Street Diaries

Street Diaries

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When their mother lost her life to cancer, Kazeem, and his siblings are left with no one to care for them in a city filled with criminals and corruption

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Chapitre 1

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 perpetual state of prosperity, and the poor, us, in an eternal state of despair. Criminality was no longer a choice, but a means of survival. A grim baptism of fire for those desperate to escape the shackles of poverty.

Hell's Gaze district, an apt name for the ghetto we called home. The district was infamous for its high crime rate, the only place a poor soul could afford to breathe. The neighborhood was controlled by gangsters, their reach extending far and wide, their power cemented by the corrupt politicians who used them as their muscle. The gang bosses, in return, enjoyed the protection of the city's high officials, even the governor, enabling them to operate with impunity.

The police force, a corrupt institution that had long abandoned its duty to serve and protect, was a mere puppet in the hands of the powerful. The citizens of Hell's Gaze, living under the constant threat of poverty and crime, found solace not in the uniformed guardians of justice, but in the ruthless lords of the underworld.

My mother fell ill when I was seven, Kazeem, my older brother, was ten, and my younger siblings, Shola and Shade, were just toddlers. Our father had been imprisoned three years prior, his voice of dissent against the oppressive working conditions in his construction company silenced behind bars.

Breast cancer had claimed my mother, a sentence more lethal than any judge could pronounce. We were already walking a tightrope, balancing the demands of an empty stomach and a roof over our heads. How could we afford cancer treatment? The disease forced her to abandon her work, and we were left under the care of our uncle Kasali, a notorious smuggler. We watched, helpless, as our mother's life slowly drained out of her, her pain a constant reminder of our helplessness.

Kazeem, after the passing of our mother, spiraled into a world of crime. He joined the Warlords, a street gang that our father once belonged to, now led by the infamous Billy "The Devil" Ajebukola. A man who had everything - money, fame, power, influence, and protection. Kazeem dropped out of school and embraced this life of crime with open arms. He fed us, clothed us, and we, in our desperation, did not care where it all came from. A year after my mother's death we went to check on my father in prison. He had gotten his sentence reduced for good behavior and he was supposed to be coming home in a couple of months, that was the only good news we had heard in a long while, so Kazem took us out to a diner that night before we visited him, something we rarely did back then, it was a luxury reserved for the rich. we all even had our best clothes in order not to look too ghetto or dirty at the diner.

We visited dad the next day, and boy he was very happy, we all were.

"Everything is going to be better once I get out of here kid, " He said smiling from ear to ear like he usually did.

Unfortunately, he didn't get out of prison, at least not alive. He died the following month and never got to make everything better as he promised. He was just found stabbed in his cell and that was the end of it.

This further twisted Kazeem up. Six years passed and Kazeem had already become an enforcer for the warlords. He got the nickname "the butcher" and became even colder than before. As bad as uncle Kasali was, even he tried to get him to leave the gang but he failed.

"The only way out of the gang is in a box or boxes, uncle, and you know it, " he would argue.

"Not if you leave town, " Kasali explained.

"So that they can come for my siblings?" Kazeem screeched.

"Billy wouldn't do that. He was a friend of your dad's when they were young, " Kasali responded.

"If you think he wouldn't come after everybody I know including you and your family, then you don't really know what you're talking about, " kazeem screamed.

This got Kasali quiet and he held Kazeem by his shoulder and said:

"Just be careful out there, kid. Your siblings only have you now."

"Man you be careful too, you're a criminal too, " kazeem chuckled.

I was already in high school and I was doing good, life was better and Kazeem was taking care of us. He moved us out of Hell's gaze, to Taiwo's avenue, a street named after one of the first rich families to settle there. I got into one of the better high schools in the neighborhood. I met another kid who was also from the ghetto and we became friends. He was from Kings lane, which was just another poor neighborhood.

He was only there on scholarship, his name was Mike and he had a single parent, his overprotective mother.

Another election was about to be held and as part of their campaigns, the politicians would start school programs. One of these programs was a quiz competition among several schools.

I had won the competition for my school, two consecutive years before then, and when it was announced on the television and all the schools involved started preparations, Mike overheard some of the boys in Hell's gaze who belonged to the 666 Street mob when they were threatening to "deal with the Kid that's always winning the competition if he tried to win again."

"I know they were talking about you, Kunle what are you going to do?" Mike whispered.

"Well... they're just bluffing. They can't do anything, Mikey, " Kunle replied and chuckled.

"Bro, these kids don't joke around. They're crazy, " Mike asserted.

"We'll be okay, bro. Don't be so worried about it, "

Kings lane, just like Hell's gaze was another crime-filled neighborhood. It was run by the 666 Street mob, so Mikey knew a lot of their young members. He was an only child and he was raised by his mother, after his father, who was a taxi driver got shot by a police officer when he refused to bribe the officer. All his mother wanted was to make him better than she and his father were. Mike was a skinny boy, he was even skinnier than I was back then, and we went everywhere together. God, we had big big dreams back then, we dreamed about traveling the world and seeing places we only saw on our neighbors' televisions. A lot of these dreams came true of course, but not the way we had planned.

On my way back home the same day I noticed being followed by some boys. Their leader was a guy called "one-eyed" Sunday. He was a big kid with one bad eye, he got one of his eyes broken when his gang attacked other boys in a rival gang in our school. Rival gangs clashed all the time back then, and the violence had extended to secondary schools too. Most of the kids in school during those days belonged to one gang or another, and whenever these gangs clashed in the streets, it automatically would spread into the schools just as school fights always got taken to the streets too. I remember one of such incidents, when the 666 gangs and another gang clashed on some dumb shit, and that afternoon as we sat in class and we were being taught by a teacher called Mr. Gadaffi, "Mr. Gadaffi" as he was popularly called was one of the very strict teachers, he was a tall bearded man with a stern, look and a no-nonsense attitude to back it up. We heard shouting and we all rushed out to see what was going on, I already was expecting a fight to break out that day because Kaz had informed me of a beef between the 666 and the other gang earlier in the morning that day, he had tried to keep me from going to school that day, but I had refused to stay back home because I did not want to miss Mr. Gaddam's class. The man was feared and disliked by most of the students in school back then, but I was one of the few ones who loved his seriousness and I loved the fact that he knew his shit, he taught us sciences and I would wish for his class to never end. Mr. Gadaffi was the first to discover what had happened, he ran into the class where the shouting emerged from and he immediately ran back, shouting and warning us to run, I can't forget the look he had on his face, the stern look had disappeared and was replaced with pure terror and disgust. We all scattered in different directions as we found our way out of the school. Later that night I heard on the news that a gang clash in the school had resulted in the butchering of two male students in a class. That was what Mr. Gaddamn had seen, the boys were macheted into pieces. After that day, Mr. Gadaffi never returned to school, maybe he skipped town or something, but nobody could tell, he just vanished. But rumors had it that he had seen the boys who did the killing, and they found him later that night.

So, when I saw Sunday and his gang, I knew I should have taken Mike's warning seriously, I had seen Sunday in action before when he chased another boy around with a dagger, trying to stab him. I tried to walk on quickly, then I started to run but it was too late, they attacked me in an alley, and when Sunday held me by my shirt all I could do was stare into his bad eye. He whispered into my ears and the stink of his breath made me nauseous:

"Na you dey form brainy boy, yes?"

I wanted to say something but my mouth felt so dry and the words wouldn't come out. I suddenly felt a blow to my stomach. It felt like I was getting the air squeezed out of me and I landed on the ground. Like this was a signal for the other boys, they all started kicking me. I felt crushed under their might, and they weren't going to stop anytime soon, then I used all the strength I had left to scream:

"Do you know who my brother is, you bastards?" I roared.

Sunday stopped the other boys and paid attention to me where I was on the ground, bleeding, and still holding my hurting stomach.

"Who the fuck be your brother and why should I care?" He asked in his thick voice and the other boys giggled.

I stood up from the ground, and with suddenly found confidence, I said:

"My brother is Kazeem the butcher, he runs with the warlords and, I guess knows what happens when I tell him what you did to me. He's going to kill all of you and your fucking families, you dumb cunts!"

One of the boys rushed at me but was suddenly stopped by a blow to the face from Sunday. That was a signal to them not to touch me. He then walked up to another boy and asked him:

"Why didn't you tell me who his brother is, you fool? Do you want to die?"

He then waved his hand and like zombies, they all dispersed.

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Bjay_love
Very well written! What a great read!!
2022-08-16 10:58:17
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Mr_Flash XO
THIS WN WAS FANTASTIC.. LOOKING FOR MORE FROM THE AUTHOR
2021-11-23 20:30:04
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Abdulateef Aishat
Beautiful story about family, loyalty, and hard life choices. This author is a genius.
2021-11-13 19:53:39
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PrincessAmethyst
Great work. The story really is descriptive and explains the situations well especially on Kazeem's side.
2021-09-21 06:40:05
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Success write
This story is a wow can't wait for more
2021-08-18 02:18:14
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R_R(RHAPNEL_SAYAS)
It's pretty good the world background is perfect, but it still needs improvement I will rate it 5 stars because it has a good story line
2021-08-15 22:36:20
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R_R(RHAPNEL_SAYAS)
It's pretty good the world background is perfect, but it still needs improvement I will rate it 5 stars because it has a good story line
2021-08-15 22:36:18
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Heartcode
Five stars. This book, street diaries is a masterpiece. Am extremely pulled by the story of Kazeem after losing his mum. The author sure has a way of keeping readers in suspense. Kudos to you
2021-08-11 01:32:23
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Annette'sPen
A very nice book. Can't wait for more updates from this nice author ...️...️ Do intriguing ......
2021-08-10 06:35:38
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Foxyash
interesting book! I love the plot amazing work...
2021-08-07 08:57:36
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Sheenzafar
Absolutely in love with this book.
2021-08-06 16:02:05
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Rita Tetteh
A wonderful piece of writing you should definitely check out. 5 stars!!
2021-08-06 15:21:16
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nice work!......
2021-08-05 11:24:37
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Mary Ann Adams
Amazing plot .A book you should definitely check out
2021-08-03 23:32:32
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Omaisabella
Wow This is Superb. A fantastic read. Please continue. A well beautiful story.
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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
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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
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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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Guardian Angel.
"Why do you have Chuks following me around like a puppy and why does he have a samurai sword?" Kunle blurted."The business with the Seavile guys just got a bit serious and everyone is on edge right now. The seavile gang is under The Fakunle family and they're known to mess with people's families, fucking animals!" Kazeem replied.The gangs had a set of codes they follow and one of the most important out of these rules is that you don't touch families during disputes. The gang leaders enforced these rules among their members but some gangs, especially the Fakunle family that led the Seavile street gang didn't care about the rules."So you gave a samurai sword to our mute brother to protect me with?" Kunle protested."Well he has a gun too, he's really good with that sword and he volunteered to be your bodyguard.""I don't need a bodyguard, Kaz!""Oh but you do, you really need to grow up," Kazeem said, walking away from him to the door. He opened
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.Tax Collectors.
"Five guys got shot downtown, in front of Vibez last night," Mike whispered as he cleaned his shoes."Vibes? The night club?" Kunle asked."How many Vibez do you know, fool?" Mike replied, trying to lower his voice so that his mother wouldn't hear them in the other room."That's Seavile boys territory. I guess Kaz finally got the word to deal with them after all," Kunle mumbled. He gave Mike a stare."Bro you know I'm not gonna be yapping Kaz's business to anybody," Mike quickly reassured him."I know I can trust you, Mike but you know you got a big mouth," he smirked mischievously."Boy, shut your mouth up!" Mike started laughing."What are you boys laughing about?" Mike's mom was already in the room before they noticed. They both stopped talking."Nothing," they both chorused.She stared at them for a moment, shook her head, and walked back to the other room to continued her discussions with her friend."Man,
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Gangster Party.
Going after Tonny was the beginning of a good relationship between Chuks and me. Before then I thought he was always in the way. I mean how could I have understood a guy who couldn't speak, how could I have understood his mind, but after the party at Titi's house, I realized just how loyal and crazy Chuks was. I also realized that in this life, you need a crazy, loyal guy by your side.We went back home to prepare for the party after leaving Sonny's. It was already seven in the evening when we got home and it took another thirty minutes to get ready because Chuks was surprisingly so concerned about his looks.Kazeem came home when we were getting dressed just to get some stuff. He was absent-minded and distracted the whole time."Yo, I got your update on Sonny, he's going to stop being a problem now for his own sake I hope," Kazeem referred to Chuks who just nodded his head."I heard you helped out too, Kunle. That's good. It's about time you start contributi
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The Family.
The events of the party were all over the news but I was so surprised when they called it a terrorist attack on a crucial member of society. They covered up the facts, although we all knew what went down. It was a failed hit on the boss of the biggest gang in the city, but who dared say anything.  Chuks would stare at the television for a while and burst into laughter then watch again and laugh some more, pointing at the headline. Kazeem came out of his room with a serious look on his face. He was talking to someone on the phone. The Sarumky family didn't waste any time before responding to the attack on their boss. It was an all-out war, with bodies falling in the streets. The Fakunle's got hit pretty badly. Some days before then, Kamara and Kamal Fakunle got taken out in a drive-by. These were nephews to the family boss and everybody was prepared for them to retaliate.  When these big men go to war they bring out the big guns. Automatic weapons fl
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A Hard Man's Tears.
She didn't tell me she had a brother, and he wasn't at the party," I thought.Rahma's was the biggest hotel in Taiwo's drive There had always been stories and rumors about the owner and meeting her was a revelation that most of them were true."Hey, Kid," Sanusi's voice broke my line of thought."I didn't thank you and your crazy brother for saving my life, so thanks, I owe you one. Welcome to the family," he patted me on the shoulder as we got into the car. There were three cars, Bammy, Sanusi, Chuks, Kaz and I were in the same car, and the rest of the men were in two other cars. Kazeem seemed lost in his own thoughts, he said nothing to nobody, not even me.The cars pulled up in front of Rahma's and everybody got out. The hotel was massive, one of the biggest even back then. "Let's get you boys brought into the family properly! The old guys have all that voodoo, juju shit, but we got our own thing too," Bammy explained as we made our
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Lessons.
"Get your skinny ass off that bed and get dressed now, Kaz screamed as he pulled open the blinds," letting in the morning sun.I struggled to open my eyes and when I did, my sight was foggy, coupled with a sickening headache."I'm never taking alcohol ever again," I whispered."Lesson number one. Avoid all things that dull your mind and slows you down. Your life might depend on how sharp you are and how fast you can react to situations," Kazeem shouted."So that's why I never see Kaz drink, I thought to myself."Now get out of that bed, little brother! We have business to attend to."Chuks was already up and I wasn't surprised. He barely slept even then. I got up, rinsed my face, and got dressed hastily."What business are we attending to today?" I asked."First of all, we must make sure that Bammy gets home safely. I don't have to remind you that we are at war, and we might be hit at any time. You don't want to be the one that partied
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Armed and Dangerous.
They say you never really know until you do. Back in those days, we were born into the violence, and I was no stranger to people I knew ending up dead, but pulling the trigger? That was another thing entirely. Killing a man leaves a dent in your soul forever. I was never a religious person, never had the time for it. But yeah, I knew right then that if heaven and hell exist, it's gonna be hell for me. I also knew it was only the start, not the end, the kid in the street was the first, he wasn't going to be the last.Sanusi was pronounced dead at the hospital, and some weeks later we had to attend his funeral. He was a Muslim, and they had this whole ceremony that mostly involved Muslim clerics praying and getting paid for it. He was very popular, the most important person in his family actually.The service was full of praise-singing by the clerics. They would talk and sing of the good deeds done by Sanusi when he was alive, but they never really pointed out that the man
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