The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 4

4 years ago

The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 4

The Full TakeoverAfter shipping my BMW X5 down
to Nigeria, I had about €15,000 left
with me. I called my supplier and
bought two bags/kilos of weeds. I
invited Marko and Bolaji to come to
Berlin.

I told Bolaji to come with money. I
gave him 600 grams and asked him
to go and start distributing them to
the new African arrivals in
Brandenburg. He was scared of the
quantity. He was used to buying
100 grams at a time. I tried to make
him understand that 600 grams was
just 100 grams multiplied by 6. It
was all about mathematics but he
was still scared. He agreed to take
200 at most. With the level of his
panicking, I figured he could throw
the stuff away at the sight of the
first Police uniform, therefore I
agreed to his 200grams at-a-time
proposal. The only problem was
that I didn’t want frequent visits to
my apartment. It was bad for
security.

He paid for the 600 and took 200.
Marko came two hours later. I
lectured him on how to deal on
large quantities. He had never been
a dealer, he was just a smoker. But
I figured that if I could train him
properly, he could be a very
important retail outlet for my
syndicate. There was also the issue
of trust but in the game of drugs,
there was a very large room for
trust and risks. If one was not
willing to take risks or trust his
partners, he would be limited to his
dealings.

I lectured him for hours on the
security of the drugs and himself.
I la!d down the laws of a drug
dealer from number one to number
ten. I asked him questions between
the lectures and when I was
satisfied that he could handle the
business, I gave him 100grams to
start with.

Three hours after Marko left my
house, he called me again and said
that he had finished selling
100grams. He wanted to return to
Berlin for more but I told him to
wait until the following day. He was
on a speed mode and that was bad
for drug business. Avoidable
mistakes usually occured when a
dealer wanted to sell everything to
everybody in a very short period.
When he returned to Berlin the
following day, He returned the
money for the 100grams he had
sold.

I gave it to him at €400 but he sold
it at €8/gram as I had instructed.
He made €400 profit in one day. He
was very excited and told me that
he went to the local night club with
his girlfriend. Money had come and
the good news was that the source
of the money was a solid one.

I gave him 200grams and told him
not to return to Berlin until three
days. He got home and sold the
whole stuff in one day again.

The advantage he had was that most
of the smokers in Brandenburg
knew each other. It was the same
thing everywhere in the World. All
he needed to do was to call his
friends and tell them that he had
weeds for sale.

He even told me that some of his
friends bought from him only to go
and sell at a higher price to their
own groups. That was exactly what
I wanted.

The business chain was gradually
increasing which was why I wanted
Marko to slow down a bit. I knew
the Police would catch him someday
but I hoped I would have made a lot
of money from him before then.

Bolaji on the other hand, was being
cautious in his dealings in the
HEIM. He was afraid of the Arabs
and naturally afraid of the cops. He
finished his 200grams in three days
and returned for more.

I called Johnson and told him that I
had some stuff too. He visited
Berlin and took 700grams. He
wanted to be the semi-boss down
there in Brandenburg. In one week,
I had distributed the 2kilos and
made over €1000. It wasn’t much
but it was a good beginning.

Ozoigbondu had returned to
business.

A week later I rented another new
apartment. The frequent visits to
my place was becoming dangerous.

Every German citizen was a police
spy. They would call the police if
they suspected any unusual
activities.

I had hoped that my madam would
return someday soon and it
wouldn’t be such a good idea to
introduce her to drug business.

Money had started coming again
and it was a welcomed
development. I had don a great job
in avoiding Nigerians to monitor
my movement. Whenever there was
nothing to do, I would go to the
shipping company owned by a
Nigerian and join them to load
fridges, spare parts and other
African bound items. I would
struggle with the others to make
sure that we shared everything
equally.

Rumour was flying around that
Ozoigbondu had no money
anymore, some said that I had
squandered my whole money in
Portugal. Some said that Jennifer
ran away with my money. I enjoyed
the rumours because it made them
stop asking for money from me.