The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 9

4 years ago

The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 9

Congrats To Peter
Peter called an hour after he left. He had
safely transported 50grams of weed from
Berlin to Brandenburg, a journey of 35 to
40 minutes. He wanted praises from me.
” Look Peter, don’t call my phone again
until you finish selling the goods” I said and
hung up.

I had left the ”hospital” and went to
Akunne’s Afro shop. It was in the
afternoon. Chichi was there as I expected.
Her Romeo who was carrying her on his laps
the other time was not around. Akunne was
not around too. Everybody had left for work
except Ozoigbondu.

” Why don’t you go to work like others”
Chichi asked.
”I was sacked from my place of work, do
you have another one for me” I joked. She
took it serious. She said there was a
Restaurant that wanted two workers to work
as dish washers. The pay was going to be
€210 every week. She said she would do me
a favour and call the manager to find out if
the job was still available. I thanked her and
asked for a bottle of Jack Daniel.

I was half way through my first glass when
four Police officers busted into the Afro
shop.

”Ausweis bitte (Passport Please)” the
only lady among them asked. I kept quiet and
pretended not to have understood German.
I spoke Igbo to Chichi and told her never to
tell them that she knew me.
The lady Police came a bit forward and
repeated what she said earlier. She was also
drawing passport on the air with her two
hands.

” O que e isso ( what is it)” I asked
her in Portuguese. I gambled with the fact
that they may not know how to speak
Portuguese and it worked. I didn’t even
know Portuguese. I only knew a few
commonly used sentences and words such as ”
Thank you, how are you, what is it”
The smart lady Police asked me what language
it was, the problem was that she spoke
German again.

I demonstrated with my hand, that I didn’t
understood her too. It was amusing but I
kept my straight face.
” Do you speak English” She asked.
I nodded in affirmative.
” Your passport, give me your passport
please” she said with a suspicious smile on
her face.

” Oh, my passport” I said with a smile as
I dipped my hand inside my pocket and
brought out my Green Nigerian Passport. I
removed my resident permit card and handed
it over to her.

She flipped through the pages and found no
visa.

” Visum, visa” she said.
I handed her the Resident permit and kept
my gaze on her face.

” When did you come to Germany” she
asked.

” Today” I said.

”Do you have your travel ticket with you”
she asked.

” No, I threw it away, they told me that I
can’t use it again” I said, changing into the
dumb novice mode.

She had HANDED my permit to another
police officer with large stomach who was
scrutinizing it with a kind of detective lens.
” How did you come to Berlin” She asked.
” Flight, I came with Berlin Air” I said.
” Air Berlin” she corrected me.
I knew it was air Berlin but in my attempt
to play the dumb guy, I had decided to twist
everything.

Two minutes later, the fat police spoke to the
lady officer. He told her that he couldn’t
detect any fault on the permit. The lady also
said that she thought my passport was
genuine. They spoke in German.

They handed my Passport and permit over to
me and left.
Chichi was scared. She thought the police
were going to take me away. I asked her why
she thought so, she said that Akunne had
told her that I ran away from Germany
before.

Ten minutes later, another set of two Police
officers showed up in the shop. They came
with a picture of a policeman. They told Us
that the policeman had been shot in
Hessenheide park by two Arab men. They
asked us to call the police if we heard
anything. Then they left after promising
€10000 for any information leading to the
arrest of the shooter

Those stingy German police were ready to pay
only €10000. The Americans would have
paid a million dollars.
As soon as they left, I remembered that I
had a gun. I thought that the Police would
begin to search all the places they had been
seeing foreigners. I left the Afro shop and
went home. It was time to dispose off the
gun.