The first law of power was the 6th law of a drug dealer. It says ” Never try to outshine your master”

That was what Nnamdi Ndifor had done.
I could have easily ignored his rantings about Education but going to Agnes to tell her that I was not Educated, just to get between her pants, was unpardonable. He must pay.

As a drug dealer, the 7th rule was never to stir up trouble. Problems had a way of coming on its terms, how we planned it.
Confronting Ndifor face to face would be bad for my reputation. Besides I had not told Agnes anything about dating.
She had told me that she separated with John BH. I didn’t care. Even if she separated with John BH, Victor was just 8 or 9 months old. I couldn’t date or even fvckk someone with a baby like that.
I just played the father role to Victor and left things that way.

But Ndifor going to Agnes to bad mouth me because of Esut, it was out of line. He was going to pay for the insolence although he was older than me.

Two months had passed since he came out of camp, but he had not started anything. Jordan had eventually thought him how to tie the drugs and how much there were sold. The problem was the supply.
Jordan had tried to supply him from the ones he got from me. I had noticed when Jordan, who had been requiring 50grams at a time from me, started demanding for 100grams.

I cut the Supply to Jordan as a punishment. He was angry with me. He traveled to Hamburg to buy 150grams.
He paid for transport which was over 60 Euros, then he took the risk. He gave Ndifor 50grams out of the 150.

For two day, I refused to supply weeds to the city. The 150 He got from hamburg finished in two days.

The HEIM was in need of weeds again. Then I released goods in the HEIM but not to Jordan and his ally Ndifor.

After three days, Jordan made a wise decision. He came to beg. He was no longer interested in carrying Ndifor’s cross. He reminded me how we were closer before the Ndifor case.
I placed him back on 50grams a week. I knew it wasn’t enough for him but it was far better than going to Hamburg.

Agnes had somehow noticed that there was trouble. I no longer cared much about Victor. I stopped opening my doors for them even when I was inside.

She caught me while closing my door one evening, I allowed her to enter.

She had come to ask what she did wrong. Apparently she did nothing wrong but she was caught up in a jealous game and in the game of war, you cannot supply food or weapons to your enemy
( For all the Biafran brothers who are still holding grudges for what Awolowo did to the Igbos during the civil war, please understand that starvation is a method to win a war. Lets move on or judge people by what they do now)

Agnes cried in my room that day. I only took one look on Victor and forgave her; even though she did nothing.

Jordan and Agnes had returned, it meant that I was reclaiming my kingdom.

*It remained Ndifor, the educated German Engineer who had seen every other person in the HEIM as inferior because he wasted a few years in a system that hardly produced food for its people. Germany was paying him 40,000 Naira a month for doing nothing while in the city that hosted Esut, people earned 5000 Naira a month then*

We would meet on the road or stairway and just passed each other without much talk. I was the boss and I followed the hierarchy ladder, not academic route. Johnson, Tony, Jordan etc had stopped school after elementary six. I still respected the rule.

At a stage, Ndifor left HEIM to hustle elsewhere. I didn’t know where it was but he returned after two weeks. He clearly stayed miles away from Agnes. I didn’t know what he heard but somehow, he ran away from Agnes and Victor.

Victor in the other hand had started walking. I would take him to the city alone while Agnes rested. I would buy him toys and foods etc. He started calling me daddy. He became my son and as a result, I took care of them.
Agnes started saving money for her mom. She said she wanted to send some money to her mom and the younger sister Winnie who both lived in Kampala Uganda. She said her mom required 300 euros to start a mini poultry back home.
I sent the money to her mother in Uganda. The woman wanted to thank me on the phone but I refused to talk with anybody. I lied to Agnes that I didn’t want my voice to travel to any other Country in Africa except Cameroun. I told her that I had stopped calling my Country Nigeria.
I didn’t want to get too involved with them. It can only mean sending more money to them and not the other way round. I eventually got involved with Her sister Winnie but that was just on the phone. She once said on the phone that she wanted to come tp Europe too. I added her phone number on the reject list of my phone and she stopped calling me.

The day I waited for arrived one afternoon. Nnamdi Michael Ndifor knocked on my door.
I opened up asked what it was. He knelt down instantly and begged me not to continue the punishment. He said he was wrong. He begged for what he said to Agnes, he begged for his bad ego and he begged for looking down on me. I gave him a further one week suspension before I opened my wings for him.
A month after I opened my empire to him, he bought a mercedes E220. ( he still drives the car in Nigeria. We ran into each other at Mgbuka Obosi Onitsha two months ago. We will come to that some day)

Sometime in 2004, Agnes had totally cut off John or the other way round. John had visited our HEIM to see his son sometime in early 2004. I hosted his visit. I took him around town and bought him drinks and food. Then I saw him off together with Agnes before he got into the train and went back to whatever German hole he lived.

But after that visit, he had stopped coming and Agnes never said anything about him again. I once asked but she ignored the question but when I persisted, she cried and I never asked again… It was me she wanted and she succeeded. Yes, she finally captured the kingpin and her life changed..

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