DOUBLE LIFE - Episode 1

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - a million dollars, Australia, Owerri, Port Harcourt, nightlife in Sydney, down the street to his Porsche car, village.


Lightgow Corrections Center, New South Wales, Australia
I am a prisoner, so I live in isolation in a land so far away from home. Each morning, I wake up telling myself that the end is here – I will be let out of prison today and sent back to Nigeria. That lie which I tell myself every day is the single factor that has kept me sane…it has kept me from hanging myself to end this life of misery. I am allowed a short time each day for exercise, reading and browsing the internet. What I do on the internet is heavily controlled and strictly monitored. I used to write back in the day, so when I stumbled upon this website, I decided to tell my story to those out there.

I am sure you are wondering how I ended up in jail. I ask myself the same question every now and again. I am from a decent family, I guess. My older brothers worked hard to raise us the younger ones. My brother who lives in the USA spent heavily to send me to Australia and I was supposed to study when I got here. Well, I had other plans. No sooner had I arrived here than I began to look for means to make easy money - a lot of it. I ran into a guy from Colombia by the name, Alvarez. I wish I never met him. When I look through the tiny window of my cell, I can’t help but think of my village. I think of when I used to fetch water from the stream for my grandmother and how she’d reward me with a chunk of dry fish.

My mind wonders to the games we used to play back then in the village and how I captained my secondary school football team. I wish I could bring back those days, so I could take a different path in life; one that would not cross paths with Alvarez. When I read stories on this website, it takes me home. Somehow, I am able to place myself back home, rerouting my life all over again in my mind’s eye.

“I can make you rich very quickly,” Alvarez told me. We were seated in a bar in downtown Sydney. I love that city. Music was blaring loudly and some girls were dancing on the floor. “You see girls,” Alvarez pointed out to me. “When you have money, they flock to you like birds,” he concluded. I had seen him at the bar several times in the past. He’d buy drinks for anyone who cared to drink and girls flocked to him like birds indeed. “So, how can I get to have what you have?” I asked him. “Here is my card. Call me tomorrow afternoon and we can talk,” he said. I was elated. I am going to be rich, I thought to myself. I got little sleep that night. The next afternoon, I called Alvarez. This time, he took me to another exclusive bar in town. He had rented a booth just for the two of us. “You see; I don’t tell what I am about to tell you to everyone. I think you are a smart guy that is why I am going to tell you this. You see, poverty is a terrible thing. I used to watch my parents suffer until they both died suffering because we had no money to treat them. I was a little boy, but after that, I promised myself that I would do whatever it took not to be like them.  I was going to do whatever it took to make a lot of money and help my brothers and sister.” Come on, say it, I thought wondering when he was going to spill the beans. “Let’s take a walk,” he said abruptly.

We walked along Sydney harbor, savoring the scenic beauty. “Can you handle some private business?” he asked. “Sure!” I answered eager to lay my hands on millions. “You see; I have some friends in Latin America. They bring some items into the country. I control the movement of the items. I could pass some of it to you as distributor. You just have to find your own foot soldiers to distribute the pack you will get to the final consumer and you remit my money to me while keeping your profit.” I knew what he was talking about. I was eager to make fast money, but I was not sure I wanted to sell drugs. I could feel a quiver in my chest as my heart began to beat faster.

Alvarez sensed the tension in me. “You could make a million dollars in some months if you are willing to distribute a large pack,” he pointed out. A million dollars? I thought. “Come, let me show you,” he told me. We walked down the street to his Porsche car. We cruised in that engine to his house, which perched on a scenic hill on the outskirts of town. It was a real mansion. My jaw literally dropped in awe of the house. He had maids that catered to him. Girls walked around the mansion almost nude. “You want a girl?” He asked me. “Yes,” I said. “You can have any of them. There are fifteen girls here and you can do anything you want with any of them,” he told me nonchalantly. I was swept off my feet. I had been eyeing a blonde girl whose figure caught my eyes the moment we entered the compound. Just like that, I was in bed with her for the night and Alvarez instructed her to go home with me the next day. I did not have the time to think anything through. The thought of having Lisa to myself blew my mind away.

A few weeks later, I was receiving piles and piles of cocaine from one of Alvarez’s men. He helped me get a warehouse in a secluded neighborhood in town. We operated smoothly. Before I knew it, I was making millions. I literally rolled in money. Alvarez and I became very close. I worked hard to make a lot of money for him and myself. Soon, I had several foot soldiers who worked for me. The nightlife in Sydney was massive, demanding more drugs to fuel people’s insatiable appetite. Soon, I was dealing in heroine too. That brought in even more money.

While I made money, time ticked away. Before I knew it, my student visa was on the brink of expiration. “Come on men, you cannot let them send you home. You have to take care of that right away,” Alvarez told me when I mentioned to him that my visa was running out. There was no way they’d renew my student visa because I had not followed that university program for which the visa was originally issued. I quickly took the easy way out. I got Lisa whom I had been seeing after the first time pregnant. She loved money, so she was willing to do anything to stay with me. We quickly married, thereby, guaranteeing my stay in the country. She bore me a bouncing baby boy. Soon, we had a second child; a girl. Life was good.

Then, I returned to Nigeria and bought several properties. I bought two in Enugu, three in Owerri, one in Onitsha, one in Aba and another one in Port Harcourt. My father quickly showed me a piece of land to erect a house. I was going to build a mansion; something that would eclipse my older brother’s massive house in our compound. I lived like a king. One evening in Owerri, I ran into Ogechi, my ex-girlfriend back in the day. She was smashingly beautiful. We began to see each other again. When you have a lot of money, it feels as though you could do anything and get away with it. I wanted it all. With my money, I didn’t even ask Ogechi to marry me. She was scheming for it even though she knew I had a family in Australia. Sometimes, I’d be with her and Lisa would call.

“Who is she?” Lisa asked once, referring to Ogechi who was in the background during one of our numerous Skype calls. “That is my younger sister, Oge,” I lied. “Pleased to meet you,” Ogechi said. “Pleased to meet you too,” Lisa replied. She quickly calmed down. As soon as the call was over, Ogechi and I were in bed going at each other passionately. I married Ogechi before leaving home to return to Australia. I left her with a lot of money. And…she was pregnant by the time I was gone. I put her up in one of my houses in Owerri. I returned to Nigeria every few months. Lisa lobbied to come with me several times, but I always found one lie or the other to dissuade her from coming with me. Ogechi delivered a bouncing baby boy and my mansion in the village was taking shape. My father walked around town, bragging about me. My siblings, even the older ones quickly became subservient to me. I had become a king indeed.    STORY CONTINUES...

The above story was narrated by Uchenna Ogu (actual name withheld) and was edited by editorial team.

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