Sex, Drugs And Being An Agbero

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Episode 20

I was ordered to stop my car beside Swiss Pharmaceuticals , Dopemu . . . two lebanese guys came to pick me up … one of them was smoking and offered me a stick , I declined …

At 11 : 30 , some Danfo bus still moved around the bus – stop … it reminded me of Bayo … even the bleeping cigarettes reminded me of him. .
I met Mr Ahmed standing beside a Bmw 3 series .
He was a short man … cleanly shaved … he looked harmless like your average school bus driver. . .

Mr Ahmed : Oh Mr Nathan … you look healthy …
Me : hello sir…
Mr Ahmed : Although your eyes are red and puffy … it must be because of your friend …
Me : what do you want to see me about ?

He ignored me like I hadn’ t spoken…

Mr Ahmed: You see we are all dead men
walking… sometimes our brothers go earlier than us … it doesn ’ t mean life isnt fair . . I lost my entire family to the israeli soldiers … its life …

I was silent …

Mr Ahmed : lets just make money to make our
short stay pleasurable . . .
Images of me and Mr Ahmed at Paloma in Accra crossed my mind … he was a fan of strippers …
Me: So what do you really wanna talk about …?
Mr Ahmed: … ok… I wanted you to meet some of your former colleagues … they have been waiting since noon… its rude to keep them waiting . . .
Me: im not in the mood for business … Mr Ahmed … I have to take my exit now …
Mr Ahmed: If you indulge me … . I assure you, you will be glad …

Three other Lebanese joined us, then Mr Ahmed led the way… Facing us was a Plaza , just after First bank Plc …

Mr Ahmed : You know I have owned this place since Buhari was Head of State. ?
Me: ok…
Mr Ahmed: those were hard times . … Things were hard for foreigners … . u know ?… the Ghanians had it worse …
Me: I heard . . .
Mr Ahmed: you were not born then … I suppose ?
Me: yes …

I was getting increasingly irritated by his
comments. .
He lead me upstairs to the last room … room . . then he unlocked it and entered… it was dark … my legs hit a couple of Aluminium sheets … I realised we were in s store … then I stood still… then one of his boys turned on the light…
I took a while for my eyes to readjust to such intensity of light. . . I noticed we weren ’ t the only ones in the room …
Tied to the roof with their hands were two people…
They were both Unclad … completely Unclad . . sweat dripped down their bodies …
Mr Ahmed was right… I was glad I came …
Amarachi and Alhaji werent as glad though .
I looked at Amarachi ’ s Unclad body … from her head to her feet . Even with the trauma she must be facing, she still looked exotic . Her ample b0s0ms dangled as she swayed… her legs were spread gently apart , showing a cleanly waxed pvssy . . when she saw me , I could see shame in her eyes… shame and pain .
Alhaji on the other hand was grotesque . I could see he had been manhandled before being tied up . . his upper lip was swollen … blood stains were on his protruding stomach . If Shade had been here … she would have called him the real ‘ kekere ’ . . He grunted every now and then …

Mr Ahmed: Nathan , sit with me … lets have supper…
Me: im not hungry . . . how did you get them ?
Mr Ahmed: well, im hungry …

He sat beside a table with a vacant chair … I sat alongside him. .

Mr Ahmed: You know , when I listened to the conversation , I felt bad. Amarachi is a wicked girl. . she broke our hearts. . you and I . Though she only gave me head occasionally … . cuz I neva really wanted to fvck her … it was still a bond…

At this point I concluded Amarachi was a LovePeddler. .

Mr Ahmed: You dont head somebody and steal from the person … not right . . . not good … bad manners. .

Ok … Mr Ahmed is a talkative.

Mr Ahmed: After listening to the conversation , I decided to use her to shine the light to all those that might want to steal from me … You know… just so they understand that stealing isnt fair … it makes people sad … I was sad . . I couldnt eat well … pray or fvck well… my money was kidnapped. . . they wanted their daddy…

Is Mr Ahmed mentally ok?

Mr Ahmed: My boys got to Festac to invite her here … . luckily we saw Mr Alhaji at her residence… it saved us the stress of going to the park . I heard it gets nasty there . But Mr Alhaji is a rude person… my boys said he was rude. . he and his boys kept firing at us. Just because we wanted both of them to accompany us . He killed Idrissou and Yahaya … Mr Alhaji is rude . . so my boys blew up the house … killed Alhaji’ s boys … Alhaji became a little polite.

Alhaji: E no go better for you . .

I admired Alhaji’ s courage … looking at him, thats possibly the only thing to admire .

Mr Ahmed: I told you he was rude … anyways he conspired with this lovely lady to steal from me … too bad you know ?
Me: yes …

Mr Ahmed stood up … he placed his hands on Amarachi ’ s b0s0ms, such beauty to go to waste… it is painful … she looked at him and pleaded . .

Amarachi: You can have everything , if you have internet connection , I will transfer everything to you … everything . . . I would work for you … anything you want me to do . . please dont kill me . . please dont. . . im sorry …

He patted her chics like he was assuring her … then she started crying …

Amarachi: Nathan im sorry … please forgive me … beg him for me . . please … for the sake of our friendship …
Me: Do you know Bayo is dead ?
Amarachi: im sorry . . .
Me: Just shut up …

Mr Ahmed strolled to Alhaji… he was still grunting from his pain . . .

Mr Ahmed: You drink too much … bad for you … bad for your stomach … . You must drink wine …
He placed a cup of wine on Alhaji ’ s lips … he drank it and spat on him. . Mr Alhaji’ s face was filled with blood, saliva and wine . .
Mr Ahmed looked at me . . .

Mr Ahmed: rude man . . just too rude for my liking …

At that point one of his boys brought a small towel and a pack of pizza . .
Mr Ahmed sat down again…

Mr Ahmed: Cynthia is missing you , my guys tell me … you should go stay with her … she cries daily …
Me: very soon …

Fork and knife lay on the table beside the bottle of wine …

Mr Ahmed: who needs fork to eat pizza ?… knife maybe… but fork ? … . nooo …

He stood up again. .

Mr Ahmed: Mr Alhaji… will you hold it for me … please ?…

Ofcourse Alhaji’ s hands were tied…

Mr Ahmed: rude man …

He got closer to Alhaji and buried the fork in his
right eye …
The scream that emanated from Alhaji was beastlike… just as blood and eye tissue splashed on his eye lid and dripped to his chin . . he kept screaming …

Mr Ahmed: thank you . . Now Nathan , lets eat …

I happily took a slice and watched urine flow down Amarachi ’ s legs . .

Alhaji: Taofeek will kill you all … he will destroy you … you won ’ t go Scott free…

Mr Ahmed kept eating …

Amarachi : oh … please … ah . . ah … I dont want to die … Nathan you cant let them kill me!

I wanted to watch them die but I also had things to do … around 2 am… I checked out … . Mr Ahmed promised me a gift to solidify our frienship


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