Sex, Drugs And Being An Agbero

Episode 22

Its 8 : 30 am and Im at Muritala International airport, arrival terminal , its 7 : 30 in kotoka airport , accra where Cynthia just boarded her flight … . in 45 min she will be back in Nigeria … . back in my arms … I wanted to put all this behind me and go on holidays… I was already processing our south african Visas… . we had alot of money… my company account, Viola Medicals had about 122million naira in it . . thats apart from my current account. .

Mr Ahmed had tried to convince me to continue the drug biz … but I declined . . I was gonna open a lounge and name it . . ’ B LOUNGE ’ . . Cynthia will be the manager … it will be big and beautiful. I would invest in Guiness Nigeria and Transcorp. I would try to convince Cynthia to marry me and hope we have a son I can call Bayo.

I dont really know Cynthia but we have the rest of our lives together . . .

At this point two smart looking men walk up to me … with dark shades on . I thought they were gonna keep walking but they stopped . .

Man 1: Are you Mr Nathan Guodobia ?

Me: Yes. .

Man 2: we are members of NDLEA , you are under arrest for importation and exportation of hard drugs … .

I smiled … my day of reckoning came earlier than expected … . I thought about the plans I had for Cynthia and myself … the future looked so promising…

Me: you must be mistaking sir … i deal in Medical supplies . .

The handcuffs were out … people started staring at me …

Man1 : Your airport accomplicies are already sweating it out . . . you will be locked up for a long time …

Me: can I call my lawyer …?

Man 2: ofcuz … when we get to our office …

I didnt even get to see Cynthia… . by the time she disembarked . . . I was already charged . . . and put in a cell … to think of it , she is better without me …

I have been in Kirikiri , Navy town for 7 yrs now … I am popular among the prisoners … I have a room to myself … I have Tv and even watch football matches… I am a die hard chelsea fan … they bring girls for me inside to straff … no feelings … no affection … just animalistic yearnings. . . I have 5 more years to go … I am fvcking rich, and even the prison system knows … Mr Ahmed sends exotic wines every now and then … yes… I am rich . .

But when I am alone … or before I sleep… everytime … I hear voices. . . both in and outside my head … . The voices beckon to me …

Up Chelsea … Up Chelsea . . . and I reply… Blues for life …

Everytime I am alone . . . im not alone … I am with my brother. . Bayo .

THE END….