Semua Bab Street Diaries : Bab 31 - Bab 40

We lived in Victory Island but Hell's Gaze was still our home, it was the sit of power, and base of operations. In a few weeks the number of street soldiers we had tripled, everybody was representing and most of the residents knew who to go to when they had problems. I did what I learnt during my stay in Zarraton. Give a hopeless people a sense of hope and belonging, give them stability, and watch them follow you into the worst hell. Since stability and hope is all they ever asked for and never got. "The Badurs will help" became the hymn of the day.The house became a kind of neighborhood court, people would show up to ask for favors, or report an injustice done to them. The type of injustice that would have gone unnoticed in the past. I remember the case of Mrs. Bassy, the old woman came to the house crying with a little girl that couldn't have be more than twelve years old behind her. When they let her into the house, she went down on her two knees, tears streaming down her

There is a saying that goes "When you're surrounded by vultures, try your best not to die." I woke up in the hospital, and my hand was cuffed to the bed. The doctor stared at me from under his glasses as if he was looking at a monster. Of course, I was a monster, gunshot victims were always viewed as monsters, and it didn't matter if you got hit by a stray bullet or not, sometimes they would be neglected until they eventually die. In this case though, the doctor was probably right.  I felt trapped and alone, I knew I was in trouble, and this thought was further affirmed when agent Marx walked into the room. The doctor had left after checking me for a few moment, he must have gone to inform the agent. I looked around confusingly but I could not find Chuks, fear struck me as the scene of the shooting rewinded in my mind. "He was alive... He didn't get shot," I whispered. "Hello, Mr. Badur," Marx's voice interrupted my line of thought as he walked majestica

In these streets it's the animal kingdom, if you're not a predator then you're the prey. This is what societal deterioration reduces men too, simple animals trying to survive. If you're not eating smaller animals then you are food for bigger ones. Then you start to believe that being cruel is the only option, a kind of impression that whatever is not you are definitely out to get you, Just like crabs in a barrel. All the while, the real enemies watch and get fat on your suffering and further enslave the coming generations even before they are born.  Kaz wanted to get a haircut in the morning of the attempt on his brother's life, so he went down to Marley's Grove where his barber, Marquel stayed. Marley's Grove was Baraka's territory, and he should have been safe. He walked into the always busy shop, and he was immediately given a chair, the person in the chair simply stood up for him."Hello, Kaz, it's been a minute since we last saw you around here," Marquel gre

After being bailed out, Kaz's court day was approaching, and I was still recovering from my wounds. The war which seemed as if we were winning had gotten to a stalemate, and our guys were the ones under pressure. Baraka was missing, and I immediately concluded that he skipped town or he was hiding out somewhere. I gave an order concerning him, he should be found quickly but it was as if he had vanished off the face of the earth. Assault with a deadly weapon, illegal possession of firearms, murder. Those were just some of the charges leveled against Kaz, it was going to be a battle, a very short one. The lawyer was trying his best but in Harmony City, nobody ever win a court case legally, we just had to find a solution to the problem, the traditional type. The judiciary, just like every other arms of government was very corrupt, as a matter of fact, it was one of the most corrupt arms. Someone once said that the judiciary works for the highest bidders," this

Surviving the streets, surviving the criminal world... Breathe, and just keep on going until the very end. I know my story is not going to end with a light at the end of the fucking tunnel because there is none, I was born into the pain, and suffering, and the only thing I had control of was how to resist them. I am not going to pretend that things just happened to me, I made choices, and I stand by those choices I made, the only difference between me and those who would judge my choices is that I was not left with a lot of choices, so I had to choose between the few bad choices that would get me what I wanted in life.Numerous times in my life, I was at the brink of death, every single one of those times only reminded me of what I would not have done if I had died, so I came back and did those things. Ambition and a never ending thirst for power ruled my experience. Maybe this was because of where I came up from, or maybe it's just one of those innate things. Ka