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ZUBY77:
Chapter 12.

''Hi baby girl, having a nice time'' I said. They both scrambled back into their cloths.
'' You dont respect people's privacy'' Emmanuel shouted. His accent was Swahili; Kenyan, Ugandan or Rwandese.

I threw the flower in my hand down at their feet and turned back. Tears were already flooding my eyes, I didn't want her to see me cry. She didn't deserve my tears anymore. I was supposed to be her Hero and not a weeping boy.

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okpurukata:
This is my best thread on Nairaland so far. I believe there is some fiction in it though. However it ended badly. Why Zuby suddenly decided to focus on making money from the story I don't know.

Benjamin4388:
have read this story of zubby twice over..stil cant believe it..EPIC

iomoge2:
@zuby77.
Pls how do o access the protected sites.

ZUBY77:
Whatsap...

ZUBY77:
I dont use that much. But send another r message, i will see

musa234:
which number should I message you on, since you barely use the Nigerian number

ZUBY77:
08164565779

runsgirl:
Zubby77,

How do Nigerians in UK without Naija bank accounts pay to get the access codes?

ZUBY77:
08164565779

Chuksonyeike:
beautiful story

ZUBY77:
Chapter 101

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''It was only a fool who spits out sugar that had been put into his or her mouth''

ZUBY77:
CHAPTER 30: WHITE KAROLINA


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ZUBY77:
Chapter 11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At exactly 3pm, the game started.

ZUBY77:
Chapter 91

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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