The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 136

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The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 136

We got down to Zoo Garden area of Berlin and got down from the taxi. The prize meter in the taxi was running at an alarming rate. Since Berlin has the best Transport system in Europe, there was no need for waisting money on cabs.


I had known the city pretty well from my time as a drug dealer. It was the city where I did most of my drug deals:


When the cab left, we walked down to the U-bahn, Berlin’s underground train line.
We entered the U2 train and headed towards AlexanderPlatz.

”What happened” I asked Jennifer as soon as we settled in the Train.

She wanted to make face and complain about how I treated her inside the cab.
” First of all” I said. ” We didn’t tell the immigration that we were together. They cleared you out of the airport to go and not to wait for me. What if they had decided to send me back to Portugal, what happened to the number I told you to call if anything happened” I concluded.

” That was what I wanted to tell you inside the taxi. I forgot that I gave you my phone when I wanted to go to the toilet inside the flight” she said.

I put my hand inside my pocket and found her phone. It was switched off.
” How could we be so careless, you could have been stranded in Berlin” I said.
I apologized for how I waved her down in the cab.

She asked me what happened at the immigration checkpoint and I told her.

We stopped at the AlexanderPlatz station and joined U8 to Boddinstrasse station.

We came out of the underground and walked to the Akunne Afro shop and bar along the Flughafen street; the place where I used to spend money for the Nigerian people. The place where the name ‘Ozoigbondu’ originated.

As we entered the shop, people started jubiliating. Jennifer was surprised at how everybody hugged me. Some said they heard what happened to me before I ran to Portugal, some said they knew and even placed bets that I would return. Some who didn’t know me, stood and watched as I received the kings’ welcome.
Ozoigbondu had returned and those who knew me very well believed that My return to Berlin would be a good thing for them.