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Street Diaries Unknown Gunmen.
The news of the senator hit the media, it was everywhere. The television, the radio, newspapers, and it was blowing up on the fucking internet. What blew up more than the news of his death was the fact that he was shot while having sex with a nineteen-year-old. The poor girl was unfortunate to be the old man's girlfriend that night, the moment we decided to get the senator at her house was also when I decided that I would have to kill her, but when I heard how young she was, I felt bad for her in a way. "Senator Abu Sani shot dead by unknown gunmen." Unknown gunmen, a term used by both the police and the media when they have absolutely no clue about a crime that involves people getting shot. I knew a lot of people back in the day that got shot, and when you use the term, "shot by unknown gunmen," it meant the case was not going to get solved or taken seriously. But Abu Sani was a politician, of course, they were going to try harder to make the unknown gunmen known this time.
Street Diaries A not very Happy Birthday.
Early in my life, I found myself always falling behind. It is only those who know how it feels to be at the bottom of the chain, and how demeaning it could be in a country like mine that would be able to do the things required to get to the top. The fear of never returning to the bottom, to never fall from grace to grass...that is the biggest motivation that anybody can ever get.I grew up watching my parents struggle without any fucking thing to show for it. They were never lazy, but the system kept them down, it made them handicapped so that whatever they did, they would remain in that station allotted to them by those in charge. The rich got richer everyday and survival got harder for those at the bottom. I never met anyone more honest than my mother, but when you're as honest as she was in a world filled with corrupt, and dishonest folk, life becomes very difficult.My father did all he could to get himself ahead in life, he did everything legally possible bu
Street Diaries The New Council
Samson getting shot got to me and I made a scene at the party. I was just getting used to losing people but Kaz managed to turn it all around. Nothing like a swear of vengeance on those who killed Samson and a pour of liquor on the ground to get everyone back to the partying mood. Soon Baraka and some of his bikers joined us at the hotel and the party got started, Chris Achebe also sent a representative, he could not come in person. The other two members of the new council also came too. James Akin of the Akin family, and the dreaded Maleek Kose.I had to fake smiles and make happy faces just to keep up appearances. When you deal with people who would turn against you the moment you show the slightest sign of not knowing what you were doing, it is best to not give them a reason. All of them were not there because of any respect they had for me, they simply were present because of what they stood to gain and most especially the fear of the Alhaj who put me in charg
Street Diaries Vengeance.
The following day, I received a call from senor Blanco in the evening as expected. The man that I had met in Zarraton before then, was in Harmony City, and he was here to deal with his family's enemies. After what was a very long day, filled with events, I was happy to be on his side and not against him.He appeared to have prepared for the task ahead, when I met him in a penthouse in Victory island he already had a crew of four men all armed to the teeth with him. Victory island was where all the foreigners liked to stay, it was indeed planned and built for them if you ask me. Our governments have a way of reserving better, well-polished things for foreigners, they choose those motherfucers over their own citizens anytime. It was seven in the evening when I got to the penthouse and the whole place was full of weapons as the Blanco's men were getting ready."Hello, senor Balanco," I greeted him as one of the men let me into the house, after searching me and taking my p
Street Diaries Gangsta, Monster.
A hundred million dollars, converted to local currency, it was four hundred and eleven million, five hundred thousand. The first thing I did was to buy us a house in victory island, yeah, a house, a real home with a large compound, a large dining room for our big family and pool at the back, things we thought only possible in our dreams, things we and others like us were denied. Funny how they always say crime don't pay, but the ones who say this all the time are the real criminals, they are in the business of stealing destinies and murdering dreams, taking what belongs to many for themselves alone, and discouraging others to take the same steps. That is a real gangster move, if you ask me.Gangsters, hooligans, hoodlums, varmints, knave, rogues, miscreants, criminals. Those are the name they call us, but when you push even the most peaceful of men to the wall, when you allow a man's survival instinct to kick in, then you have a beast to deal with. And that is all we do, we s
Street Diaries Chaos.
Chaos, havoc, confusion, commotion turmoil, unrest, mayhem, disarray, disorderliness. No matter the word used, the theory of chaos states that everything that happens in a particular moment is an accumulation of things that's come before that time, things as little as the flapping of the butterfly's wings could cause a tsunami across the world. Bad governance and negligence of the needs and welfare of a society would definitely lead to chaos, and with chaos comes pain, violence, and irreversible societal rot. When good values are not encouraged in a society, or encouraged under pretence, then the bad ones would become popular.But in every bad situation, there are opportunities, the type of opportunities limited to the ones in charge, the way they exploit the masses. Create a problem and profit from trying to solve it, without really solving it. It was no lie what Sun Tzu said, "in the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity." I had a plan to use the opportunity of the chao
Street Diaries Hood Justice.
We lived in Victory Island but Hell's Gaze was still our home, it was the sit of power, and base of operations. In a few weeks the number of street soldiers we had tripled, everybody was representing and most of the residents knew who to go to when they had problems. I did what I learnt during my stay in Zarraton. Give a hopeless people a sense of hope and belonging, give them stability, and watch them follow you into the worst hell. Since stability and hope is all they ever asked for and never got. "The Badurs will help" became the hymn of the day.The house became a kind of neighborhood court, people would show up to ask for favors, or report an injustice done to them. The type of injustice that would have gone unnoticed in the past. I remember the case of Mrs. Bassy, the old woman came to the house crying with a little girl that couldn't have be more than twelve years old behind her. When they let her into the house, she went down on her two knees, tears streaming down her
Street Diaries Gloom
If you want to dine with the devil, you would need a very long spoon. In this game, it never gets easier, and there is no fucking light at the end of the tunnel. The more power and money you get, the bigger you get, the more vulnerable you become. Gloom and a violent fate are what probably await me. I would be doomed to face this reality one day, I knew this, and I accepted it. But what transpired in-between, that was what I had the power to influence. In the following weeks after I had Bammy killed in prison, things got tense, the remaining bosses of the old council went on the offensive, they hit back at us and hit back hard. I suspected this was Mr. Sarumky's doing, he was hiding somewhere in the city, and I had to find him and end the war once and for all. Finding Sarumky would be hard and I knew it, so in the meantime, I focused on the next big boss I could find and took them out.John Akin was the most powerful of the remaining bosses, he had earlier escaped an as
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