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Street Diaries El Padrino
They say politics is a dirty game, but I say it's just like being a gangster. You have to be cunning, fearless, and willing to do whatever it takes to come out on top. The only difference is that in politics, the weapons are usually words and the battlegrounds are mostly hidden from the public's eyes.... Well that is just until the guns are drawn and bullets fly, in these parts, the difference is not that much, elections are always full of murders and blood. As I sit in my dimly lit office, surrounded by smoke and the whispers of power, I can't help but draw parallels between the two worlds I had just started to inhabit. In both, you have to be able to manipulate, lie, cheat, and murder your way to the top. It's all about who has the most leverage, who can cut the best deals, and who can eliminate the competition with finesse.My father used to say, "In politics, you either eat at the table or you're on the menu." And let me tell you, I've never forgotten those words. They ring true
Street Diaries The Last Supper
I knew we would have to leave town for a while at least, but I wasn't going to leave without putting the house in order. I knew I was betrayed by some of the bosses, and I wasn't going to let the betrayal slide. It would have been a nail in my coffin. I had two problems, the first one was how to punish my betrayers and the second was how to make sure that others never even try to betray me again. What came next was a sort of cleansing, both spiritual and physical... the sort of shit I needed Chuks and Akeem for. Betrayal in this game comes with a heavy price - for those who cross the line, there's a one-way ticket to the Colosseum. Just ask any ancient Roman emperor how they dealt with disloyalty - heads roll and blood spills. Loyalty is rewarded, but betrayal? That's a one-way ticket to a brutal end. After the election, when the parties and the candidates argued and battled in courts about the results, and tried to prove all sorts of rigging and criminalities perpetrated during the
Street Diaries The Last Sitdown
After taking the rest of the crime bosses off the board, I decided it was time to use the help of our newfound allies, I offered Dele, the new DSS district director another career-changing opportunity when he finally helped me to get the information I needed, the identity of the men who had been gunning for me and mine. He finally gave me the files after a long look and I was surprised when I opened them, this helped when I made my plans, the final stage was the sit down with the man who led the assault against my family. I had to look him in the eyes, I just had to. So, three weeks after taking out the other bosses, I called him, he was a captain in the army, named Captain Abubakar Lawan. I asked him to meet at a restaurant downtown named Dodo and he agreed. As I sat at the table in the dimly lit restaurant, I could feel the tension in the air. I knew that Captain Abubakar Lawan would not come alone, and I was proven right as he arrived with a group of armed members of his unit. T
Street Diaries Appreciations to the readers.
I appreciate you guys for reading this story, and as we come to the end of this chapter in the story, I am happy to inform you that we are going to make this into a series of books, with the second book already In the works. I'll inform you when I get it signed so that we can continue the stories of the Badur crime family, thank you once again. Please drop your comments and votes. Let me know what you like, and dislike, and let us work on it together. I would love to hear from you all, let's go! . 🙂
Street Diaries The Last O.G. A Shark's Tale.
Oh, how things can change in the blink of an eye. Big Shark had been living a quiet and uneventful life in prison, serving out his time for a murder he had committed twenty years ago. But now, as he sat in his cell, he was approached by a representative of an international criminal organization – a group so powerful that they could make things happen that others could only dream of.This organization had the means and the connections to get Shark out of prison, to give him a second chance at life on the outside. And they were offering him a deal – the kind of deal that he couldn't refuse.But Shark had been in the game long enough to know that nothing in life comes for free. There would be a price to pay for this newfound freedom, and he had a sinking feeling that it wouldn't be an easy one to bear.As he weighed his options, Shark couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in this situation. It all went back to the night of the murder – a crime of passion that had changed the course
Street Diaries Home, My Home.
They say home is where the heart resides, where the roots dig deep and the soul finds comfort. If that's the case, then Harmony City is my home, my heart, my roots, my soul. My bloodline has lived and died in this city's belly, a city as ironic as its name, steeped in crime and chaos, a God-forsaken cesspool of human struggle that has been anything but harmonious for generations.Growing up here wasn't easy, the second of four siblings, I witnessed my mother, a pillar of strength and sorrow, toil day and night as a domestic worker for the city's aristocracy. She worked with the strength of an elephant and was compensated like a mosquito. We were poor, and in those days, you were either living amidst the glitz and glamour of the rich, or you were barely surviving, choked by the dust and grime of poverty. The middle class? A mythical concept, a cruel joke in this city.Harmony City was a chessboard, and we were the pawns. The government had designed the game to keep the rich in a perpetu
Street Diaries True colors.
They say you show your true color when you're angry. I was furious when I saw Mike in that hospital bed, so angry I wished those 666 boys dead a thousand times.I sat there with tears, running down my cheeks. I felt a hand grab my shoulder and looked back. It was Kazeem dressed in a black tee shirt, black jeans, and a red leather jacket. "Hey, kid, " he said with a smile."I'm okay but Mike isn't, " I responded sternly."Yeah, let me talk to his mama for a minute" he walked up to the woman who was talking with the doctor."Hello, Doctor Frank, " he greeted the doctor like they knew each other."Oh, Mr. Badur, they're with you?""Yes, they are. I'll be paying for the treatments.""I understand, sir, " the doctor answered with fear written all over his face.Kazeem turned to Mike's mom and hugged her. "He's going to be fine, Mama. Stop crying." He then dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out some money that he gave to her."Thank you Mr. Badur, " she wiped her face with the back
Street Diaries Better Days.
"People say you should always be punctual but I disagree. You should know when to be punctual and when not to be, " Kazeem said as he ruffled Kunle's hair with his hand."Stop treating me like I'm a kid, Kaz, " Kunle reacted."Oh but you're my kid brother, aren't you? You need to move your ass or you'll miss the bus..." He spread his arms, turned to Shola and Shade, and they all chorused:"Again!""I'm not going say anything to that and don't you have to get to school too?" He blurted at Shola and Shade."Well, our school is just around the corner, it's not as far as yours is, " Shade replied.Shola kept mouthing the lyrics of a rap song and paid no attention to the conversation. A car zooming halted at the front of the house and they heard the door open. Kazeem picked up his Glock G19 and went to the window. They all moved away from the windows like Kazeem had taught them to do, whenever they hear a random vehicle park in front of the house
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