a prostitution ring, then dated for a while, left, broke her heart, came back and found her living with someone else?

its her..... U are right. Its same jeniffer from lisbon, portugal.

After muuch much thank God zubby is back

Episode 40: It Didn’t Take Long


“I want to ask you something, can I go ahead?” I asked.

We were still on bed in the Hermanplatz hotel but it was morning already. It was time to ask him about the injection and the pills he gave me back in Porto. I took both medications with fear while in Porto simply because I had no choice. I didn’t want to lose him because I didn’t also want to return to prostitution in Lisbon. But now that we were in Berlin, it was time to touch the old topic once more.

“No, don’t ask me. I don’t want to hear it,” he said.

I protested. “You don’t even know what it is I wanted to ask.”

He kept quiet.

“Baby, it’s about the injection and the capsules you gave me in the hotel in Porto,” I said anyway.

He turned around and looked at me. “What about them?”

I told him that I needed to know more about them since I was the direct recipient.

“It’s not important.”

“It’s important to me to know what I put inside my body,” I said.

“I think you are going to be a lot of troubles for me.”

“No, I am not going to be any trouble for you. Since I am going to spend the rest of my life with you, I think it is better we don’t keep secrets from each other,” I said.

“Which prophet told you we are going to spend our lives together forever?” he asked.

“Prophet Solomon told me. Remember you said you will never let anything happen to me.”

He laughed. “That’s different.”

“But you can just tell me what the medicines were for. I trust you won’t ever harm me. You have demonstrated that on numerous occasions but it would make me have peace of mind of I know what was injected into my body system,” I continued.

He began. “The injection was anti syphilis and other sexually transmitted diseases. The capsules were anti pregnancy,” He said and kept quiet.

I stood up from the bed and sat on the edge. It was time to take advantage of the small window that just opened. I didn’t know how it could end but I was going to push him to the wall. He had no right to give me what I didn’t know. I wanted the pregnancy because I wanted to keep him as mine. At the time we were on the run in Porto, I feared daily that he might leave me someday. As a result, I wanted to get pregnant to be able to trap him down with me. I knew he wasn’t the type to abandon his child. He couldn’t abandon a stranger like me; therefore it was unthinkable to believe he could do that to his own blood.

“You have no right to give me such medicine without telling me first,” I fired.

“Go to the toilet and vomit it,” he said.

Imagine the clown.

“I am serous,” I said with raised voice.

“So am I,” he said as his phone started ringing.




“I am on the third floor. Come up,” he said on the phone and cut it off.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“Madam Grace. Since you don’t want to shut up, you are going back to Lisbon.”

“That’s not true and this conversation is not over yet,” I said as I scrambled into my Jean trouser in anticipation of the person who was coming to the third floor. I knew the person wasn’t Grace but I was scared nonetheless.

Two minutes later, an Igbo man of about 30 years showed up.

“Jenny, this is Johnson. The one who was supposed to pick you up yesterday,” Solomon said.

I smiled as if everything was alright. I was nagging Solomon down. I knew what I was doing anyway; I was testing his resolve to be with me. I knew he wasn’t suddenly going to throw me back to Portugal because of whatever I would say. It wasn’t going to be easy because I can only travel willingly. He wasn’t going to kidnap and bundle me down to Portugal. Despite everything I knew he could do, kidnapping and sending me back to Portugal wasn’t one of them. He didn’t have the facility and the connection to do such thing. It was the reason why I wanted to make him annoyed. I wanted to see if he would hit me but so far, he managed to handle things maturity and sarcastically.

“Jenny is the girl I told you I was bring back to Germany. She is my girlfriend,” Solomon said to Johnson as he turned to me and said, “Take some money, go downstairs and see if you could buy anything for breakfast. Take you phone with you, call me if there is any trouble.”


I wasn’t’ in the mood to go downstairs, I wanted us to finish the topic we started but I knew that he needed to discuss something in private with Johnson.

I picked up my phone and left the hotel room.

It was already 10 am but I didn’t to know where to go. I would have loved to return to the African shop where we ate the day before but for one, I didn’t know the road to the place and secondly, I doubted it would be open by that time of the day. As a result, I just walked around the hotel until I saw where the Turkish people sold Donner Kebap. I liked Donner; I ate it a lot in Portugal.

I was still telling the Donner man the kind of ingredients I needed when he crept behind me.

“Are you not the girl I saw with Ozoigbondu yesterday at the shop?” he asked.

“Who are you?” I asked.

I was alerted. I guessed he was the kind of men Mr. Frank told me about.

“I am his cousin Ken,” he said.

“He didn’t tell me he has a cousin in Berlin.”

“Here is my phone, you can call him and ask. Tell him you saw me just now. I was with him at the table where we eat and drank whisky yesterday evening at the shop,” He said.

“I don’t recognize you and I don’t think I am touching your phone. You can call him yourself.”

“Give me his number,” he said.

“I thought you said he is your cousin. Why are you not with his phone number?”

“Well he said he will buy a new number today and give me,” he said and smiled.

I turned away and ignored him. I didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not but one thing I discovered in Berlin already was that Solomon didn’t want to be in contact with many people. He didn’t tell me that but I figured that out already. Everyone who wanted his phone number the day before was told to wait until the following day. He told them the number he had with him was Portuguese and that he would throw it away. I was sure he didn’t want to share his phone number yet because Mr. Frank offered to buy him a sim card across the road but he refused. It was time for me to start to also follow his steps in terms of intelligence because if I didn’t pay attention, I was most likely going to be making mistakes that could put me in trouble with him.

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Episode 41: Finally in a Home


When Johnson left, Solomon called and told me to return to the hotel. As soon as I entered the room, I started where I stopped.

“Why did you give me anti pregnancy capsules without my knowledge?”

“The answer is simple. I didn’t want to get you pregnant yet,” he said.

“What if I wanted to get pregnant?” I asked.

“Not if you wanted, you wanted it because I saw it in your eyes. I saw how you smiled when I released my sperms inside you. It wasn’t just the right time and right place to get pregnant. It will come when we are comfortable enough to welcome a baby. And please, this is the last time I want to talk about this,” he said.

It was time to let it go too. His face has turned red and whatever comes out of my mouth could be dangerous for me.

An hour after Johnson left, he walked out of the hotel alone. He said he was going to buy catalogue to check for available houses. When I offered to go with him, he said he wanted to go alone. I felt bad about it. Just the day before, I was his sweetheart at the African shop. He introduced me to everyone, even those that didn’t ask who I was, but a day after, I was expendable. I knew it was related to the questions I asked earlier about the injection and capsules but I needed to get them off my chest.

When he returned to the hotel room, he started making calls to the house owners. He spoke German language and despite the weeks I spent together with him, I didn’t know he could speak the Deutsch.

“There is a two bedroom apartment somewhere and I need to go and check it out. Wait here, I will be back before two hours. I will pay for another one night at the hotel reception because we may have to sleep here again,” He said as he turned the door handle and started walking away.

“I want to come with you,” I said like a child who wanted to follow the mother to the market.

“No, you are not going anywhere. You are staying here until I return,” he said and jammed the door.

I knew the root of all his strange behavior since that morning, what I didn’t know was when he would stop. It was getting out of hand and I couldn’t continue like that. It was time to be careful because he had already done what he promised me which was to send me out of Portugal. He owed me nothing now except his few vague promises of not ever allowing anything to happen to me. I knew he said he loved me but that was a promise that has been broken a zillion times in the last decade.

It was time to tell him that I was very sorry about not trusting him. It would be bad if he just send me away.

It was already 4pm when he returned.

“Get ready, we are leaving now,” he said as soon as he opened the door.

“Where are we going?”

“To a new apartment,” he said.

“I want to tell you something,” I said.

“Not now, just get ready, let’s go. You will have plenty of time to tell me anything you want.”

“I want to say it now,” I said as I moved to where he was zipping his bag.

He stood up. “You have been acting strange today. What is your problem? If you are going to be a problem for me in this city, I will find an apartment for you where you can live alone.”

“Baby, that’s what I want to talk to you about. I have been a bad girl since this morning and I am scared already. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I am just excited that we eventually came to a place nobody is after us. Please don’t hurt me because of this,” I said and started crying.

He continued zipping his bag and when he was done, he lifted it unto the bed, turned around and said, “When you are done crying, call me. Just make sure you are done before it is 12 noon tomorrow, otherwise you have to pay another 40 Euros to the hotel management.”



I didn’t need anyone to tell me he was serious as I grabbed my small bag and started running down the hotel stairwell after him.

We took a taxi to the new apartment. It was located in an area called Pankow. According g to Solomon, there were not many black people there unlike the Neukoln district.

The new apartment was at the top of a three storey building. Since the house had no lift, we walked all the way to the top. It was a nice big apartment with Fridge and Cooking gas already installed. Those were the immediate two things I needed. I wanted to start feeling and feeding at home. I needed to start cooking for him too. I was told that the easiest way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. My mother once told me that if a man eats out in a restaurant all the time, he will have no value for his wife. Perhaps that was the African system but the truth was that it was the truth. I was sure that I would be valued and appreciated more if I made sure there was food in the house all the time.

“Do you like the place?” Solomon asked as we settled down.

“Baby, I love it,” I said, grabbing the golden opportunity to start normal conversation with him once more.

The way he cleverly isolated me in the past few hours made me understand that I was expendable at anytime. I didn’t know anyone else in Berlin except Johnson and Mr. Frank; two people whom I believed would take Solomon ahead of me any day.

“Let’s go and buy some things we need at the mall,” He said.

We walked down and out to the nearby Aldi Store and bought food items. We bought cooking pots and everything needed to start cooking food in the apartment.

When we returned, I decided to play around with a few more harmless questions.

“Why did you choose two rooms instead of one room? One room and Parlour would have been enough for us instead of two rooms and Parlour.”

“Well since you started nagging this morning, I believe it will be wise for us to have separate rooms,” he said.

He sounded so serious about it that I had to promise him that I would never nag again. I couldn’t imagine us living in separate rooms like strangers. We were likely going to drift apart if that happened and knowing who Solomon was, it would be only a matter of time before he showed up with another woman in the apartment someday and the truth was that there was nothing I could do about it, nothing whatsoever ever except harming myself with worries.

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