There And Back On Time - Season 1 - Episode 48

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There And Back On Time - Season 1 - Episode 48

Thief And Victim

Germany Dilemma
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.

It was almost funny. These people had
prepared for war should incase they met
resistance. They must have thought that we
dealt on hard drugs. But then they were
some Arabs living in the HEIM and dealing on
drugs as well. Maybe they had guns.
The police man tore the base of the chair with
the dagger and brought out the drugs. He put
them together with my measurement scale on
the table and used his walkie talkie to call
their leader.

The head of the Kripo ( Kriminal Polizei) came
up to my room and saw the drugs on the
table. He then called the media lady to come
with her video camera.

They took pictures of the drugs and the
pictures of me. Then they asked me to stand
near the drugs for a picture. I asked them
why. One of them said it was to show that
they found the drugs with me.

I asked them what was inside the bags on the
table, they just looked at me as if I was silly.
I asked them to tell me what it was, one of
them said there were drugs. I faked a
surprise and asked them what they wanted to
do with it. I told them that the bag didn’t
belong to them and that they should leave it
for the owner.

The Kripo leader explained to me that they
were police officers that had come to search
for drugs and they found the drugs in my
room. He said the drugs were illegal.

As soon as they mentioned that the drugs
were illegal, I looked up at the leader and
said;

” Das ist nicht meine” ( that is not mine).
I braced my cheeks for a surprise slap from
one of them but non came. They were
different from the Nigerian police who had
slapped me more than once in Nigeria.

They asked me who owned them, I said I
didn’t know. I told them that the room didn’t belong to me alone.

There was another man who shared the
room with me, I told them.

They asked for his name and I mentioned
Sandis, the Camerounian who had stolen my
weed in October of the previous year.
They looked on the list of names and rooms
they had with them and confirmed that the
room belonged to me and one Sandis from
Cameroun.

*The authorities had not assigned him a new
room officially because he never approached
them for it. He only came to the HEIM during
the month ends. We had been paid allowances
two days earlier and Sandis returned for his
money. He had left a day before the invasion.*
the Kripo leader asked where Sandis was, I
told them that I saw him last night but I didn’t know where he was. I told them that he slept there sometimes but not all the time. They took notes and after proper procedures,
asked me to sign under my name. I told them
that I wasn’t going to sign anything without
knowing what it was.

They explained that written on the paper, was
the things found inside my room and what I
said. I signed it and they left with the drugs.

They didn’t take me along.

Sandis was the culprit, He was going to pay
for stealing my weeds. Never touch the tiger
by the tail.

Several people were arrested but due to the
fact that we hardly leave drugs in our
rooms, only small amounts of weeds were
found in their rooms. Not enough to send
them to prison. They were taken to the police
station and finger-printed.

Jordan was among them. I, together with
Johnson was the only Nigerians in HEIM that
was not finger-printed. John had gone to his
white girlfriend’s house to sleep.

The Yoruba thief, Bola whom I had nicknamed
Derico was whisked away to the station too.
Some missing items from the Eurospar mall
near us had been found in his room.

Chibuzo the tall slim guy from Anambra state
was taken to the station too.

When they returned from the police station,
they said that I used Juju to confuse Police.
Yea, tactical Juju.

”I believe there is a solution to every given
problem, you just need to exploit every
possible thing”

After the Invasion, everybody was scared to
continue business. They were afraid that if
they got caught again, they would be send to
prison.

Since I was not finger printed, I had no
reason to fear.

The smokers had been calling their suppliers
who didn’t pick their calls.

They had piled up around the HEIM, blowing
whistle to alert us that they needed weed.
Somehow, I got motivated and took drugs
from Johnson and went outside, back to the
street,

Back to my customers and back to making
money.

I was the only one outside for over one
week and within those one week, I made triple of what I used to make. I recovered my lost 3000 euros worth of lost drugs.