The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 22

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The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 22

GOING TO AMERICA
” I want to follow you back to America”
Maria said after we had cleaned ourselves up.
Why were women always demanding for
something in return for sexx? She wanted to
follow me to America simply because I had
just finished being intimate with her.

”What do you want to do in America
Maria” I asked hoping that she must have
thought of something.

”I don’t know, I just want to leave
Slovakia” she said.

”why didn’t you follow your boyfriend to
Germany to work? I heard there were a lot
of works and money over there” I said. I
was just trying to discourage her to drop the
idea of going to USA.

”If I had followed him to Germany, I would
not have met with you” she said.
*Miss Aristotle the Philosopher. Don’t just
follow that route, I am pretty good at it
myself*

I decided not to pursue the argument, I just
had to find a way to leave Slovakia without
her knowledge. USA was not particularly a
country where you go to because you wished.

But what if I took advantage of the
situation? Yes, teach this blondie some
African lessons, Afterall I was a Nigerian,
the land of the Yahoo boys.

” I don’t have enough money to get you a
flight ticket and other necessary documents. I
could talk to my Father in Texas and tell him
that I had found a wife. He can send you an
invitation letter but you would require a flight
ticket before the US embassy could grant you
an entry Visa” I said.

” I have some money, how much is the
ticket” she asked.

”I don’t know how much it would cost from
Slovakia here, I will need to find out from
the travel agents tomorrow” I said.
She was very excited and we did the sexx
stuff once more. Maria was going to America
Afterall.

After the third and the longest round of sexx,
we chatted for a little over an hour and slept
of on the single bed inside the room.

I called Johnson first thing in the morning
and told him that I was on my way back. He
didn’t say anything as I had expected. When
I got to our room, I took a shower and
asked where we were going next.

”I don’t know, Madame Vivienne called
Yesterday night. She said we were going to a
town near Ukraine where they have another
warehouse” he said.

Madame Vivienne came an hour later. We
entered her Skoda car and drove east. Three
and half hours later, we arrived in the town
of Soblance.

Soblance was a town of 6000 people located
a few kilometres from the Ukraine border town of Uzhorod. It was the easternmost town in Slovakia.

When we got to the city, we headed straight
to the office of the mayor. An old man sat
behind a large mahogany desk.

He recognized Madam Vivienne who I guess
contributed to the economy of the small town,
but he looked suspiciously at Johnson and I.
We greeted him by waving our hands since we
didn’t know which language to use. He
motioned us to sit on a long sofa adjacent to
the table.

Madam Vivienne introduced us to him. He
was excited to know that we had come all the
way from Africa to his small town. He
offered us coffee and crackers biscuit.

After a few minutes, we left for the
warehouse. The warehouse in Soblance served as a gateway in receiving used clothes from Ukraine and as far as Moscow and St.
Petersburg.

The clothes would then be sent to
her warehouse in Kosice and Bratislava.

We inspected the goods, made calls to Mr.
Eze in Africa and later drove back to
Bratislava.

” We are going back to Germany now”
Johnson said As soon as we returned to
Bratislava.

”No, You are going back to Germany now”
I said in response.

” I have some American business here to
finish” I said.

He didn’t say anything, he just packed up
and left for Berlin.

As soon as he left, I called Maria.

She said She had gone to study music and
would be back in an hour or an hour and
half.

I la!d down on the bed and waited up for
her.

Now that I had a breathing space in our hotel
room, it was time to teach Maria how we
Nigerian-Americans operate.