Semua Bab Street Diaries : Bab 41 - Bab 50

After killing everyone in the church, and rescuing the handful of kids we found chained to walls, I ordered Akeem to bring some petrol from the car and set the place ablaze, we I knew I was starting another fight, a fight with the union, but it was one I was willing to do. After what I saw in the so-called church I was so vexed that I decided that we would bring the union to the ground. They had children in cages, they had rape chambers where they raped the children after addicting them to drugs and torturing them, and they had crocodile pits where they throw in the ones who didn't survive. It broke my heart, and I decided to make them my new project, it would be my own way of giving back to the community.As we were leaving the Sinstrict, I received a call, it was Mike. I had not spoken to him since the last time I saw him and I was feeling bad about it."Hello, brother," I said as I picked the call."I'm in trouble, Kunle. I'm in real trouble," Mike sounded fr

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The heart of man is bitter and dark, full of lies and deceit. Details, pay attention to the little things, something as little as an unnecessary lie. This would save you from a lot of bullshit. Things get cold, and relationships get sour. The truth is that people lie, steal and betray each other. And betrayal... It does not come from your enemies. I always valued being honest above everything else, and being straightforward would save one from the excuse of telling stupid lies and being a shitty person. Even as a kid I detested having to lie, Kaz avoided having to make me lie for him whenever he got into trouble too, he just knew it was not in my nature. Instead I would prefer to keep my mouth shut and not say anything, this got me into a lot of trouble too, mother would whoop my buttocks for not telling on Kaz, she knew I could have, but I never would, even when Kaz himself would give me the go ahead to tell on him. Just as the prophet Muhammad said, "if you do not have something g

After the attack I initiated the search for the perpetrators but came up with nothing. The helplessness, the reminder that I still could get hurt and not be able to do anything about it. Uncle Kasali offered to help in the hunt but even he came up with nothing. So, after a couple of months I went to the Kabal. Yeah, I was that desperate to get Shurrah's killers. I had searched the streets and the killers were definitely not from any gang in the city, something felt off and the Kabal was the only ones I could turn to, I knew that I would probably regret the day I made that decision but I was hurting... Hell, I still do.I sought for their help and kept asking for about two months before they even gave me an audience. I was so paranoid that I decided to initiate a meeting with the Kabal without Mr. A's knowledge. I had made new friends in the political circles, among them was senator Abama Fredrick. He was the youngest senator in the state.The most dangerous thing about

London was cold as fuck, I missed everything about home, and the feeling that I had abandoned my brother was killing me. In London I was immediately met by Amin and his crew, they were contacted by Kunle and they were to take care of us Mike, and I while we stayed in London. The DSS and other agencies vowed to leave no stone unturned until they find the killers of their agent Marx and bring them to justice, but that promise was just as empty as many that came before them. I killed that motherfucker and they never caught me, what they did when they could not catch real perpetrators of a crime was to catch the next persons they could get and pin the crime on them. It was not even a surprise when the killers of agent Marx were paraded on national television. They would have been some street thugs or some innocent travelers or someone sitting in front of his house, or someone or people the agents or the agency had problems with. It also could have been political rivals and any