The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 50

4 years ago

The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 50

I had returned to Brandenburg in the early hours of Saturday. I collected my key from IYI, the lady receptionist and went up to my room.
I had kept my key with her because I shared the room with a Camerounian man..

When I settled down, I called Agnes to tell her that I was back in the HEIM. She said she had left the HEIM too. She had traveled to Berlin to stay with her cousin since there was no business for ladies in the HEIM. She said she would return at the end of the month for her allowances.

I slept afterwards and When I woke up, I went to Johnson's room to ask him what they did for money in the Camp.

There was no need to ask because as soon as he opened the door for me to enter, I saw a heap of Marijuana. He was putting them in small satchets of 1g (gram) each.

He explained that they pack them in 1g and sell them to the young Germans outside. He said each one of them cost 8 euros or 2 for 15Euros. He said I could sell 1 for 7.50 if the buyer had the change.

I sat down and joined him to pack the weeds inside the small satchets.

Since we were not measuring the marijuana to make sure it was actually more or less than 1g, he explained that I had to make sure that it was less instead of more.

We finished tying 100g of Marijuana and we got 110 satchets instead of 100 satchets.
It was fun as I learnt the ropes.

That afternoon, Johnson gave me 15 satchets and asked me to follow him. We went outside the HEIM and buried our goods on the ground along the road, then we started loitering along the roads like I had seen when I first came. There were other people too.

Most of the customers already had their phone numbers. They usualy called before coming. Whenever I saw a customer coming, I would rush to him or her only to be told that he or she had called Johnson or Jordan or Tony or one of the Fulani people from Guinea. They would laugh at me. They all even knew each other's customers because when Jordan's customer showed up without call, every other person would allow Jordan to sell.
These terrorists sold all their goods while my 15 pieces remained buried in the ground. I nearly weeped.

An hour into the business, most of them went upstairs inside the HEIM, I remained outside. I was determined to make a sale.

Two minutes after they left, a young girl, about 18 years strolled up to me and said
'' has du grass''(do you have grass) ( they called it grass).

I didn't understood German but what else could she be asking me?

I nodded and stretched my hand for money first.

*Attaboy, no dulling. Pay before service. The perfect businessman had arrived in Brandenburg. The Dangote of Marijuana*
She looked at me curiously. She had not seen my face before and didn't know if I sold good grass or not.

*There were different types of grass sold there as at then.