The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 7

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The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 7

The Arabs had ran away from Brandenburg.
Jimmy was rumoured to have left the city
entirely to a place unknown. The other three
stopped going to the HEIM as well. The
kingdom had been reclaimed by the Africans.
The only problem was that it was still
vulnerable since nobody was strong enough to
lay maximum claim to it.

Bolaji was contented with the peanuts he was
making. Johnson would have claimed it but he
was married to a white lady and they lived
together 2 miles away from HEIM. The new
arrivals were still too scared to touch drugs.
Marko and his gang didn’t live in the
HEIM. They operated from within the city.

The Guineans were encroaching. Abu and
Biggie were their leaders.

Abu was a Guinean Fulani man who had lived
in Cambodia before making it to Germany. It
was him who once joked that Nigerians Lived
in every corner of the planet. Biggie was a
fat Guinean too who wasn’t interested in
anything that could result to fighth or trouble.
Both of them had heard that I had returned
to Germany and that I was responsible for the
demise of the Arab brigade, But they didn’t
know if it was true of false.

Since there was no one ready to take over the
HEIM, I decided to make a brief appearance
in the city. I figured that my appearance
would scare the Guinea guys away Atleast for
a while.

It was on a Sunday, a day I figured that the
Police won’t be at work with full squad. I
had called My supplier and informed him that
I wanted to show my face there. He had
agreed to go with me. He had acquired a
new BMW 120d.

I called Johnson and told him we were
coming. I told him to find a way to get the
two Guineans outside by 2pm. I wanted them
to see me and know that I was really in
town.

We entered Brandenburg some few minutes
before 2pm. We drove past the small field
where the weeds were being sold. Johnson
and the two Guineans were there. Abu had
rushed to sell weeds to us hoping that we
were some white guys who had come to buy
drugs. As soon as he saw me, he shouted
Millooooo. He was excited but I didn’t
laugh. I just sq££zed my face as if we had
problems before. He had called Biggie to
pcome and see me. Biggie had greeted me
with a handshake. I didn’t alight from the
car. I sat there for a few minutes talking to
anybody who came to greet me. There were a
few new faces whom I had not seen before.
They came one after the other to say hello.
One of the looked tough. He didn’t bother
to greet me. He just passed there and looked
at us suspiciously. When we were about to
Go,, I called him. He was reluctant to come
but when he eventually showed up, I asked
him to come inside the car.
His name was Peter. He was a Nigerian too,
an Igbo guy. He had been posted a few
weeks back but found it so hard to get weeds
to see. He was ready to deal on drugs but
had no money to start. Everybody was scared
to give him weeds on credit. He had some
massive biceps and would beat any other down
hands down in a fight. I asked him how the
business was going. He said didn’t have to
tell me anything. After several attempts to get
his ego down to the level wanted, I told him
to call me the next day so we can talk again.
He said I should be the one to call him since
he looked older than me. I took his phone
number and left Bratown.

I intended to use his ego against him.