The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 137

4 years ago

The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 137

Reclaiming Old Kingdom

News that I had returned to Germany spread fast among the Nigerians in Berlin. Everybody wanted to confirm if it was true. People called their friends who in turn, gave me their phones to talk to one person or the other.
Tony, my master supplier back when I lived in Brandenburg heard the news too.

I had owed him €4000 worth of the last drugs he supplied to me. He had heard how Police invaded our residence too. He drove to the Afro shop where we had stopped to meet with me. He was very happy to see me again. He said he had forgotten the money I owed him and even gave me €500 to help me settle down quickly in Berlin.

After drinks and food at the Afro shop, I called Johnson and told him that I had returned and that I was in Berlin. He was in Brandenburg but promised to come and see me in the morning.

I wasn’t going anywhere near Brandenburg in the near future.

I called a cab and took Jennifer to a cheap hotel facing the Hermanplatz U-bahn station. As soon as we settled down, she began her Q & A session.

” Why were all those people so happy to see you”
”Who are you exactly”
” How come you are very popular in Berlin”
” I heard them say you ran away, what did you do”
It was all genuine questions but I wasn’t going to lay down my past to her in a hurry. She was supposed to be worried about her future in Germany not what I did in the past.
We end up sleeping like enemies that night. It was what I needed anyway.

The following morning, Johnson came. He said he was going to come before 9am and he was punctual. He brought me one of my bags I left in his care before my quick exit from Germany. It was the very bag that contained my smith & weston pistol gun. He never opened the bag.

After hugs and pleasantries, we settled down to business. One thing I liked about Johnson was his direct approach to things. He didn’t like small talks a lot.
” Since you left, the Arabs took over Brandenburg from the Africans” he said.
” I tried to snatch it back from them but nobody was willing to help me. Because of my young German resident permit, I didn’t want to take too much risks. Now that you have returned, we will find a way to change that” he said.
” I am not coming anywhere near Brandenburg soon” I said knowing that he expected that.
” I know, you will stay here in Berlin but we will find a way to take Brandenburg again” he said.

He gave me €15000, the remainder of the money I left with him before going to Portugal.
When he left, I pondered over his proposal. It was good to go back to business but that was not what I had in mind. I had wanted to lay low for a while but after giving his proposals a thought, I decided to have a go at it.