The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 64

4 years ago

The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 64

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I didn't hear the sound of their vehicles when they arrived. It was very early in the morning. The whiskey I drank in Berlin had woken me up around 3am. I used that opportunity to prepare the goods I would sell the following day. When I finished tying the goods, I wrapped one joint and smoked. I had started smoking. A bad move. One of the lessons of drug was never to get high on the stuff you deal.

After 4am, I thought I heared some kind of noise outside.

We were all in the habit of looking out of our windows if we heard any vehicle sound. Most of the time, it would turn out to be Taxis or private cars but that very morning when I looked through the window, tens of green and white police cars had surrounded the HEIM.
Hundreds of police officers had covered every angle of the HEIM.

My heart skipped and I went into thinking mode.

My mind jumped from one thing to another without getting hold of anything.
I wanted to gather my drugs and threw them out of the window, I knew they would pick it and bring it back to me, so I decided to take my chances.

My brother in Nigeria had called days earlier and said he bought lands for me. I had bought some cars and took them to the shipping yard. I also had some small money that I left in Nigeria before traveling. I had sent one million Naira to my mom to save for me.
Therefore, those Nazi police can take me to prison. even if I spent 4 years there, I would still be richer than many Nigerians who had lived in Germany years before I came.
I went to my door and opened it to look along the passage, two police officers were already standing in front of my door. I didn't hear their footsteps. They both kitted up like they had come to arrest Osama bin Laden.
'' Guten Morgen herr Ebot'' (Good morning Mr Ebot) one of them said.

*Those skinheads even knew my name.
Apparently they had come for me. They must have heard how drugs were being distributed in the HEIM*
I answered their greeting and asked what was happening. I already knew but I enjoyed pretending to be a fool whenever I was with the police.
One of them just asked me to go back inside and sit down. I moved backwards and sat on the sofa where I had hidden the drugs.
I obeyed them.

A few minutes later, they entered my room and started searching. The search was going on in the other rooms at the same time except unoccupied ones. Several minutes into the search, they found nothing. They turned everything upside down except the chair I was sitting on. I was deliberately sitting there because that was where I hid the drugs. It was about half kilo of weeds and one kilo of Hashes worth 3000 euro in cost price.
The search went on for several more minutes and when they couldn't find anything, they asked where I had hidden my drugs, I denied having anything. They didn't believe it. The search continued.

I had opened my windows when I saw the police cars outside, the cold weather of Germany had surged into my room and within minutes, the smell of the joint I smoked had evaporated. We were in the winter. They had almost concluded their search when one of them asked me to stand up and move to the bed. At that moment, I knew they would find the drugs.

He turned the chair upside down and something made some noise under it; it was the water-proof bag I had used to cover it.
He put his hand in his pocket and brought out a sharp dagger.