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Street Diaries Showdown at Bobby's Diner
I quickly signed to Sharon to alert Bobby of the imminent danger and tell him to make himself and others scarce, the sudden movement of people in the diner made it known to them that I had discovered their approach, although they were not hiding it anyway. I scurried to the door and tried bolstering it with some furniture, they immediately opened fire, shooting sporadically into the building, I grabbed my pistol and shot out through the door a couple of times and this made them scatter for cover, I got the few seconds I needed to get the door locked and reinforce it with some furniture, but I knew the door would not keep then out of the diner for long, Bobby's confusion was clearly shown on his face, but he knew what was going on, the appearance of the men outside and the weapons they held was enough to tell anyone we were under attack...well, I was under attack but if these men had it their way, no witnesses would be left alive to tell the story to the cops. Bobby grabbed a double ba
Last Updated : 2022-08-13Street Diaries A moment of Heaven before Hell.
I lost consciousness immediately after stabbing the last guy, we both collapsed into his pool of blood and I was off to the land of dreams. I saw my mom, the sight was so vivid it was almost real...she was so beautiful. It is funny how you tend to forget faces first when people die, even the faces of people you love and cherish the most. I didn't have any photos of my folks, but when I dreamt of her for the first time in like forever, I was filled with peace and happiness. That harmonious feeling that made me want to give it all up, life, my family, and even my newly found love. They all didn't matter at that brief, beautiful moment. If heaven existed, I was in it with my beautiful mother, and that is exactly where she belongs, in heaven.I suddenly heard the screeching sound of tires against asphalt, a voice asking if he was awake. He being me and the thick African accented voice was Bobby's. "He is starting to regain consciousness, I think," Sharon replied him. "Oh, thank God, he's
Last Updated : 2022-08-17Street Diaries Young Rich and Sad (Kunle's POV)
Honor amongst thieves is a fantasy that would get you killed so quickly in these streets. Trust is a weakness that you just can not afford with a lot of people. And forgiveness... Don't even get me started on that... It is so funny that the downtrodden people of the ghettos where I come from are so religious, we were all forcefed full of religion just to keep us tyrannized and wretched, so instead of standing up and doing things for ourselves that would elevate our status in the society, they told us that God had made us poor and he wouldn't like it if we try our very best to get out of the clutches of poverty. "Be thankful for the things you still have even when you have nothing but your wretched life," "no matter how poor you are, you are still better than some," "your life is not yours, it belongs to God," "money is the root of all evil," all these bullshit, it was so clear to me, even when I was so young: they were basically saying "don't you even think of elevating yourself," "Kn
Last Updated : 2022-10-14Street Diaries A Wise Man
A wise man once told me that the constant dissension generated by a lot of enemies must be avoided by eliminating all of your enemies. Because if left to fester, this might be what subtracts you from life. Chaka the Zulu also said, "Do not leave your enemy alive so that he might fly at your throat the next day." Society made us what we became, they made monsters out of us all or let out the monsters we had caged in us all along at the very least. I remember when I wanted to be a lawyer, a tongueless mute being a lawyer sounds funny, even to me. My dream of being anything other than what I became was crushed beneath society's jackboot before it even started. So, there I was once again, face to face with death.I was taken to an empty construction site at the very edge of town. A handful of Amir's men were brought there too, they had been beaten to the brink of death, I looked at them and could not even recognize them anymore, the faces I saw had been messed up and damaged so much that
Last Updated : 2022-11-15Street Diaries A Lizard in the Wall.
There is an adage that goes " a lizard would not have found its way into a wall if the wall had not already cracked open." This means that betrayals only come from close friends and relatives, it also means that the thing about friendship is that some friends are just enemies in disguise. I knew that Amon was betrayed, and it was easy for me to guess from whom the betrayal came, all of the guys were there except one, he was either very lucky or he was the one that gave the others up. I stared at the butcher's hand, brandishing the large, sharp cleaver, the blade had been stained with blood, but that didn't even dim the sparkle of the Steele against the light that came from several parked cars that they illuminated the place with. The other men started loading the dead bodies of Amin's crew members up and dumping them into some already dug holes which were later on filled with concrete. The butcher stood in front of me and stared piercingly at me, smirking like a lunatic... and in a f
Last Updated : 2022-11-20Street Diaries Sleeping Monsters (Akeem's POV)
Monsters... It is always funny to me when I hear people call other animals wild, this is because the wildest animal I have ever met is the human being... We like to believe that we have indeed evolved into something better, that we are higher animals of some sort, but this is just cheap pretence, for when pushed, our true nature emerges like smoke from a fire, then our destructive and wild nature stares us in the eye. The most vicious, and brutal being is the human, more than any lion or wolf. And this monstrosity sleeps in every single one of us, waiting to be unleashed, but maybe it rests in some more than others.Chuks was quiet throughout the drive to his rented apartment, even for a guy who couldn't talk, he did not communicate anything to me in sign language as he normally did. A whole lot of things must have been going through his mind, I concluded. We had just rescued the man from what seemed like a certain death after all. When we pulled over at the apartment, the lights wer
Last Updated : 2022-12-04Street Diaries Appreciation to the readers.
Hello, beautiful people. I just wanna take this moment to say a very loud "thank you" to you all, for those of you who read with your hard-earned money, I really love you guys and pray you to continue to bask in the grace of the Almighty. Thank you.I would love to hear from you guys in the comments and reviews, please. Let me know what you think and help me to get better. Thank you. I also want you to know that, as this story draws to a close, I already have more titles in the Street Diaries series in the work. Yeah, it's gonna be a series. Love you all.
Last Updated : 2022-12-06Street Diaries A Family on a New Year's Eve
Family...a group of people related by blood? That is some bullshit definition, if you ask someone like me. My family has always been stronger than a blood bond. Loyalty, honesty, respect and mutual love defined my family. Chuks was not related to any one of us by blood, but he was the best brother any of us could have wished for, I knew he would give up his own life for any of us without even thinking about it, not that he does a lot of thinking anyway, but he would take a bullet for any one of us, and I would do the same for him. But when you're in the business of crime, even the greatest of familial bonds gets tested.It was the end of a year, and another was about to start, this was something that meant nothing to us when we were growing up, it after all spelled the continuation of our suffering through another year, most of the time we had less than enough to eat on these days while others merry and celebrated the beginning of the new year. I remember one of such nights, father ca
Last Updated : 2023-01-31
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Street Diaries The Last O.G. A Shark's Tale.
Oh, how things can change in the blink of an eye. Big Shark had been living a quiet and uneventful life in prison, serving out his time for a murder he had committed twenty years ago. But now, as he sat in his cell, he was approached by a representative of an international criminal organization – a group so powerful that they could make things happen that others could only dream of.This organization had the means and the connections to get Shark out of prison, to give him a second chance at life on the outside. And they were offering him a deal – the kind of deal that he couldn't refuse.But Shark had been in the game long enough to know that nothing in life comes for free. There would be a price to pay for this newfound freedom, and he had a sinking feeling that it wouldn't be an easy one to bear.As he weighed his options, Shark couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in this situation. It all went back to the night of the murder – a crime of passion that had changed the course
Street Diaries Appreciations to the readers.
I appreciate you guys for reading this story, and as we come to the end of this chapter in the story, I am happy to inform you that we are going to make this into a series of books, with the second book already In the works. I'll inform you when I get it signed so that we can continue the stories of the Badur crime family, thank you once again. Please drop your comments and votes. Let me know what you like, and dislike, and let us work on it together. I would love to hear from you all, let's go! . 🙂
Street Diaries The Last Sitdown
After taking the rest of the crime bosses off the board, I decided it was time to use the help of our newfound allies, I offered Dele, the new DSS district director another career-changing opportunity when he finally helped me to get the information I needed, the identity of the men who had been gunning for me and mine. He finally gave me the files after a long look and I was surprised when I opened them, this helped when I made my plans, the final stage was the sit down with the man who led the assault against my family. I had to look him in the eyes, I just had to. So, three weeks after taking out the other bosses, I called him, he was a captain in the army, named Captain Abubakar Lawan. I asked him to meet at a restaurant downtown named Dodo and he agreed. As I sat at the table in the dimly lit restaurant, I could feel the tension in the air. I knew that Captain Abubakar Lawan would not come alone, and I was proven right as he arrived with a group of armed members of his unit. T
Street Diaries The Last Supper
I knew we would have to leave town for a while at least, but I wasn't going to leave without putting the house in order. I knew I was betrayed by some of the bosses, and I wasn't going to let the betrayal slide. It would have been a nail in my coffin. I had two problems, the first one was how to punish my betrayers and the second was how to make sure that others never even try to betray me again. What came next was a sort of cleansing, both spiritual and physical... the sort of shit I needed Chuks and Akeem for. Betrayal in this game comes with a heavy price - for those who cross the line, there's a one-way ticket to the Colosseum. Just ask any ancient Roman emperor how they dealt with disloyalty - heads roll and blood spills. Loyalty is rewarded, but betrayal? That's a one-way ticket to a brutal end. After the election, when the parties and the candidates argued and battled in courts about the results, and tried to prove all sorts of rigging and criminalities perpetrated during the
Street Diaries El Padrino
They say politics is a dirty game, but I say it's just like being a gangster. You have to be cunning, fearless, and willing to do whatever it takes to come out on top. The only difference is that in politics, the weapons are usually words and the battlegrounds are mostly hidden from the public's eyes.... Well that is just until the guns are drawn and bullets fly, in these parts, the difference is not that much, elections are always full of murders and blood. As I sit in my dimly lit office, surrounded by smoke and the whispers of power, I can't help but draw parallels between the two worlds I had just started to inhabit. In both, you have to be able to manipulate, lie, cheat, and murder your way to the top. It's all about who has the most leverage, who can cut the best deals, and who can eliminate the competition with finesse.My father used to say, "In politics, you either eat at the table or you're on the menu." And let me tell you, I've never forgotten those words. They ring true
Street Diaries More Money more Problem
The attacks against us were not only physical, but most of our businesses had stopped, Basheeru, the leader of the bikers, my loyal friend was betrayed and killed, and the other bosses were already in hiding. Most of them were also betrayed by men close to them and they barely escaped assassination. Everything was crumbling around me, but that was not the worst of it. A blogger started publishing stories about us... He used different names of course, but the details were so accurate that all it needed was for anybody to pay attention and they would know who the publications were about. One of these publications goes... The scorching sun hung high in the sky, sending waves of intense heat across the vast lands of West Africa. The dunes stretched endlessly, mirroring the desolation that was cloaked beneath the surface. This harsh environment had become the playground of drug cartels, where illicit trade thrived under the watchful eyes of corrupt officials and desperate souls seeking fo
Street Diaries Politics
After hiding out in Hells' Gaze and perfecting my plans, I decided to share it with the family. "We are going to leave town for a while," I declared. They all stared at me as if I was going crazy. "Where would we go," Kaz asked. "The question is, where can't we go?" I said. "I have already gotten all of our passports ready." "But the business, everything you have built, we can't just run... This can't be it. " Akeem stood up from his chair and I could see the sadness in his eyes. "Oh, the business is going to be fine. We are going to leave the running to people we trust," I smiled. "But we are at war, and we're getting beaten, let me get the men together... We can still take this fight to them.""Oh, we are going to win this fight, but we're not going to go win it in the streets, we need to bring in the big guns, " I began to explain my well-thought-out plans. "We are going to meet with Ahmar Thubr and the DSS district officer tomorrow when they come here for their campaign, a
Street Diaries A Walk down Memorys' Lane
Sulaiman had become an enigmatic figure in the neighborhood, revered as a modern-day godfather, he commanded his men with an air of authority, as we ventured into the heart of Hell's Gaze, our infamous home. The warlords' gang, had become a tightly-knit brotherhood bound by loyalty, trailing behind him, a cacophony of voices raised in infectious chants and haunting melodies. As the people spilled onto the streets, their faces alive with fervor, it became apparent that this was more than a mere escape, it was indeed a homecoming.It was on the morrow of this triumphant return that I felt a yearning to inspect the underbelly of the neighborhood that had birthed and nurtured us and our empire. Eesha, my tempestuous flame, was by my side, her eyes aflame with a thirst for adventure. She was no stranger to the ghettos so, everything we saw didn't surprise her much. Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us.Hell's Gaze, a nam
Street Diaries The Hunter and the Hunted
I did the things I did, and do not regret doing them. I am guilty of a lot of bad things, I am a very bad man, but I am what I am as a response to my environment. I did all the things I did to survive and push my family to a better life. Now imagine what I did when that family was threatened, I let all hell break loose, the monster free, and the chaos took over. The screeching sound of tires filled the air as the Jeep's engine roared to life, propelling us forward with an urgent intensity. Our hearts pounded with adrenaline-infused fury as we raced through the city streets, desperately trying to shake off the relentless pursuit of the DSS.The darkened alleyways and dimly lit streets became a blur as we weaved in and out of traffic, narrowly dodging oncoming cars and pedestrians. The eerie glow of the moon cast a haunting shadow over the chaos unfolding around us, adding a surreal touch to the frenzied atmosphere.Ahmad, my driver maneuvered the Jeep with a cool precision, his hands
