I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while, I started to lose count of numbers and names although their faces never really escaped my memory. I decided to start writing down names in a diary, yes it was stupid but the other thing I would have done was tattoo the names on my body as Chuks did. I'm sure you agree that the latter was better.

It's a very thin line between life and death. Death...the only thing that really unites us all, the only thing that every single one of us is eventually going to have in common. And It doesn't matter if you're the richest or the poorest, death is going to come for you one day. My grandmother used to say, "Everyone's time of death has already been predestined and signed by God, and nothing can change it." And as young as I was back then, I wondered what if I decided to kill a man, would I be doing what God had already predestined or would I be trying to change the man's time of death? My grandmother's answer to the question would always be, "Even if you plan a man's death if you succeed it would be because it was his time." So, as I planned the senator's death, it gave me a kind of weird comfort that if I succeeded, it would be because God himself wanted the man dead, but I was never going to fail.Madame Rahma's lawyer wasted no time in switching sides. He helped

The news of the senator hit the media, it was everywhere. The television, the radio, newspapers, and it was blowing up on the fucking internet. What blew up more than the news of his death was the fact that he was shot while having sex with a nineteen-year-old. The poor girl was unfortunate to be the old man's girlfriend that night, the moment we decided to get the senator at her house was also when I decided that I would have to kill her, but when I heard how young she was, I felt bad for her in a way. "Senator Abu Sani shot dead by unknown gunmen." Unknown gunmen, a term used by both the police and the media when they have absolutely no clue about a crime that involves people getting shot. I knew a lot of people back in the day that got shot, and when you use the term, "shot by unknown gunmen," it meant the case was not going to get solved or taken seriously. But Abu Sani was a politician, of course, they were going to try harder to make the unknown gunmen known this time.

Samson getting shot got to me and I made a scene at the party. I was just getting used to losing people but Kaz managed to turn it all around. Nothing like a swear of vengeance on those who killed Samson and a pour of liquor on the ground to get everyone back to the partying mood.  Soon Baraka and some of his bikers joined us at the hotel and the party got started, Chris Achebe also sent a representative, he could not come in person. The other two members of the new council also came too. James Akin of the Akin family, and the dreaded Maleek Kose. I had to fake smiles and make happy faces just to keep up appearances. When you deal with people who would turn against you the moment you show the slightest sign of not knowing what you were doing, it is best to not give them a reason. All of them were not there because of any respect they had for me, they simply were present because of what they stood to gain and most especially the fear of the Alhaj who put me in charg

A hundred million dollars, converted to local currency, it was four hundred and eleven million, five hundred thousand. The first thing I did was to buy us a house in victory island, yeah, a house, a real home with a large compound, a large dining room for our big family and pool at the back, things we thought only possible in our dreams, things we and others like us were denied. Funny how they always say crime don't pay, but the ones who say this all the time are the real criminals, they are in the business of stealing destinies and murdering dreams, taking what belongs to many for themselves alone, and discouraging others to take the same steps. That is a real gangster move, if you ask me.Gangsters, hooligans, hoodlums, varmints, knave, rogues, miscreants, criminals. Those are the name they call us, but when you push even the most peaceful of men to the wall, when you allow a man's survival instinct to kick in, then you have a beast to deal with. And that is all we do, we s