I had kept my key with her because I shared the room with a Camerounian man..
When I settled down, I called Agnes to tell her that I was back in the HEIM. She said she had left the HEIM too. She had traveled to Berlin to stay with her cousin since there was no business for ladies in the HEIM. She said she would return at the end of the month for her allowances.
I slept afterwards and When I woke up, I went to Johnson’s room to ask him what they did for money in the Camp.
There was no need to ask because as soon as he opened the door for me to enter, I saw a heap of Marijuana. He was putting them in small satchets of 1g (gram) each.
He explained that they pack them in 1g and sell them to the young Germans outside. He said each one of them cost 8 euros or 2 for 15Euros. He said I could sell 1 for 7.50 if the buyer had the change.
I sat down and joined him to pack the weeds inside the small satchets.
Since we were not measuring the marijuana to make sure it was actually more or less than 1g, he explained that I had to make sure that it was less instead of more.
We finished tying 100g of Marijuana and we got 110 satchets instead of 100 satchets.
It was fun as I learnt the ropes.
That afternoon, Johnson gave me 15 satchets and asked me to follow him. We went outside the HEIM and buried our goods on the ground along the road, then we started loitering along the roads like I had seen when I first came. There were other people too.
Most of the customers already had their phone numbers. They usualy called before coming. Whenever I saw a customer coming, I would rush to him or her only to be told that he or she had called Johnson or Jordan or Tony or one of the Fulani people from Guinea. They would laugh at me. They all even knew each other’s customers because when Jordan’s customer showed up without call, every other person would allow Jordan to sell.
These terrorists sold all their goods while my 15 pieces remained buried in the ground. I nearly weeped.
An hour into the business, most of them went upstairs inside the HEIM, I remained outside. I was determined to make a sale.
Two minutes after they left, a young girl, about 18 years strolled up to me and said
” has du grass”(do you have grass) ( they called it grass).
I didn’t understood German but what else could she be asking me?
I nodded and stretched my hand for money first.
*Attaboy, no dulling. Pay before service. The perfect businessman had arrived in Brandenburg. The Dangote of Marijuana*
She looked at me curiously. She had not seen my face before and didn’t know if I sold good grass or not.
*There were different types of grass sold there as at then.
SKUNK, WHITE WIDOW, THAI WEED, SUPER SKUNK etc *
” Wo ist Tony” (where is Tony) she asked.
*Why was this girl asking for Tony while I was there*
I looked back and saw Tony coming.
The girl had called him on the phone.
Tony gave her two satchets and went back upstairs.
*What kind of wickedness was that, I thought. How could he come down to grab 15Euros that nearly entered my hand?*
That was it, I had had enough.
I digged up my Goods and went upstairs. They were all in the kitchen when I came up. They asked how much I sold and when they found out I had sold nothing, they joked and laughed at me.
In the evening of the same day, I followed them down again. Although I was discouraged to follow them but there was nothing else to do.
I buried my Goods again inside the same spot and went far ahead of them to look for customers.
Sure, they had to be new customers who didn’t have their numbers.
Luckily for me, I got one man. The problem was the language. Those skin heads didn’t understood ”give me money” in Any other language except German.
I stopped the man and asked for money in English, he didn’t bulge. I asked for it in Igbo, no way. Finally I stretched my hand. He understood that one and gave me A 50euro bill.
” sieben’ ich mochte sieben” he said while sticking out seven fingers.
I counted the fingers and there were seven of them.
There and then, I learnt that seven was sieben in German
*Worthy to note here was that I learnt German through such methods. I never studied German for a day. I just learnt it from the streets in the three and half years I spent in the streets of Germany*
The problem was that Johnson didn’t cover the Area of selling 7 satchets for 50euro. It was his goods and I didn’t have money to replace the balance.
I refused and sticked out six fingers. He asked for his money back.
*Money that had touched my palms, no way*.
I motioned him to follow me down to my shop (the ground where I buried the goods)
As I digged to get my goods, it was no longer there. Someone had taken it. Someone who knew where I hid it. One of my people had taken my goods.
I stood like a tree deciding whether to give the man his money back or run away with it.
Johnson had seen me, digging the ground while looking for the goods. He came down asked what happened, I told him.
He had taken it by himself.
He brought out the goods and handed them over to me.
After selling to the German man, I followed Johnson up for more lessons.
*I had hidden the goods in a less than six inches hole but when I was searching for it, I had dug over 15 inches.*
We sat down in his room as he began his lessons on Drug 101.
Lesson 1 : Never waste too much time with a customer. Seal the sale as fast as possible.
Lesson 2: Don’t ever let your goods out of sight unless a trusted person was watching over it or unless you were absolutely sure nobody saw where you kept it.
(These lessons shouldn’t be published online. Not for now, maybe in a book if I ever decide to write. A lot of teenagers follow this topic and it would be a dangerous thing to teach them the rules of a drug dealer.. Any interested party can contact me especially if you are already into the business. There is no guarantee that I will teach you anything. I have retired from the business. I am in Nigeria at the moment and I am looking for a wife. I want to have a family before going anywhere again. All these quest for money usualy gets at a stage where you understand that it is all vanity).
After the lecture, I took more goods downstairs and into the cold weather of Eastern Germany..
I downloaded google earth and googled up our heim.
FL – FEMALE HOUSE.
ML – MALE HS
ES – EUROSPAR MALL.
THE BLUE CIRCLE – THE ROAD WHERE WE HUSTLED