My Rich Nigerian Boo – Chapter 14

“When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.” Herman Would

In every group of boys, there will always be one that sells out. Men can be very weak when their dicks get in the middle of things. I could see the guy wanted to have me. “How are you planning to help me? I heard you and the other guys discussing what to do with me?” I whispered back. He went back to the door to check if there was no one coming. I could see he was scared of being caught. Criminals to not take selling out lightly. They will kill you on the spot if they suspect you are a sell out. Those who followed the story of Pablo Escobar know how he dealt with associates who sold him out. He ordered their killings or killed them personally. “Listen young girl, I have organised a car to drive you out of here. They will take you to some house in Umlazi. I will find you there in the morning and will organise your flight to Joburg,” he said.

I didn’t know whether to trust him or not. Trusting a criminal is like asking a rat to guard your cheese. I asked him what he wanted in return. He gave a sigh of impatience. “Young woman, I don’t have time to answer your endless questions. Either you trust me or you gonna fly to South America tomorrow. The ball is in your court,” he said impatiently. I told him I needed his help, therefore I had no choice but to trust him. He told me there were four people in the house and three of them were sleeping in different bedrooms. One of them was playing Fifa in the TV room. He advised me to use the back door and head to the street where a white Polo Vivo would be waiting for me.


I reminded him that I didn’t know my way around because I was blindfolded when the thugs brought me. “BIIIITCH, if you don’t shut your mouth and listen I’m gonna leave this room and you will never see me again. You need me more than I need you. Do as I say or f*ck off. The gate is half-open. Now get the hell up and go before those thugs wake up,” he charged. I didn’t waste time, I grabbed my shoes and headed to the back door. It was not locked, I silently opened it and ran for my life. As I was running I heard a dog barking. I increased my running speed. Before I could reach the gate I heard someone shouting “SHE IS ESCAPING.” Few metres from the entrance I saw the white Polo Vivo parked not far from the gate. I ran as fast as I could, especially after hearing thundering footsteps of people running after me.

Immediately when I got out of the gate, the Polo Vivo drove off. I felt shattered on the spot. I felt like I was facing satan himself at the gates of hell. I turned right and ran as fast as I could. I saw a tree and hid behind the stem. I think the thugs thought I jumped in the Vivo they went back to take their cars. Within 30 seconds I saw three cars speeding out of my prison towards the direction of the Vivo. I was a bit relieved but the fact that I didn’t know where I was concerned me. I didn’t have any means of communication. I didn’t have any money on me. I didn’t know anyone in the area. I didn’t know if the guy who rescued me was in one of the cars. Part of me told me to sneak back to the house to look for my phone.

I could see the gate from where I was hiding. I told myself that it would be risky for me to go back to the house because I didn’t know who was left there. I decided to head to the opposite direction. I didn’t know where the street was leading me to but it was better than following those criminals. As I was about to divorce my hiding place I saw the thugs’ cars heading back to the house, followed by the white Polo Vivo. I assumed they captured the guy who was there to help me. I was getting more and more concerned about my safety. As soon as the gate swallowed the cars I ran as fast as I could. Few minutes later I reached a Cul-De-Sac. I had no choice but to head back. The thought of passing next to that house made me feel like I just swallowed live termites.

Luckily, I passed the house without anyone noticing. I ran as fast as I could until I reached a T-Junction. I didn’t know which street led to the exit, but I chose to go right. My legs couldn’t run anymore, I saw a park on the other side of the street and ran there to rest and plan my next move. I went to the darkest side of the park and sat under a tree. It looked like a golf course. My feet were in pain from the running. I closed my eyes and prayed for more than five minutes. I knew only God was capable of saving me from the situation I was in. Immediately after saying Amen, a male voice behind me said:

“É meu dia de sorte”



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