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Street 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
Street Diaries The Two Sides
We headed to Badur's after the dinner, a new year party was being thrown for the family, and I was being inducted into the White Lions Society, that night, and the Alhaj was coming to town. It would be the first time since he got stabbed. The society was meant for the wealthiest and most progressive men of Harmony city, dating back to the very first founders of the city, according to the members anyway. I personally saw them as a group of greedy, corrupt, conniving spineless fools who sought new ways and methods of bleeding the city dry. I agreed to join them of course, as a business strategy. The police chief, whom I already easily got into my pocket was a member, some important politicians and traditional rulers too, and some wealthy business men whom I would like to get into businesses with. So the White Lion Society was a very fertile field for me to plant some seeds into. I was already the king of the criminal underworld, but I wanted more... I wanted the whole of the fucking ci
Street Diaries Fly too High.(Akeem's POV)
Do you know the story of Icarus that flew too close to the sun and fell from the sky? Yeah, I could liken that story to that of Zuomin. It is good to be ambitious, and keep your head up, and your shoulders high. But, sometimes ambition and too much the hubris, and pride, leads to a catastrophic downfall, especially in these streets. And when you're down, it means you're dead. Zuomin was born into a poor family in China, just like us. He was brought to the united kingdom when he was young, and he was taken in by uncle Jack, a red pole in the triad. Jack brought him up and he gradually climbed through the ladder, betraying most of his close friends and associates, including Jack too. Jack was found dead in his mansion one day, and Zuomin was the closest thing he had to family and he was his right hand. Most of the people in his triad suspected foul play in Uncle Jack's death, but nothing was proven, and Jack had a lot of enemies, and Zuomin threw the suspicions off by going after every
Street Diaries Caged (Kaz's POV)
Freedom... There is nothing as important as a man's freedom to do as he likes, eat what he wants, think what he wants, and be wherever he wants to be whenever he wants to be there. Take away a man's freedom and he is at that moment less than human. I had heard plenty of stories from incarcerated men, and I tell you that no words can describe the horrors that men and women face and commit within the walls of prisons. My heart pounded so fast that I thought it was going to explode, I had never felt so vulnerable and lost in my life. In the streets, when you return from prison, it adds to your cred, but I tell you, there isn't a single thing, not even one that is glorious about it. I walked through the gates of Kiree Federal Prison, everything making my hair stand, from the looks on the warder's faces to the shouts and screaming of prisoners, most of them looking like they crawled out of a very bad dream. The handcuffs made me so uncomfortable, and the chains on my legs made it almost
Street Diaries Music Found Me with My Brother(Sholas' POV)
Life hits you quickly when you grow up in a family like mine, in a neighborhood like Hells' Gaze, and in a city like Harmony. We were a little on the young side when Dad and Mom died, so we grew up looking up to our brothers, Kaz and Kunle and I need not tell you the story of how they both turned out to become the most feared mobsters in Harmony city. The only adult member of our family who wasn't dead or rotting in jail when we were growing up was our uncle, Kasali and he was a notorious smuggler, he was not in any way better than our brothers... So, at a point in my life, when I started to believe that there was no other destiny out there for me when I started to believe that at a point in my life, I would have to join the family business of crime, I found music... Or I could say music found me. I would say I started writing down and putting a voice to the lyrics of songs in my head around the same time our father died. I was already going through a shitload of things with Mom's d
Street Diaries Homecoming (Kunles' POV)
A few months passed after London was delivered to the Investors, nine months to be precise. Businesses were still good, and there was peace in the streets, except for a few raids by the DSS. I had intended for Chuks to come back home with Akeem and Nameless, but he had something entirely different on his mind. He took a trip down to a place that had always weirdly fascinated him... Japan. When Akeem returned home without Chuks, I was furious, but the moment Akeem told me he went to Japan, I burst into laughter. His weird fascination with Japan and most especially Japanese blades were always fascinating to me. I guess he always saw himself as a samurai or ninja of a sort, like Yasuke the black samurai, if he ever existed. This even earned him the nickname Yasuke. I missed my brother, but he was in good hands in Japan, and I made sure of it. I had some of our Japanese associates make sure that he does not turn Tokyo into another London.Chuks was somewhere in Tokyo playing with swords a
Street Diaries All Hell Broke Loose(Kunles' POV)
Akeem was not there with the rest of us when Kaz came in, he was supposed to be clearing a shipment at the docks after picking up my son from school. He was already running late at about nine-thirty in the evening. When he returned later, the party was over and we were once again just by ourselves, the family as I had originally planned, but he was not alone. I took the opportunity of the gathering to introduce Eesha to the family. She joined us when the party was already dying down. Kaz stared at me mischievously as she walked up to us in our booth and sat beside me, she greeted everyone warmly and they all responded, with puzzling looks on their faces, they all gave me demanding stares, waiting for me to say something. Eesha too could not wait for me to make the introduction, she was starting to look uneasy, and all eyes were fixed on her. "So... Everybody..." I started to speak and I could hear Shade humming "Hun hun. ""This is Eesha, and she is... ""The girlfriend," Shade cut
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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
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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
