Hameed's P.O.V
I've called a Zahrah a number of times but to no answer,my messages too not read. I got frustrated. This was someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and I'm about to lose her,in broad daylight and I can't do anything about it.
I run to a friend of mine, popularly called "Don kush", the name alone should tell you something about him,he is a major drug dealer and owns one of the most cruising night club in wuse. He was my senior in highschool. The first time we met,he bullied me. I was a Jss3 student and he was in Ss1. He had the body and the strength too,all I could do was sob in pain as he handed me over all his clothes to wash. Once he graduated, we didn't meet again till I attended a friend's birthday party and he introduced himself as the CEO of the hotel. He recognized me just like I recognized him. " I'll give you more clothes to wash" he joked. We exchanged contacts but I've never called him. I mean,what was I supposed to do with the number of a club owner? Most importantly, a drug dealer. I really believe the club is just a there to distract the police. If you know Ghost from the movie power,you'll understand what I mean. Well,it seemed this was a chance to call him. He answered my call at the first dial,
"Hello,Don kush!" I said to confirm it was him
"Yh man,that's the name,who goes there?"
"Abdulhameed,from highschool" I replied
"You mean my laundry machine?" Again he joked laughing hysterically. It didn't sound funny for me anyway but I carried on.
"I need your help, can we meet?"
"How much do you need?" He asked
"Not money actually! I just want something to elevate my mood"
"That's my boy,come over to my place then"
"Alright I'll call you when I'm there"
I ordered an Uber so nobody would notice or recognize my car. Few minutes drive and we were sharing a table with Don Kush! I felt very intimidated by his bouncers. Wow,this is way dangerous than I thought I said once he opened a briefcase and pushed it towards me,open it's lid letting me see it's content.
"Wanne kake so dan uwa?(which one do you want brother?)" He asked
"I really don't know,this is my first time,and I don't want anything with smoke" I replied
"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! Kutumelesi!(a Hausa exclamatory word)" he laughed out loud then continued "don't start,this is not for people like you actually, forget the fact that I'm in the drug dealing gang,this drugs do more harm than you think, allow us that are into it to continue. I'll rather recommend you a nicotine patch, but those pharmacies out there won't ever give it to you, even with my fake prescription, one bi**ch refused to dispense it for me,I was so furious, I almost blew off her head if not that she's beautiful, nah,we don't waste beautiful faces"
After hearing all that,I was really in doubt as to whether this was still the Don Kush I knew from highschool. He used to be a bully but he's now a flown blown monster. But I was still interested in the patch. He sent his guys to bring 3 patches for me,he didn't take my money. "When you start taking Coke(cocaine), I'll start collecting your money" he said
Feeling tired already, I alighted from the uber once again. I went to my room and had a quick shower. Switched to my Jordan sweatpants. I didn't wear any shirts. I just fixed one at the back of my neck and lied down at the edge of my bed facedown. After some moments,I could feel calm as I guessed it was 'working'. I felt so relaxed, It was like I was suspended in between "sleep" and "slumber". I could here the music booming from my "home theatre"set. I could sense some movements around my room,but I was too relaxed to do anything about it. Whoever comes into this room may not know what's going on so I felt relaxed. After 2hrs,I think I needed something stronger. So I called Don Kush again.
I didn't want to go there this time.
" just send me a guy with the stuff,let's meet under the bridge " I suggested
"Okay, right away,don't give him any money, just transfer" Kush said
10 minutes drive and I was under the bridge. A black range rover approached me slowly. The backseat glass wined down and a hand reached out to me with a small packet. The car didn't stop. It zoomed off immediately I laid my hands on the pack,I didn't even know its content. I inserted the pack inside my Calvin Klein jeans and adjusted my face cap. Then I saw a police car heading my direction. It was the Peugeot donated by Aliko Dangote Foundation to the Nigeria police Force. Damn! Kashi na ya bushe! (I am in trouble). I quickly threw the pack away to the floor of my car and tried to stay calm. The police came,2 officers alighted from the car.
"Young man, what are you doing here?" The first one shouted!
"Sir my car broke down, I can't tell what's wrong,I've called a mechanic"
"I see,can I see your drivers' license?"
"Sure officer" I handed him my license which was already in my wallet.
"Good! So,how about the black jeep that came to you?" the 2nd officer asked. His English wasn't fluent and seemed intimidated by my English
"Sir,it was just a random individual that wanted to help but I told him I've called a mechanic" I replied trying to look as convincing as possible
"ISP lukman, your attention is needed at the area command,I repeat, your attention is needed at the area command, over!!" a walkie talkie of the police man buzzed. I never knew their radio was functional.
"Ohhhh,these people no go allow person do hin job in peace" he lamented,then continued in the usual tone of the Nigerian police that we know "anything for the boys?"
I wish I could ask him which boys he was talking about. But I just wanted to get rid of them so I handed him 2 new notes of a thousand naira.
"Ahh! Oga,thank you very much o" with that,they left. I sighed of relief.
I've had the worst experience of my life. The encounter with the place made me feel I shouldn't indulge in such a life of drugs. N2000 wouldn't have been enough to free me if they found out about my package. I mag end up to many years in prison. I don't want that. I quickly reached for the package and threw it through the window on my way home...
Author's note: There are a lot of depressed people who abuse substances. If only we could show them care,things would've been different! Never resort to the use of drugs, it doesn't kill depression, it kills youu! I hope you guys enjoyed the introduction of my new character, Don Kush😂 be ready to see more of him..Now that Hameed is in regret of the way he handled the situation, what's he going to do differently? Let's find out on chapter 18
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Abdulhameed:(Complete)
General Fiction#1 in Abuja🎖12th April, 2020. Maybe love came to you back in primary or highschool,but you were too young, little or innocent to find out. Maybe you've met your future spouse 10 years ago,but you never knew. But time, And only time Shall tell....
