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**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 1 – Chiemeka and Rehema** ........................................................................... 4
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 2 – Chiemeka ruthlessly bangs Rehema** ....................................................... 9
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 3 – A strategic meeting** ............................................................................... 14
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 4 – Letisha the smart call girl** ...................................................................... 19
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 5 – Luring Letisha** ........................................................................................ 24
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 6 – Chiemeka discombobulates Rehema more** .......................................... 29
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 7 – Sinister church motives** ......................................................................... 34
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 8 – Planning drug trade** ............................................................................... 39
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 9 – Drug trade taking shape** ........................................................................ 44
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 10 – Chiemeka meets Martha** ..................................................................... 49
**THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 11 –Chiemeka and Martha blows each other** ............................................. 54
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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 1 – Chiemeka and Rehema**
“You are so beautiful; God must have created you immediately he woke up. You have nice, fine curves
which would go drive any man crazy. If you dare walk in the streets of Lagos, you would bring the city to
a stand still for them to behold this beautiful woman from Kenya. Nigerians are marrying Kenyan women
because you women here are blessed. From the land of the Rising sun, I come from Nigeria with love,
ready to make you my queen, the queen of my heart, the beautiful angel to bring blessings in my life.”
Chiemeka told Rehema as they sat at the ocean view Restaurant facing the beach, somewhere in Malindi
town.

Rehema sat there looking at Chemeka, the tall, masculine and dark dude she had been chatting with
promising her love online. They finally managed to meet and this was their third meeting, with Rehema
still hesitant on taking the relationship to the next step since she was a married woman, married to an
Italian tycoon who had settled in Malindi and had several businesses in Malindi town.

Rehema was a tall, light skinned lady. She had well rounded thighs and hips. Her smooth youthful skin
would make Rehema seem like she was in her early 20’s but she was actually 32 years old, with one 7
years old boy she had gotten from her previous relationship before she met her Italian husband.

“You love flattering me.” Rehema said.

“No, no, no. Fine girls like you are never flattered. You are so beautiful I even think you should have won
Miss Kenya if they were fair enough to consider natural beauty.” Chiemeka told Rehema speaking in a
heavy Nigerian accent.

Rehema adjusted her long blue dress that had a slit running all the way to her thighs allowing Chiemeka
to see more of her left thigh. She pretended not to have done that intentionally as she said, “Chiemeka
dear, I am older than you. Why can’t you just go for younger girls? I am 32, you are 28.”

“Age is just a number, eh! Age is just a number.” Chiemeka said and took a sip of his mango juice, “Well,
I am bigger than you.”

“Yes, but just taller, I am probably heavier than you.” Rehema said jokingly.

“Yes, because you are loaded in all fine areas. Look at your chest, look at your thighs. Look at your curves.
I should take a photo of you and put it as a portrait in my house back in Lagos.” Chiemeka said and made
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 as if to touch Rehema’s thigh but stopped, looked at her and asked, “Am I allowed to touch? Gentlemen
always asks for permission.”

“Yes, but just to touch. Remember I told you that I am married.” Rehema said.

Chiemeka touched Rehema’s left thigh. Rehema felt the touch reaching to her soul as she had been
chatting with Chiemeka and imagined him making love to her. The fact that they had exchanged some
nudes made it easier to fantasize.

“Married women are sweeter. They are more mature, and easier to handle. These single slay girls are all
over like headless chicken. They have no focus in life and are immature. Older women are the bomb.
Sexually mature, confident, lovely, in fact, girls in their 20s look older than ladies in their 30s. just look at
you, no one would even believe that you have a child. I even think you are still a virgin.” Chiemeka told
Rehema making her begin to shy.

“No, I cannot be a virgin when I have a 7 years old boy.” Rehema said.

“I see, and here I am, admiring you all the way from Lagos. I told you I will come to Kenya all because of
you. I took a flight to Nairobi, and then to Malindi to come and see you. In fact, I wish I could marry you
but you are married. Not unless you want to practice polyandry.” Chiemeka said.

Rehema laughed and said, “Oh! My God! You make me feel special now. All the way to come and see
me?” she asked.

“Yes, my love. You are my everything. I told you I can do anything for you. In fact, I will hire a Yacht and
take you with me to the ocean to have some good time. I am in Kenya for a month, I will also do some
business but I came purposely to see you.” Chiemeka said. As Chiemeka said so, he touched her thigh
once more startling her.

“Hey, stop it.” Rehema told Chiemeka.

“Oh! Don’t tell me to stop, you are irresistible.” Chiemeka said. As they were talking, a bird came and
perched on the next table as if looking for food. Chiemeka looked at the bird, then at Rehema and told
her, “See, even the birds cannot resist you. You are a goddess.”

Rehema laughed.
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“Darling, why don’t we get a private place, me and you to have some good time.” Chiemeka said.
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 “I have little time; I came to just meet you. I will have to be home at 3 pm to pick my son from school.”
Rehema said.

“Oh! Please, Rehema.” Chiemeka pleaded, “Just a few of your minutes.”

“What do you want?” Rehema asked but she already knew what Chiemeka wants.

“I cannot resist making sweet love to you.” Chiemeka said, “I have fantasized that all along. Now that I
have seen you, I cannot even resist you anymore.”

Rehema immediately got to her handbag. She got out her phone. Chiemeka looked at the phone and
realized it was one of those high end smartphones costing on average of 800 USD.

Rehema called someone and instructed her to assist in picking her son from school.

“That is my neighbor. I stay with my husband in a gated compound and if you are not there, no one will
be there. So, I have asked my neighbor to pick the boy for me when the school bus comes to drop them.”
Rehema said.

“Would love to meet the boy.” Chiemeka said, “He is also as handsome as, well, beautiful women get
handsome boys.”

Rehema just laughed.

“Now, let me get a taxi to take us there. I did not come with my car. I hit a pavement 3 days ago and it
had to be taken for repairs. My husband could not allow me to come with his car.” Rehema said.

“Were you drunk or what?” Chiemeka asked Rehema.

Rehema laughed and said, “No, I wasn’t but I drink once in a while. It was just an accident, I got distracted
by something and negotiated a corner too late.”

“Sorry about that.” Chiemeka told Rehema.

A taxi came to pick them. When Rehema stood, Chiemeka remained seated for a while to admire her. She
walked in front swinging her hips voluptuously as if to signal Chiemeka that she was so much on heat.

“Wow! God was so generous when creating you. He must have taken another woman’s materials and
made you.” Chiemeka said as he walked right behind Rehema before catching up with her as they got into
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 Rehema directed the taxi driver where to take them.

“I will next time fly with my car.” Chiemeka said.

“You can just hire a car.” Rehema told Chiemeka.

“I love driving my own. It is bullet proof, it is also very strong such that if I crush, I will survive even if am
moving at 220 km/h. The car is custom made. It can also drive itself for a short distance as I get to do
something else like texting or using my laptop to place shipping orders. It has sensors which senses
obstacles and drives around smoothly. Even if another car is approaching, it will simply steer itself away
from the car. All I have to do is set point A and B, and it will take me there. It can drive itself for a distance
of 5 km before it calls for your attention.” Chiemeka said.

“Wow! What a great car! I need that. It can at least save me from hitting obstacles every now and then.”
Rehema said.

“I can order one for you from Japan. I have a friend there. His name is Haruto, from Kumamoto.” Chiemeka
said.

Rehema gasped. He looked at Chiemeka and asked him, “Did you just say Kumamoto?”

“Yes, anything funny?” Chiemeka asked.

Rehema laughed and said, “I will let you know when we get where were are going.”

They got to the guest house. They quickly booked a room and walked into the room. The room had a nice
ocean view from the window. It was on the fourth floor of the hotel. There was a large bed and a large
flat screen TV mounted on the wall.

“So, what made you laugh at the name Kumamoto?” Chiemeka asked.

Rehema laughed again and said, “The name in Swahili means hot vagina.”

“Oh! My! Stop lying! You are now lying.” Chiemeka said.

“Kuma is vagina. Moto is hot. Connect the two names and come up with the phrase clearly.” Rehema said
as she sat next to Chiemeka.

Chiemeka wasted no time with Rehema. He began to kiss her. The two kissed, a long, deep French kiss
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 Rehema gasped upon seeing Chiemeka’s erect penis. It was long, very thick and very hard. “Wow! As it
was on the photos, it is big, even bigger than I thought, please, don’t hurt me with this.”

Chiemeka laughed and said, “I will be gentle, and because this was abrupt and we have not gotten tested,
allow me to use a condom.”

Rehema breathed a sigh of relief and said, “You are such a gentleman, always ready for any situation. I
am all yours now, I feel safe already.”

Chiemeka romanced Rehema until she closed her eyes in total surrender. He then reached for the condom
in his pocket, removed it from the packet and rolled it up his penis. Chiemeka then reached for his trousers
as if to arrange it and then, discreetly reached for a well rolled cocaine in a small sachet, reached for its
powder, took handful of it and came out with it. He then proceeded to discreetly apply on the well
lubricated condom which was a rough rider type of a condom until the entire condom was properly laced
with cocaine powder.

Chiemeka then held his penis, guided it into Rehema’s hot vagina and without wasting time, he penetrated
her ruthlessly causing some sudden small tears on her vaginal walls and her labia minora.

Rehema half moaned, half screamed.

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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 2 – Chiemeka ruthlessly bangs Rehema**
“Oh! My God! Please, be gentle with me, that thing is too big for me!” Rehema said as she moaned while
trying to hold Chiemeka on his waist to control the penetration a little bit.

Chiemeka on the other hand leaned forward, gave Rehema a kiss on her nose and told her, “Relax, honey,
relax. I will be gentle with you. I know I am big but, I will make you enjoy.”

Chiemeka however suddenly made several very powerful thrusts going so deep. Rehema felt like her
vagina was being torn into pieces. It was pleasurable and painful at the same time. She moaned even
more, tried to hold Chiemeka by his waist but Chiemeka pinned her down with his powerful arms, pulled
her legs upwards positioning them into phoenix style and began banging Rehema energetically.

Rehema struggled with Chiemeka but she soon surrendered. Chiemeka banged her ruthlessly. Even when
Rehema began to cry, he continued banging her, pinning her with more energy and from time to time,
gyrating his own hips so that his penis would strike her vagina from various angles.

Rehema however could feel some strange really pleasurable sensations such that despite the pain, she
went on to have a very powerful orgasm that made her begin trembling and screaming. Chiemeka turned
Rehema and banged her from behind. He held her by her waist, pinned her down firmly such that her
large breasts were pressing against the mattress hard and banged her hard such that the only sounds in
their room was their bodies making contact: pah!pah!pah! phat! Phat! Phat!

“You are killing me now!” Rehema said as Chiemeka banged her thoroughly.

After banging her for about 40 minutes, Chiemeka exploded inside her. He roared as he ejaculated, held
her tightly, pushed his penis even deeper making her want to jump out of the bed before slowly pulling
out.

Rehema just rolled and lay there like someone who had passed out. She was breathing hard. Her head
was hanging on the side of the bed and her right arm literally touching the floor. She remained like that
for a while before saying, “God, what have you done to me now? You are not good.”

“Sorry.” Chiemeka said, “I still need more.”

Rehema turned. Chiemeka pulled out his condom that was still on his penis and carefully wrapped it with
a tissue paper. He was not going to leave it there.
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 “More? More of what? Go and get someone else. I have had enough for today. Gosh! Even my husband
is not getting it today.” Rehema said. She then touched her vagina. It was so sore. She put a finger and
felt her labia minora. It felt like it had been torn. She was also slightly bleeding.

“Gosh! This is like breaking my virginity another time.” Rehema said.

“I really enjoyed.” Chiemeka said, “I want another session.”

“Not today.” Rehema said.

However, Chiemeka jumped onto her and pinned her down again. “Stop this now, I will scream.”

“No, don’t scream. If you have to scream, scream because of pleasure.” Chiemeka said.

They struggled a little bit until Rehema gave in and said, “Ok, but please, be gentle with me the second
time. Your thing is too big and it hurts me.”

“Alright, I will.” Chiemeka said, “I am also going to use a condom, don’t worry.”

Rehema lay there with her legs spread out. Chiemeka romanced her a little before reaching for a condom.
He then rolled it into his erect penis. He then discreetly reached for the cocaine powder, smeared it on
the lubricated condom.

Chiemeka then penetrated Rehema hard. Despite her protests, he began banging her with even more
energy, kept going for a while until Rehema was almost screaming before suddenly pushing his penis hard
into her vagina and pausing there. His aim was to make the cocaine to penetrate as much as possible into
Cheimeka’s blood through her vagina.

Rehema who was trembling just lay there sprawled. She looked at Chiemeka and wished she could just
throw him off her.

“You are bad. I told you to be gentle but look at you now.” Rehema said.

“Sorry.” Chiemeka said, “It is the sweetness in you that is making me energetic. I want you for the whole
night.”

“A whole night? Maybe we make arrangements but not today.” Rehema said.

Chiemeka looked into her eyes and said, “I am your man now, I am your daddy, you are at my mercy.”
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 “I will buy you a gift. Just let me do some deal here and when I get money, I am going to buy you a gift.”
Chiemeka told Rehema and kissed her cheek.

“God, you want to make me leave my husband to be with you.” Rehema said.

“I will make you into my queen if you wish. I can take you to Lagos to manage my apartments. I love your
business mind.” Chiemeka said.

Rehema wanted to say something but Chiemeka began thrusting even harder. Rehema held her breath
for a while before suddenly letting out a prolonged moan. Chiemeka squeezed her breasts hard, chocked
her a little, spanked her ass hard and caressed her clitoris before turning her sideways to continue fucking
her like that.

Chiemeka banged her for another half an hour. She got 2 more orgasms but pleasure turned into pain.
Her vagina got dry and she began to plead with Chiemeka to let go. Chiemeka banged her even harder
before ejaculating and pulling out of her slowly.

Chiemeka wrapped the used condom with a tissue paper and put in his pocket. Chiemeka saw and asked,
“Why are you carrying them?”

“I will throw them somewhere. In Nigeria, there is a lot of witchcraft and no man ever leaves a used
condom least someone takes the sperms to go and do with them some rituals. I don’t know about Kenya
but I am not taking chances.” Chiemeka said.

“Ok, there is no such a thing in Kenya but, just do what makes you comfortable.” Rehema said.

After a while, Chiemeka lifted Rehema up with his powerful arms. Rehema smiled. The feeling of being
carried made her feel special. Chiemeka carried her to the door of the bathroom and placed her slowly
there. “I am going to wash you.”

“How romantic.” Rehema said as they both got into the bathroom.

Chiemeka opened the shower. Rehema did not want the water to fall on her hair and she moved aside a
little bit. Chiemeka too the soap and smeared onto Rehema’s body, then used his own hands to wash her
slowly. However, when he wanted to wash her vagina, she hesitated a little bit and said, “I am sore down
there, you destroyed me.”
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“Let me wash the honey pot that has given me so much pleasure.” Chiemeka said.
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 “No, I will wash it myself.” Rehema said and squatted to the floor and began washing her vagina. She took
sometime washing it and then stood up to continue showering.

They finished showering. Chiemeka took the towel provided by the hotel and rinsed Rehema thoroughly.
She however did not allow him to rinse her vagina with it, preferring to use her own small washcloth.

“Apart from you being a beast, you are also very romantic and gentle.” Rehema said as they got to the
bed and sat there for a while.

“I will want you for a whole night.” Chiemeka told Rehema.

“Hey, let me go now. I am sure my husband is wondering why I have not called him for that long.” Rehema
said while picking her phone to check. Sure enough, there were 2 missed calls from her husband.

Rehema called her husband who picked immediately. She leaned onto Chiemeka’s strong shoulders and
talked while on loud speaker.

REHEMA: Hi darling, sorry, I did not hear your call, was on a meeting and my phone inside my handbag.

HUSBAND: No problem, darling. I wanted to confirm with you whether I should go ahead and buy the plot
we had talked about.

REHEMA: No, no, no! that one is too far. We cannot do business there.

HUSBAND: But you had told me you will get someone to employ so that we can rear broilers there.

REHEMA: Oh! You are talking of the one in Dabaso?

HUSBAND: Yes, in Chafisi, Dabaso.

REHEMA: If that is the one, I am ok.

HUSBAND: Alright, I am right there with the owner and I wanted to confirm with you. Have a good evening,
I love you, mwaaah!

REHEMA: Mwaaah! I love you too.

The call terminated.

“I love enterprising ladies.” Chiemeka said, “I now know I can partner with you.”
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 “Yes, yes, bring some business and we will do. Let me head home now, it was nice meeting you.” Rehema
said and stood up to wear her clothes. Chiemeka also stood up and began wearing his clothes. Rehema
looked at his penis once more and said, “You have such a powerful tool. But next time, promise to be a
bit gentle.”

Chiemeka laughed. To him, it was a mission accomplished. He was on to the next target, a rich woman
who had told him that she was a CEO in one of the beach hotels in Watamu.

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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 3 – A strategic meeting**
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our meeting which I hope will help us expand our sales.
We are going to have a meeting to discuss on tips to expand our sales, and tap into the rich market in
Kenya. Kenya coast in particular.” Said, Fauz, a successful Coastal businessman who had several businesses
spanning around coast region, majorly in matatu sector, several night clubs and pleasure joints among
others.

“My names, for those who might have forgotten, are Fauz Abdalla and with me here is my friend and my
colleague in this trade, Abdalla Hassan.” He pointed at Abdalla who just waved at them. They both wore
white Kanzus, typical with Islamic men of senior religious status.

“My friend will introduce himself a little and then we can continue.” Fauz said and pointed at Abdalla.

Chiemeka and his friends, some from Nigeria sat there following the meeting, which was being held at a
private residence in Watamu. In attendance were many other people who were part of the drug trade
and were there to share ideas and learn more about how to expand their business.

“As my friend has said,” Abdalla said, “I am Abdalla Hassan. I am from Mombasa, Kisauni but currently
staying in Malindi, just opposite Malindi airport. I will give you a little testimony about myself and I believe
it is going to help us.

I was hooked into hard drugs when I was young. I got hooked as part of the silly youthful fun which young
men have, little did I know that I was to become a serious drug addict. When I got addicted, it got to a
point where I had to look for money to buy the drugs through whatever means, including stealing. The
idea was, I had to get money to buy the drugs. I got into serious crime but will not go into details, but I
just had to get money to buy drugs.

The thing is, once someone is hooked up to these drugs, there is no stopping, you become a slave of them.
Even if you have to buy for Kshs 30,000. You still have to buy. This is why this drug trade is so lucrative
since customers must do anything to buy your drugs. A drug addict would rather not buy basic essentials
like food but buy drugs.

There is money in this trade. In fact, if the addicts come from the rich families, you will never fail to make
money. This is why we are here to share ideas on how to get more people hooked up. I know there is peer
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 “Yes, and the religious.” Someone said from the people attending the meeting.

“So, guys, open up and share with us. We will facilitate you. From among you I can see young beautiful
girls, and handsome young men. I am sure you will be very useful to us.” Abdalla said. He wanted to sit
down but said, “Oh! Before I forget, I no longer use the drugs but, I am here to make money.”

Everyone laughed.

Chiemeka raised his hand, stood up and said, “Ok, I will go straight to the point. Yesterday, I managed to
win a new convert. A woman who is married to an Italian husband. I am sure if she gets hooked, she will
be our big customer since she seems rich and wild, the carefree types of women.

My method is through sex. I seduce a woman, then when having sex with her, I smear the condom with
drugs that I have and when I have sex with her, I make sure it is rough enough to cause tears inside her,
and that will make her body absorb the drugs into her blood stream. A few more times and a woman is
totally hooked. I then slowly introduce her like fun to the drugs and before she knows, she is our big
customer.” Chiemeka said.

“And we need many more men to do that.” Fauz said.

“My Nigerian buddies are the best.” Cheimeka said, “They have the right tool.”

A lady laughed and said, “Big tools to cause tears in there.”

There was laughter across the hall where they were having a meeting.

“Yes, yes. And push the drugs into a woman. Such a simple process.” Chiemeka said.

“So, how soon can we expect her to get hooked?” Fauz asked Chiemeka.

“Give me a week or 2, and she will be a customer. I will also bring in more ladies.” Chiemeka said.

“Good.” Fauz said and motioned Chiemeka to sit down.

A lady stood up and said, “I found it easy to administer this to men through the mouth, but the challenge
is the sweets we are using is melting fast and that is making us almost take the drug.”

Fauz seems to think for a while and said, “Ok, for those who perhaps do not know how this works, there
are these sweets which are specially made for this. We label them using popular labels like tropical, KSL
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 “We target a man in a club and become intimate with, comfortable to be precise. Then during the
romancing time, we start melting same sweet on our mouth and pretend to be so romantic as to exchange
the sweet from his mouth to my mouth, back to his mouth and so on. The core of the sweet is the one
that has the powder meant for him. When he melts the sweet, he will obviously melt the powder and
swallow.

If I manage to meet him several times, he will soon crave for the drugs and I will slowly introduce him to
the drugs. Slowly win a new customer.

Otherwise, hooking up a man to drugs through sex, unless he is gay, is next to impossible.” The lady, who
was a tall, slender and very beautiful Swahili lady said.

“Same method works with women too.” Chiemeka said, “A sweet in the mouth and the core you leave for
her to melt into her mouth and swallow.”

“There is a new frontier we are yet to explore due to lack of proper connections.” Fauz said, “The religious,
Muslims and Christians.”

“Let us talk about Christians, I have an idea.” Another lady said.

“Yes, tell us.” Fauz told the lady.

The lady stood up and introduced herself, “For those who do not know me, I am Isabel Olunya. I come
from Kisumu but currently living in Kisumu Ndogo, Malindi. You know, we Luos always have a small Kisumu
wherever we go.” Isabel was around 5 feet 8 inches in height, had big broad hips, smooth skin and dark
complexion.

“I grew up in Catholic Church, but I have attended several churches, including SDA. There is something in
common with most churches; the breaking of bread. The sacrament as we call it in Catholic church. Some
other churches also have their own, and drinking of holy wine on special occasions. There are also
churches that sell holy water, or give out.

Now, I hope you are following since what I am about to suggest is crazy, I mean, very crazy.” Isabel said
and paused.

“Go on.” Fauz, who was chairing the meeting, said.

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 the bread can be made using an addictive drug and then, feed the holy bread to the congregants. I am
sure with that, slowly, a few will get hooked and will look for hard drugs. We can then have a few people
smartly planted in various churches to influence the youths to start using the drugs. If we can get the
youth leaders, the better.

Or, even anyone influential. We can also target the rich from within the church. I don’t know if you are
following me…” Isabel said and paused.

“Yes, I am following keenly.” Fauz said.

“Such a brilliant idea!” Chiemeka said, “So, you don’t just have big buttocks, but big brains too.”

Everyone laughed. Isabel looked at Chiemeka and said, “After the meeting, come for your slap.”

“Sorry, madam.” Chiemeka said.

Isabel smiled and continued, “Even the holy water sold to the rich can be laced with the drugs, let them
drink it and get slowly hooked. The drugs will turn them into zombies them and they will follow the
preacher or whoever blindly, and slowly get introduced into the drugs to feel high, high whenever they
are praying. And that to us, will bring us more profits, or rather increase our sales.” Isabel said.

“Eh! Girl, I love your brains.” Abdalla said.

Isabel smiled and said, “If you want fish, you go for them in the ocean, where they are in abundance.”

“True.” Abdalla said.

“Yes, I love the idea. But here comes the challenge.” Fauz said, “Where will we get such an influential
priest, pastor, bishop or whoever is willing to work with us?”

Silence followed.

“From how I know these modern pastors, it is all about money.” Chiemeka said, “Just be bold and
approach one, have a private long meeting and share your idea. You will be surprised how many are willing
to jump into this trade and work with us.

From experience, pastors are among the greediest people on earth. They can even sell the very souls of
their followers to the devil in order to get rich.” Chiemeka said, “How else do you explain how majority of
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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 4 – Letisha the smart call girl**
“Call me Letisha, Letisha Awino. I am from Nairobi but currently we are in Watamu with a group of girls
to have some fun, but I decided to meet you to know who is this Nigerian man who has been crushing on
me all along, and, yeah!” Letisha said while shaking her head to move the piece of hair that was blowing
over her nose, “You are handsome as I thought, and I also like you.”

Letisha wore a pair of white Shorts which showed her curves perfectly. She also wore a short, very tight
black top which revealed almost all of her flat abdomen.

“I have told you a lot about myself. I am from Lagos, Nigeria and I am in Kenya to do business. We are
currently trading gold and I will be meeting Miko Sonko tomorrow morning so that we can finalize the last
part of the deal before I go on to Tanzania to meet another top business man.” Chiemeka said. He was
lying and did not know Mike Sonko but was using his name to score points with the girl who seemed to
be expensive.

“Wow! You know Sonko? He is such a rich guy and very generous. I have never met him but would wish
to meet him.” Letisha said.

“What business do you do in Kenya?” Chiemeka asked. He had managed to lie to many rich looking girls
who he intended to lure into the drug trade as customers.

“After working with NexTech as an accountant, I sort of opened an audit firm and I seek to expand it to
be a continental firm. It is you I hope will help me establish myself in Lagos.” Letisha told Chiemeka.

“Oh! That is pretty easy, my dear. In fact, I have a group of companies called WEST GOLD HOLDINGS, or
in short form WEGO Holdings. It is used to import precious metals from around the world and sell
ornaments in Nigeria and Ghana. We also sell gold coated watches, ornaments, earrings, etc.
unfortunately, I finished the ones I had yesterday. I would have given to you some.” Chiemeka told Letisha.

“Wow! You are such a gentleman. You know, the first time you contacted me on that website, I thought
you are just another of the idlers looking for women there to have good time with.” Letisha, who was also
a member of an online club where ladies hook up with rich men for money, said. She was in the gold
category where they charge a minimum of Kshs 25,000 per an erotic session, and Kshs 75,000 per night.

“Yes, I was looking for a girl to have fun with but I also noticed as we chatted that you have brains.”
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 “Luo girls have brains.” Letisha said with some pride, “We are not just big buttocks, but big brains.”

“I see.” Chiemeka said recalling their previous meeting where Isabel shared very intelligent ideas on how
to expand their drug trade sales.

“So, apart from pleasure, we can also do business. I would really love to expand to Nigeria.” Letisha said.

“Nigeria currently has a population of 220 million and you will make good money there. In fact, I will
personally take you there, introduce you to my business club and establish links for you. As long as your
audit firm is good, you will make good money there.” Chiemeka said and sipped from his glass of wine.

Letisha also sipped from her wine and said, “You Nigerians are not much different from our Luo men.
Strong, big, proud and also know how to treat women and make women feel special. But I love Nigerians
more. You also know how to make money. I have met a few Nigerian businessmen in Nairobi and I do not
regret.” Letisha said.

“I also don’t regret meeting you. All about you in the profile is just like 20%. You are beautiful, very
beautiful. God gave you curves in all the right places. I love your dark complexion and smooth skin. I cannot
wait to have you in a private place where you will make me be grateful to God that I was born a man.”
Chiemeka said.

“Yes, let us do that bit first. I also am craving for you right now. You know the drill, as indicated in the
website.” Letisha said.

“Ah! Money is not the problem, you deserve more. Give me your bank account, or, whichever other way
I can pay. I do not want to pay through the website. I know that will deduct some amount from you to pay
the facilitator.” Chiemeka said.

Letisha gave Chiemeka her Equity bank account which almost always had zero balance in case something
happened to it. Chiemeka did not waste a moment. He deposited Kshs 100,000 to Letisha’s account.

“Confirm, and a little token for accepting to meet me at my own time.” Chiemeka told Letisha and smiled.

“Wow! This much? Thank you! Now we can go to a place of your choice.” Letisha told Chiemeka, “Let me
call my friends and let them know I will not be available for the next 2 hours.”

“No problem.” Chiemeka said.

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 A few minutes later, they were in a guest house overlooking the ocean, which was on the second floor of
the hotel. Chiemeka swept Letisha off her feet and swung her around several times until she said, “Wow!
You are making me feel dizzy now.” He then lowered her slowly onto the bed, placing her head on a pillow
before kissing her on her forehaead.

Chiemeka then slowly caressed Letisha’s hips and said, “Wow! What a fine girl. I wish God would come
here in person and I would thank him for creating a lady like you.”

Chiemeka than kissed Letisha’s hips, slowly caressed her waist and then said, “You are all mine now.”

Chiemeka then walked into the shower room and confirmed it was working. He then went back to Letisha,
slowly undressed her and told her, “Let us warm ourselves with the warm shower.” He then led her to the
bathroom.

Slowly, they showered together, with Chiemeka being in control of the pace. He washed her, rinsed her
and caressed her in the process such that by the time he was done, Letisha was so aroused.

When they got back to bed, Letisha pushed Chiemeka onto the bed to offer him best erotic services as
she knew he was paying for it and he had to enjoy, she indicated with her gestures that she was in control
and told Chiemeka, “Relax now, let me give you the pleasure.”

Letisha first massaged Chiemeka. She applied coconut oil onto her body, lay on top of him and used her
smooth warm self to caress Chiemeka. She rolled her firm breasts on top of his chest, slowly went
downwards until she settled on his erect penis. She kissed the penis and then slowly took it in between
her breasts. She began to roll her breasts onto the penis, using them to massage it. She then firmly pressed
one of her breasts onto his testicles.

“Wow! That feels so nice! God bless!” Chiemeka said.

Letisha used one of her breasts to massage Chiemeka’s testicles. She did that for a while before taking his
penis again between her breasts and massaging it until it was throbbing like he was almost ejaculating.

Letisha then got on top, took the penis and pushed it to lie onto his abdomen. She then used her smooth
soft buttocks to massage the penis, gyrating her hips while suspending herself like she was floating on
him. She would smoothly slide from the base of the penis to the tip with her buttock until Chiemeka would
moan.
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 Letisha then put the penis under her labia majora and began sliding on it up and down. She would then
bend over to give Chiemeka a French kiss before continuing. She would from time to time squeeze him
with her large breasts, use them to roll side to side on his chest before resuming sliding onto his shaft.

Chiemeka could not hold on anymore. He really wanted to fuck her but wanted to use a condom and
perhaps smear drugs on it. He looked at her in the eyes and said, “My dear, I wanna bang you now, let us
use a condom, we did not get tested.”

“I came with test kits.” Letisha said, “We will get tested and if we are both negative, we will bang like
there is no tomorrow. I will ride this dick until it is broken.”

Chiemeka was surprised at how prepared Letisha was. He had no choice than to say, “Ok.” she knew
prostitutes are highly intelligent, some of them, but never expected one to be that smart.

Letisha quickly tested Chiemeka and herself. Both were HIV negative. “Now we can fuck.” Letisha said.

“But I still want to use a condom.” Chiemeka said.

“I know the customer is always right, but I want that dick, raw and direct.” Letisha said.

“Ok, let us have this at a draw. First round, we use a condom, the second round, we go wet fry.” Chiemeka
said.

Letisha smiled and said, “Ok, as you wish.”

Chiemeka sought to take control of the situation. He pinned Letisha down and began romancing her. He
then slowly reached for a condom. However, when he wanted to slide it into his penis, she said, “Let me
help you wear the condom.”

“Alright.” Chiemeka said.

Letisha held the condom and slid it onto his erect penis, “You have such a great penis, I cannot resist
touching it.”

Chiemeka then slowly pushed Letisha down. Letisha lay down. However, when he tried to reach for his
trousers, Letisha looked him in the eyes and said, “The condom is already on, do you want to wear another
condom or what…”
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with no choice than to just enjoy that sex session, and hope to win over another time.

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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 5 – Luring Letisha**
“Sir, the woman I met today is way too smart. I must admit that I failed. None of my tricks worked for
her.” Chiemeka told Fauz, who was their contact person in Coast province.

“How did you?” Faiz asked, “You know so well that we don’t have a lot of money to bait people around.”

“She was too smart.” Chiemeka said, “She seems to know the tricks.”

“How do you know she knows the tricks?” Fauz asked while looking out into the sea seated by the
restaurant they were at, relaxing. It was 6 pm and the sun was setting fast.

“Master, I tried several tricks and she seems to know.” Chiemeka said. He slowly sipped from his bottle of
mineral water.

“Tell me more about her.” Fauz said, “100,000 is a lot to lose to a mere prostitute!”

“Ok, this lady, I got her from a dating website, they call it gold dating since the women there are high
profile women looking to make money from entertaining men. Professional call girls. They signed up on
that website to look for men and rich men seems to be their target.” Chiemeka said.

“And you want to tell me that a rich prostitute outsmarted you?” Fauz asked.

“Ok, this one is not just a prostitute, she is intelligent. Even her English tells me she is not a dumb woman.
In fact, I have a proposal for her.” Chiemeka said.

“What again?” Fauz, who was beginning to get angry, asked.

“Let us directly recruit her into the drug trade. She can be valuable to us. We need intelligent Kenyans to
work with us in this trade. The fact that she is an accountant and has an audit firm tells me that she can
work for us. The fact that she is a professional call girl tells me she can access many more rich men and
probably hook them up to this business.

We can arrange to be paying her for every new rich member she hooks up to the drugs. I know call girls
can also be lesbians and she can also recruit girls. Boss, do not see our loss, see how we can use her to get
more people.” Chiemeka said.

“Are you sure she can easily accept the idea?” Fauz asked.
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 Fauz sighed and said, “I leave that upon you to decide, meet her, persuade her and good luck. We also
need a priest or a pastor in this, for the idea given to us by Isabel.”

“I don’t know of any pastor in Kenya, but maybe, just maybe, this lady can help us.” Chiemeka said.

“Good.” Fauz said.

As they were talking, Chiemeka got a text from Rehema. He smiled and told Fauz, “Rehema wants to meet
me tomorrow. I am sure by now she is beginning to fall into this. By the time I am done with her, she will
be in this entirely and no escape. I am sure she will probably entice her husband too, if not, she will steal
money from the Italian man and bring it to us.”

Fauz smiled and said, “There is money in Coast, that is why I decided we can camp here for a while.”

“I will arrange a meeting, and it will go down hot and sweet.” Chiemeka said.

“First, prioritize Letisha, she seems like she can be more valuable to us.” Fauz told Chiemeka.

Overnight, Chiemeka chatted with Letisha and they arranged another meeting.

The following morning, Chiemeka and Letisha met. Chiemeka could tell that Letisha was still alert to her
guards and he was not willing to play games with her. Chiemeka suggested that they take a stroll on the
beach.

The two walked hand in hand, along the coastline where the waves were breaking on the beach, with
water splashing their feet smoothly every now and then. For Letisha, it was all about money as she would
get paid well by foreign men by acting their girlfriend or mistress. She knew how to pamper them and
make them feel at home. No one would even think she was a call girl as she would behave like they knew
each other for long.

Letisha wore a white short dress and no pantie inside making her figure more pronounced on her dress.
She also wore no bra. Chiemeka held her hand as they walked, talking about almost anything, including
about the morning sunshine.

There were some white men walking around with their African girlfriends. There was also an old woman
walking with a young man. The young man seemed so strong and muscular such that Letisha made a
comment and said, “If this young man unleashes his beast on that old woman, she will just die.”
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 “Yes, for money.” Letisha said.

“And I have a proposal to make money with you, a business that I want me and you to do.” Chiemeka said.

“Is it about my audit business?” Letisha asked.

“No, I will still connect you on that but this is another one.” Chiemeka said.

Letisha stopped walking, turned to face Chiemeka and said, “Anything to make money is welcome. I am a
woman who never lets opportunities slip as I watch.”

“Good. I am going direct to the point. This business is about drugs, hard drugs like cocaine, heroin, hashish,
ecstasy, amphetamine among others. Apart from being a business man, I am also a drug dealer.”
Chiemeka said.

Letisha looked at Chiemeka and asked, “Is that what you wanted to do to me yesterday with a condom?”

“With a condom?” Chiemeka asked. The question caught him off guard.

“Come on, I know these tricks. I am not stupid. I am exposed to many ways of life and I know how drug
dealers apply drugs to a condom and then push it into a woman using the condom.” Letisha said.

Chiemeka had no choice than to confess. “Alright, I wanted to, but have realized you were not falling for
the trick.”

Letisha laughed and said, “Do that with stupid women, not with me.”

“Don’t be so hard on me.” Chiemeka said.

“Give me your idea and let me see if it works with me. It had better be a money making idea.” Letisha
said.

“I want to bring you on board we do drug deals and make money. Now that you know the tricks, I know
you can get customers for me and if we sell the drugs, you will earn good money from it.” Chiemeka said.

“If this is a setup, trust me, you will return to Lagos a corpse.” Letisha said.

“I am serious; I want you to join me on this trade. I figured out that your smartness can be great to bring
us customers. You can get the men you meet as a call girl. For every major customer you win us, we will
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be paying you, for the drugs we sell you will get a share of the profit. You can also bring us more girls to
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 “I have always wanted to sell drugs but I don’t know where to get them, who to supply me, but as for the
market, I have wide ready market. Prostitutes can make good customers fast. More so in Coast where
many target the white men. Mtwapa for example is a rich ground for this business.” Letisha said.

“So, if you agree to this idea, I will connect you with my boss and we will work together to make this
happen. We also desperately need a priest, a pastor, a catholic father, a bishop or any other highly placed
religious person that we can work with. A crooked one, not a straight one.” Chiemeka said.

Letisha seemed to think for a while and then said, “There was this particular catholic priest, his name was,
or is, Father Njagi. He has been my customer for the longest period and he also smokes weed and uses
drugs. I don’t know who supplies him but I can contact him and get to know. Though I have had several
other catholic priests as my customers. I prefer catholic priests since they pay good money but have also
had several other pastors, but in particular, catholic priests by the virtue of not being married make good
customers.” Letisha smiled and looked at Chiemeka.

Chiemeka laughed and said, “Holy lord! These servants of the most high never disappoint!”

Letisha laughed, wiggled her waist, spanked her own ass and said, “And some of them are crazy with
women. They also drink alcohol so much, mostly wine and beer. Some even sodomize young boys. If there
is hell, then some of these priests shall have the hottest place in hell.”

“Did you say sodomize?” Chiemeka said, imagining of another way to get young boys hooked to drugs.

“Yes, but I hate that. Come on, don’t tell me you have not heard of that.” Letisha said.

“I have never been keen with religion so, most of these things are new to me.” Chiemeka said.

“Ok, I will reach out to Father Njagi and see if he can work with us. I also know another lady Bishop, who
was coming up fast with scandals. Controversial clergy people are best to work with since controversy
attracts people, but the last time I heard she was in prison, she got jailed for scamming millions of people.”
Letisha said.

“Tell me which jail, we can get her out. Jail officers are crooked and easily bribed.” Chiemeka said.

“I cannot remember which jail but I remember her church was in Nyeri, its name is Glory Restoration
Center. You may have to go there and know more details.
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 As for me, as long as you promise me good money, I am ready to work with you and please, no tricks. I
know many tricks due to the nature of my work, so, just know you are dealing with a lady who not only
has big buttocks, but big brains.” Letisha said with some pride.

Chiemeka laughed, spanked Letisha and said, “My African queen! Shake that bumbum for me.”

Letisha turned away. With her buttocks facing the rising sun, she twerked vigorously for a while as
Chiemeka lustfully watched.

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more**
Chiemeka and Letisha strolled along the beaches for a while before Cheimeka got a text from another
woman who really wanted to meet with him that day. However, he had decided he was going to meet
Rehema as he considered Rehema a sure bet, and more promising by the virtue of accepting to have sex
with him.

By noon, Chiemeka had talked with Letisha more. Chiemeka planned on going to Nyeri to try and trace
the said bishop, as Letisha promised to bring on board the catholic priest whom she knew would easily
accept the deal.

Cheimeka met Rehema at exactly 3 pm.

“My husband is out of the country and I am now free. My child is with my neighbor. There is a woman
who comes to clean my place but she is not around.” Rehema told Chiemeka. She wore a red mini dress
and had a nice golden necklace. She had also come driving a Mazda Demio, white in color.

“So, it is me and you, for the good time. I am going to make you scream today. I will suck your huhaha
until you scream.” Chiemeka said.

“Eh! You are making me horny by simply telling me that.” Rehema said.

“How much of your time do I have?” Chiemeka asked.

“All the time.” Rehema said and smiled.

The two had a few drinks together and then headed for a guest house, a different one with the previous
one. Rehema asked Chiemeka, “Why did you prefer we get a different guest house? I loved the previous
one.”

“As a rule, when dating or fucking a married man, to avoid being trapped, never use the same guest house
twice. Someone might know you and set a trap for you.” Chiemeka said.

“Eh! So, there are rules for dating a married woman!” Rehema said as she threw herself onto the huge
bed that was in the guest room they had gotten and spread her legs for Chiemeka to see her thighs.
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 When she calls, do not speak first, let her speak first to know she is the one. Do not get so used to being
seen with her in public or you will invite trouble. Never use the same guest house twice, least someone
sets up a trap for you. If caught, you could get killed.

When she calls, don’t be quick to call her sweet names like sweetheart, darling, honey, etc. it could be a
trap. Such are the rules, and others which might be necessary as per your relationship.” Chiemeka said as
he slowly lay on top of her.

Chiemeka kissed her forehead and told her, “Today is my lucky day with you, you are not in a hurry.”

“Yes, and, today, I wish we do it without a condom. I want to feel that dick inside me.” Rehema said and
looked at Chiemeka shyly.

“No, no, no. Darling, I am very fertile, I might make you pregnant and that is not my intention.” Chiemeka
said.

“Who told you that I do not want another baby?” Rehema asked, “Even if I get another one, I will rear.
My mzungu husband will rear thinking it is his baby.”

“That is ok but for now, let us use a condom. Remember, the AIDS window period is 3 months. So, even if
I turned negative, I may be in my window period.” Chiemeka said.

Rehema looked at Chiemeka sharply and said, “That means you have other women.”

“No, but I have a wife and there is no telling if she is faithful. Like now, I am in Kenya, she is in Nigeria. I
cannot know who she is with and what she is doing there right now. So, for your safety, allow me to use
a condom, until it is safe not to.” Chiemeka insisted.

“Alright.” Rehema said.

Chiemka began kissing Rehema all over while undressing her. The kisses were tickling her until she got
giggling and chuckling. He playfully removed her bra by pulling it with his teeth before suddenly beginning
to suck her breasts.

“You have nice titties.” Chiemeka told Rehema as he sucked them.

Rehema reached for his penis which was already erect. She began to caress it before slowly pushing him
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away, making him lie on the bed and beginning to suck his penis. She sucked the penis for a while and
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 Cheimeka pointed at his trousers. However, he suddenly stood up and reached for the trousers. To
confuse Rehema more, he pinned her down fast and then proceeded to suck her clitoris. He kept on
sucking her clitoris and licking her vagina until she was moaning with her eyes closed.

Chiemeka reached for his trouser, got out the condom, wore it fast and then smeared cocaine powder on
it. He then took some powder and quickly smeared on Rehema’s clitoris. He spread the cocaine on her
clitoris while caressing it, a thing that made Rehema ecstatic until she was moaning loudly with her legs
sprawled out.

Chiemeka then directed his penis on Rehema’s clitoris, began making rapid tapping motions before
squeezing it with his penis.

“Oh! My God! What are you doing to me? Whatever it is, do not stop it!” Rehema said as Chiemeka
squeezed the clitoris even more.

After driving her crazy with caressing her labia minora with the erect penis, Chiemeka smeared more
cocaine on the condom, poured some on her vagina and then suddenly pushed his penis into her. He
penetrated her vagina ruthlessly. He held her labia majora and squeezed them together making her labia
minora more sensitive. He then proceeded to thrust rapidly ensuring that the cocaine gets absorbed into
her body through her vagina the most.

“I can’t get enough of you!” Rehema said as Chiemeka thrusted even harder and faster. He then turned
her to bang her from behind, held her waist and banged her with more energy. He held her by her neck,
made her arch her back and banged her while spanking her ass from time to time, chocking her, nibbling
her back, squeezing her breasts, and from time to time squeezing her labia minora to intensify the thrusts
and make his penis feel bigger inside her.

Since she could not see him, he reached for more cocaine and smeared onto the condom. He then
continued to thrust with more intensity until Rehema got wild. She rocked her head back and forth,
screamed as she got an orgasm, and even told him, “Fuck me! Kill me now! Finish me! I am all yours!”

“Yes, you are my bitch! I am going to tear this ass apart!” Chiemeka said.

Rehema got several very powerful orgasms until she felt totally drained. Chiemeka ejaculated and quickly
withdrew from her, walked to the bathroom, picked a tissue paper and quickly wrapped the used condom
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 Rehema just lay on the bed, with her ass up, legs spread widely apart and breathing hard. Chiemeka went
to lie on top of her, making his groins squeeze hard against her buttocks. “You are such a beauty. I love
your ass big time.”

“You are also handsome.” Rehema said, “Your wife is lucky to have you.”

Chiemeka laughed and said, “You are also lucky to have me. Many women want me but I just turn them
down. Women say I am a womanizer but I am not. I am a good guy.”

Rehema laughed and said, “You? A good guy of all people?”

“Ah! Ah! I am not a bad guy.” Chiemeka said.

“The way you drive me crazy, I am sure you are not as good.” Rehema said.

Rehema began to gyrate her waist. She was provoking Chiemeka to get another erection. She then slowly
reached for his penis and began to caress it. She playfully caressed it until Chiemeka got another erection.

“When are you going to fuck me better? I mean, without a condom?” Rehema asked Chiemeka.

“When I return from Nigeria. For now, I will go back there, do some business and then come. I also want
to go to Nyeri tomorrow to attend to some business. I am still waiting for my dollars to be changed into
Kenyan currency. I don’t know why they are too slow this time. If I do not get the money tomorrow, my
business will suffer.” Chiemeka said.

“You should have told me; I would have taken you somewhere in Malindi where you get your money
instantly.” Rehema told Chiemeka.

“The money is not much, USD 1,500.” Cheimeka said.

Rehema turned, looked at Chiemeka and said, “I can give you the money, in Kenya shillings, just don’t
forget me when your businesses thrive.”

“God bless you, God bless you so much.” Cheimeka said.

“But before you go, give me another good session, make me feel like a woman.” Rehema said.

“In fact, I will go with you if you wish. That is, to Nyeri.” Chiemeka said.
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Rehema laughed and said, “No, not necessary. I would love to but I will be busy with my work. I am
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 “Ok, I will be grateful all the same. I promise to remember you when my business unlocks. I wonder why
they are taking too long to exchange my money.” Chiemeka said.

Rehema slowly rolled over, made Chiemeka lie down, kissed his penis and said, “Maybe they think you
are a conman. Many Nigerian men here have a bad reputation.”

“Oh! No! I am a genuine business man. You will see for yourself.” Chiemeka said. As he was talking,
Rehema was just fantasizing about his penis and wondering: why is sex with this man so unique, so
different and so pleasurable?

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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 7 – Sinister church motives**
“Today, is a really special Sunday. God has brought in our midst some Muslim brothers and I would love
them to introduce themselves, so that we can continue with our preaching. In the name of Jesus Christ, I
welcome them to introduce themselves.” Bishop Teresia, who stood in the pulpit to preach for the first
time since she came out of jail, said while looking at the congregation. The church was fully packed with
everyone wanting to see the bishop after a long time.

2 men wearing kanzus, the typical male Islamic wear stood up. They wore very expensive Kanzus. The first
man cleared his throat, looked around and said, “Praise Jesus.”

The congregation roared with AMEN!

“I am Fauz Abdalla, I am from Coast province, from Mombasa where I am a business man doing various
businesses. I am in Nyeri for some personal business and I thought I should came to worship with you. I
got to know about Glory Restoration Center through a social media post, Facebook, and thought this is an
ideal church seeing that the church we welcome to anyone and all of us.

For a start, I am a Muslim, there is no denying that as you can see. But we Muslims also recognize Jesus
Christ, we call him Isa Bin Maryam, and to us, he is also a nabii or a prophet. We worship the same God.
You call him Yaweh or Jehovah but we call him Allah.

We Muslims and you Christians share a lot of prophets from Abraham, Isaka, Yakubu, Daudi, Suleimani,
and many more. We also share the old Testament which is where the Qur’an is derived from. The love of
Allah that is in you is the same that is in us. That is why we are here to worship with you, to pray with you,
and to get to know you more.

When you come to Mombasa, you are also welcome to worship with us in our mosques.” Fauz said and
then took a seat.

“That is great of you, feel welcome.” Teresia told Fauz.

“I am Abdalla Salim. I also come from Coast, Malindi, but also from Mombasa where I grew up. I am happy
to be worshipping among you. Allah has granted us another day to be alive on earth, it is through his
mercy and favor that we are breathing and we thank him for that.
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 We Muslims are good people. We have been painted negatively by people, made to seem like terrorists,
but in reality, a criminal is a criminal. We are not terrorists but we are people full of peace. Islam is a
religion of peace. Ignore what people tell you about us. In every society, we have bad people, we have
good Muslims and bad Muslims. I am a good Muslim.” Abdalla said, looked around and then finished with
saying, “Praise the lord.”

Abdalla sat down.

“Those are our Muslim brothers, from Coast province. I want you to welcome them and worship with
them. Also, I noticed that Muslims, especially these Arabs are so good in business. Befriend them and
learn a thing or 2. They may be here to worship but I am also sure they are here to make friends.” Teresia
said.

The church service continued until around 1:30 pm.

After the service, Teresia retreated to the church office with Fauz, Abdalla, and Sandra.

“It is nice meeting you in person. We had discussed a few things over the phone and let us get down to
business.” Teresia, who had gotten introduced online to the two Muslim men through a lady known as
Letisha, who claimed to be her follower online, said.

“Let us get down to business. We have been looking forth to meeting someone like you who will assist us
to expand our business. Tell me the potential of the business around here. Drugs.” Fauz said.

“That entire congregation, all are potential buyers.” Teresia said.

“We had wanted someone who can use holy communion perhaps to hook them up.” Abdalla said.

Teresia sighed and said, “As long as I will make money, I am willing to venture into this.”

“Ok, we have been thinking about it, and the girl told us she knows you. That is how we got you.” Abdalla
said.

“We were so much thinking about the trade and did not know how to go about it.” Sandra told the two
Muslims.

“We are here to help you.” Fauz said.

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 “We can help you start a church. We will help you. Just let us know where you wish as long as the church
will be used to lure more people into getting hooked to drugs. All we want is someone with a wider reach.
Share with us how you think you can reach more people.” Fauz told Sandra while looking at Teresia.

Teresia smiled and said, “Easy for me. I give them holy water and they take. I can spike the water with
some drugs and slowly hook them up. I can also introduce holy communion like the one taken by Catholics.
I will be giving them when they are laced with drugs and slowly, hook them up. They will slowly turn into
customers.

The trick however is on how to transition them into serious customers.”

“That is easy.” Fauz said, “You simply keep selling to them a particular brand of holy water that is laced
with drugs. Since they will already be addicted, they will keep buying. Just ensure to overprice the water
slowly and thus make more profits.

Even the holy bread, you can let them know a certain special type of holy bread is available once you make
an offering of a certain amount. I know followers of Jesus are gullible people who rarely question their
bishops. They will fall into this trick very nicely and that is an advantage to us.”

“Amazing! That is a good idea.” Teresia said.

“So, we have a deal. We should have a meeting with the rest of the team, discuss more on the way forward
and come up with the way forward.” Fauz said.

“Now that you 2 been in Coast, where is the best place to have a church?” Teresia asked.

“Mombasa.” Abdalla said.

Fauz scratched his head and said, “I have another idea. Mombasa is already saturated. Too many churches.
Every other neighborhood has over 10 churches. It is crazy. In fact, some churches will even hire same
hall, divide it into 2 and each side is a church.

My best bet is in Malindi. Less churches there but more people. The place is also growing fast. Mombasa
is no longer growing.”

“That is ok too. Malindi is also a good place. Malindi town or near the town. You can buy a plot there and
build a church.” Abdalla said.
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 “Absolutely. We have an oath of secrecy.” Fauz said.

“Good.” Teresia said.

“What about a club?” Sandra asked.

“We will have that one too. Just know that Coast is a rich place for drug trade. You will get a lot of money
there.” Abdalla said, “I know that since I was once addicted to drugs and once you get addicted, the driving
force to get more and more makes you crazy. You can even kill someone just to get money to buy the
drugs. It is that serious.”

“Have you ever tried the drugs?” Fauz asked Teresia.

“No.” Teresia said.

“I would advise you not to.” Fauz said, “It is hard to come out of them once you are hooked.” As Fauz was
talking, he got an SMS on his phone which he opened and read.

“Guys, tomorrow, we are having a meeting in Nairobi. More of us will attend.” Fauz then turned to Teresia
and told her, “Make sure to attend tomorrow.”

Sandra looked at Teresia and asked her, “Are you not afraid of the fact that you did not finish your jail
term and they might be looking for you?”

Teresia shrugged and said, “They cannot get me. I am protected by the blood of Jesus Christ.”

They all laughed at that. “I like that!” Sandra said.

“First, let us meet tomorrow. I believe the other Catholic priest who Chiemeka told about us will attend.
Seems Chiemeka landed himself a valuable woman.” Fauz said.

“Letisha. He told me about her. Very smart lady.” Abdalla said.

“Who is Letisha?” Teresia asked.

“You shall meet her tomorrow; she is also interested in the drug trade. One of our agents met her by
chance on a dating website.” Fauz said.

“Ok, no problem. Let me have a private meeting with my partner here, Sandra, and then we shall give you
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 “By the way, I saw that in your church, you also accommodate LGBTQ people. Those are also among the
easiest people to hook up to drugs. But we shall talk about them more tomorrow.” Fauz said.

Teresia laughed and said, “In fact, I have couples among my friends, men to men, and women to women.”

Abdalla said mockingly, “Jesus does not reject anyone, bring all to Jesus, he will use them.”

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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 8 – Planning drug trade**
The following morning, at exactly 5 am, Teresia and Sandra left for Nairobi driven by their driver, Victor
who assured them that they shall be in Nairobi by 7 am.

Victor drove them into a hotel where they were to meet with new people and discuss the drug trade. They
got to the venue very early in the morning. The morning was cloudy and cold. Teresia and Sandra were
ushered into a small, sound proof hall where they were to wait for the rest. The hall had been booked in
advance by Fauz.

Sandra chuckled and said, “One would have thought that prison reforms people.”

Teresia laughed and said, “I don’t think so, many come out as hardened criminals that is why many end
up going back to jail. Only a few reform. As for me, I am in this world to make money. I must drive my own
private jet soon.”

By 8 am, Fauz, Abdalla, and the rest who came with them who introduced themselves as Father Njagi,
Isabel, Chiemeka and Letisha were seated and ready for the meeting which the chairman, Fauz, said was
a very private and confidential meeting.

“Now, as you are all aware, we want to do some big business and that is why we are here to share ideas.
Note that this meeting is confidential and anyone who will leak the details of this meeting outside will
face dire consequences.” Fauz said.

“We will honor the meeting.” Abdalla said.

“Now, we have you 2, Father Njagi and Bishop Teresia, and we would like to know how you will help us to
reach out to more people through your ministries, churches and anywhere else that you work.” Fauz said.

Father Njagi cleared his throat and said, “The holy communion that the faithful take is an easy way to
make them hooked up to drugs. I can make special sacrements for them, the targeted few who I believe
are easy to extract money from since not everyone is able to give us good money.

I see no point in enticing the miserably poor since they will simply suffer and will add no value to us. I
know the catholic church has very rich people, and if I target such and hook them up, I will make money
out of them.”
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 they bring to us is important. So, do not exclude anyone. Furthermore, do not do something that will make
you a suspect.

Offer sacrament to all, then slowly lead them into buying the real drugs through other agents and see how
the people you call poor can bring so much money to you.” Abdalla said.

Father Njagi sighed and said, “Ok, I get it now. I will see into that.”

“Father.” Letisha called out the priest politely, “I also know you have sex with the nuns.”

“Yes.” The priest said with a smile.

Letisha looked at Chiemeka and told him, “Perhaps you can let him know how he can go about it getting
the nuns hooked.”

Chiemeka looked at the priest and said, “Ok, this is how I do it. When I seduce a woman, and we meet to
have sex, I go there prepared with a condom. I then trick the woman not to look at me, by being overly
romantic including tricking her to close her eyes or to blindfold herself.

Then, I smear cocaine any other drug on the condom. Then, I will penetrate and bang the woman
ruthlessly to ensure that she gets micro tears in there. This ensures that the drug gets absorbed into the
blood stream.

Eventfully, the girl gets addicted to having sex with me since she does not know what exactly is happening.
I slowly start withholding sex to frustrate her and eventually manipulate her. I will then start demanding
money from her, or to slowly introduce her to drugs. I will later show her where to buy and from there, it
is harvest time.”

“Interesting! That is easy, amazingly easy. These nuns also do have sex regularly, except a few. They are
also human with feelings.” Father Njagi said.

“I used to think nuns are all virgins.” Sandra said.

“Eh! Those people are just, well, some probably enjoy life more than an average woman out there. They
have sex regularly, get the best wine from the church, have a lot of money from the church and their
convents. Wish you would see them having a private party. They take even beers. Some are in fact in love
with fellow women.” Letisha said.
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 Chiemeka looked at father Njagi and asked him, “Do you also do boys? I mean? I hear of cases of priests
sodomizing boys.”

The priest smiled and said, “Yes, I have boys who are also my friends.”

“I mean; you have sex with them?” Chiemeka asked.

“Yes.” Father Njagi said.

“Then you can hook them up using sex too.” Chiemeka said, “That is the only thing am unable to do. I tried
with a man one time and lost all feelings. Did not penetrate.”

Father Njagi laughed and said, “As long as it is a hole, I penetrate and finish my business in there.”

Fauz and Abdalla laughed. Abdalla said, “Gay relationships are so many in coast. Among the drug addicts.
Some are even married to each other. I remember sometimes back, I met 2 men fighting until they were
tearing each other’s clothes. Upon asking, they were fighting for a girlfriend. Here is where it gets more
interesting: the girlfriend in question is a gay man who was cheating between the two, or double dealing
the 2.”

Teresia laughed and said, “That is interesting!”

“So, I know it is easy to also get the gays like that. And furthermore, most are already into drugs due to
the natural guilt of engaging in unnatural acts.” Abdalla said.

“Like in Mombasa, most of my ground suppliers of drugs are young men who are also homosexuals.” Fauz
said.

“So, that is well taken care of.” Abdalla said.

“So, we can all agree that the methods we are going to use to expand our business are:

Sex, using holy communion, holy water, consumables like cakes, sweets, etc.” Fauz said.

“I am also thinking of opening a small bakery in Watamu where I will be lacing my cakes and breads with
drugs. I want customers to be addicted to my cakes and breads. That will ensure more profits to me.”
Isabel said.

Sandra and Teresia exchanged looks. Teresia said, “You see? This is why it is nice to meet people, you keep
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 “By the way, coastal people love to eat. Those sweet things like kaimati, mitai, bajia, mahamri and many
more. Can’t we also venture into that?” Abdalla told Fauz.

“Yes, I am noting that down.” Fauz said and got out his smartphone, opened a notebook app and quickly
noted down the idea. “Even the usual kahawa chungu which men take down coast, I will get a place, make
one which has some drugs and slowly see my customers get addicted and just like that, make more sales.”

“Yes, that is why I said, target even the low income earners. Those people have money. Even small money
is money to us.” Abdalla said.

“Just like that, I have an idea now.” Teresia said noting down the same.

“There was a time I stayed in Mombasa for a month.” Letisha said, “I used to see a certain woman who
was making mahamri, kaimati and bajia. She always had customers. Other stalls would have less
customers but her stall would always be flooded with customers. I used to think it is charms for business.

Now I probably know why. Her customers were addicted to her sweet foods.”

Fauz laughed and said, “You will be shocked to know how people use crazy ideas out there to make
money.”

“Yes, it is all about riches.” Father Njagi said.

“So, Teresia, you will make a church in Malindi. Then, get as many followers as possible. Hook them up
using holy water, holy communion and anything else that you can from the church.

Sandra, you will handle the club which we will jointly make. The entertainment joint will also be used to
lure more. Use the club to host parties in various events like, having a live band that can be hired from the
club. We will facilitate with capital.

Letisha, we expect you to hook up more call girls, beautiful girls. Let them be used to lure unsuspecting
men into drugs. Target rich men.” Faiz said.

“I get even pastors and politicians. So, you can trust me on that.” Letisha said.

“Good, bring them, bring them!” Fauz said adding some gestures of directing people towards himself.
“Have a network of girls trained for this, I think, you should recruit girls into some sort of a secret club for
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 “No problem, just get them and let me know what they need.” Fauz said.

Fauz turned to Isabel and told her, “Work closely with Letisha. I see you two can change the world.”

Fauz turned to Chiemeka and told him, “As for you, get more women into this. I hope you still use the
imported pheromones to confuse them.”

“Works like charms!” Chiemeka said.

“Good, Father Njagi will also work with sacraments, get for us the nuns and the young boys under him. I
think we should also get more LGBTQ people on board.” Fauz said.

“I have a network of them. I will contact their chairman and let you know. I have many of them as friends.”
Teresia said.

Sandra looked at Teresia and jokingly said, “I hope you won’t end up back in jail.”

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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 9 – Drug trade taking shape**
“No, I will instead buy a private jet very soon. I will own a beach hotel and will be able to travel around
the world as I wish.” Teresia said.

“By the way, drug trade is very lucrative. Imagine this, a small pinch of cocaine, the size of this small space
in this small finger,” Abdalla made a gesture to show how small, “Is Kshs 200, even 500 depending on
where you are selling and to who. If you have 3 kg, just 3 kg of cocaine and you know where to sell, you
are already a millionaire.

In Mombasa, that is how it is measured among the drug addicts. By the way, I forgot to mention to them
how we transport the drugs around.”

“Oh! Tell them.” Fauz said.

Abdalla cleared his throat, leaned forward as if to make a serious point and said, “I was a footballer when
I was young. We had a club around Kisauni where we would play football. The club was paying well. But
that was not football money. It was drug money.

Now, when going to a tournament like in Malindi, we would hire a Nissan Matatu to take us. Now here is
the trick. We would load drugs at the boot, in bags branded with our club logos and colors. Another private
car would go ahead with our uniform.

When going, if the police would stop us, they would easily be convinced that the load behind are just
clothes and being that they can see a football team, they did not bother asking much questions or
searching our luggage. That way, we would transport the load safely with no one suspecting.” Abdalla
said.

“So, when you go to work in Coast where there is big drug catchment for our trade, appear to sponsor
local football clubs and work with them.” Fauz told Teresia.

“That is so nice!” Teresia said.

“Another thing, mad people.” Abdalla said.

“Mad people?” Teresia asked.

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 “I also would love to know.” Letisha said.

“Now, go to Mombasa. The town has many mad men, or mad people. In fact, it is leading in the number
of mad people. Believe me or not, some of them are not mad, but workers.” Abdalla said.

“Eh! Workers?” Sandra wondered.

“Yes, mad people are the only people who can carry something and no one, absolutely no one will search
them or stop them. Even the police move out of the way when a mad person is passing. Even GSU when
beating people normally don’t bother with mad people. They might scare them but they never beat them.

No one bothers with mad people.

Now, some mad people are seen carrying loads of dirty bags, papers, trash or whatever it is they carry.
Now, some of them are normal people pretending to be mad, they dress dirty and walk dirty. They even
can be seen digging into trashes looking for food. But they are normal people working for drug peddlers
to transport drugs to some places where it would only be safe for them.

The mad person will deliver the load somewhere, pretend to drop in a dustbin or anywhere they had
agreed and he will walk away. Then, some people will be ready to come and take the trash, but they are
just people coming to pick a delivery.” Abdalla said.

“How smart!” Letisha said, “I remember one time walking in Bamburi with a friend. We were staying there
for 2 days. We came across this woman. By the look she was shapely, but she wore dirty clothes, she was
smelling and was carrying some bags. She was also chewing a dirty banana on the way. But I noticed she
was somehow careful when crossing the road.”

“That probably was delivering the package somewhere. We use mad people to do that work. They are
perfect for delivering to the estates and slums since no one bothers with them. No one in his sane mind
can stop a mad man to search him.” Abdalla said.

“We had at one time used caskets but that was busted fast. We also use some people pretending to be
Maasai. They carry the traditional Maasai clubs but they are hollow inside with drugs stuffed inside.” Fauz
said.

“Oh! I remember using bibles to deliver something similar to South Sudan.” Teresia said.
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 “Now you are talking, we will work together. Consider the seal closed. In fact, I have a friend of mine in
Malindi who is selling an acre of a land near Malindi airport, if you don’t mind, you can purchase that land
and build a church there.” Fauz told Teresia.

“I have learnt things that I cannot imagine. Using mad people to transport drugs. That is so creative.”
Teresia said.

“Yes, there is more to the drug trade. Tomorrow, let us go and meet my friend before he sells that land.”
Fauz told Teresia.

“Why not just call him?” Teresia asked.

“Some people are so old fashioned. He does not have a phone and he does not care. He told me if I want
to see him, I should go to his home. He is always home anyway.” Fauz told Teresia.

Everyone exchanged glances. Teresia said, “Ok. time?”

“Take a flight to Malindi tomorrow morning. Let us meet there.” Fauz told Teresia.

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The following morning, Teresia and Sandra flew to Malindi. As they were taking a taxi to go and meet Fauz
at a restaurant where Fauz and Abdalla were waiting for them, Teresia said, “This is why I wish to buy a
small aircraft. Imagine by now I would just be moving around with my own jet like that Nigerian pastor
who once came to Kenya to visit me.”

“God will bless you soon.” Sandra told Teresia.

They met Fauz who, without wasting time, took them to the owner of the land he had told them about.
They drove into the man’s compound. An open compound with several makuti thatched houses. The man
was relaxing outside drinking some palm wine.

The man welcomed them and offered them stools to sit on.

After introductions, Fauz negotiated on their behalf. Teresia could hear him telling the man that the
women were his friends. “I don’t want someone who will buy the land and later come to grab the rest of
the land.”
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“No, she is going to build a house of worship there. And she is a good pastor since she accommodates
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 wants one in Malindi. You will be blessed by having a church on your land.” Fauz told the man, whose
name was Mzee Kashero.

After a short while, the man took them on a tour to the land he was selling. The piece of land was touching
the tarmac road on one end. Teresia liked the fact that the land touched a major tarmac road, noting that
it would be perfect for a church. Fauz told her, “In fact, you could build a church inside, and on this side
facing the road, you set up several businesses.”

“I am selling this piece of land to get money to educate my 3 sons who are joining university. My children
are bright but poverty has really pushed us to the corner.” Mzee Kashero said.

“Mzee, I have a proposal on that too.” Teresia told Mzee Kashero, “I will take one of your sons and sponsor
him through university. I will get him sponsorship through my church.”

That idea made Mzee Kashero so happy such that he did a little Giriama dance and said, “EH! God! I will
be so happy. I had to sell my daughters to willing men due to lack of school fees!”

“Sell?” Sandra asked.

“I mean, gave them up to get married early.” Mzee Kashero said.

“Ok, we will help the boys, worry not.” Sandra told the man.

“I will personally make sure they get to university. If possible, I will look for sponsors for the rest and then,
you can use the money for something else.” Teresia told Mzee Kashero.

“I will marry my 7th wife with the money.” Mzee Kashero said with a beaming smile.

“Marry? At your age?” Teresia asked Mzee Kashero.

“My father stopped marrying when he was 81. I am 70 now. I have 6 wives and 37 children. They would
be 40 but 3 died. Also, one of my wives died 11 years ago. We Giramas believe in marrying many wives
and having many children so that in case of a calamity, at least your name will survive with some of your
children.” Mzee Kashero said.

Sandra and Teresia looked at each other. Teresia looked at the old man who had just a traditional shuka
around his waist and seemingly wore nothing else and asked him, “And where are all your children?”
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 Another wants to be an engineer and the other one wants to become an accountant. If I sell this land, I
will be able to educate them.

I also have another land in Dabaso which I might sell later to support them.

As preparation to sell this land, I called a surveyor who measured it well and it has its title deed and
everything ready.” Mzee Kashero said.

“As a precaution, you can do a search on your own to be sure of the title deed.” Fauz told Teresia, “But
Mzee Kashero is a very honest man.”

Teresia looked around the land which had several coconut trees, some bushes and a beacon mark next to
the road. She then looked at Mzee Kashero who was scratching his private parts like there was something
biting him and told him, “Mzee Kashero, this land is now mine. By the end of next week, I will have bought
it. I assure you. In fact, from tomorrow, allow me to begin fencing it.”

“As you wish, Bishop. As long as I get my money, the land is yours. You will build a church, a club, a brothel,
that is none of my business.” Mzee Kashero said and scratched his private parts even more.

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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 10 – Chiemeka meets Martha**
The following few days were so busy for Teresia. Everything went down as planned. Teresia and Sandra
camped at a hotel in Malindi from where they did everything.

Mzee Kashero even helped Teresia to get some young men from the locality to fence the parcel of land.
Mzee Kashero even told Teresia to ensure to give jobs to local young men telling her that it would foster
good relationship with the locals.

Fauz told Teresia, “You see, I have ensured you get a good place for your church, now, use the church to
boost our sales.”

“I will, I promise.” Teresia told Fauz.

“Fine, I am leaving Kenya for Brazil, I have someone to meet there. A drug kingpin who I want to seal a
deal with. But Abdalla will be around just in case you have something else.” Fauz told Teresia as he was
leaving for somewhere else.

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Elsewhere, Chiemeka who was in Nairobi, at one of the high end hotels waiting for a lady they were to
meet, sat silently sipping his wine when he noticed lone woman who was also taking some wine while
holding her head like she was sort of frustrated or deep in thoughts.

The woman, a light skin woman, wore a long yellow dress, nice, white sandals and she also had a golden
necklace around her neck, an indication that she was an expensive woman. Chiemeka looked around to
be sure that the woman was alone as he figured she was someone worth approaching.

Chiemeka tried calling the woman he was to meet but the call went unanswered. Chiemeka thought: why
not just try this lone woman?

Chiemeka adjusted his t shirt. He wore a brown tight t shirt and had a pair of dark brown jeans and
matching sports shoes. Chiemeka stood up, walked to the woman, stood right there in front of her and
said, “Hi, I am Chiemeka, mind if I join you? Been admiring you across the room and, if you are alone, I
can as well give you some company.”

The lady looked at Chiemeka and said, “I am Martha, no problem. You can join me.”
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“Thank you.” Chiemeka said as he sat down opposite of the lady.

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 “You sound Nigerian.” Martha told Chiemeka.

“Yes, I am. I from Lagos, Nigeria where I do my business and I am on a business trip to Kenya.” Chiemeka
said.

“What sort of business do you do?” Martha asked Chiemeka. She then sipped her wine and focused on
Chiemeka.

“Various businesses like gold export, real estate agent, I also import cars from Japan to sell to Nigeria. I
am currently venturing in cryptocurrency but I am still young at it. I also have a small touring company in
Nigeria that has employed 30 people.

I have also been thinking of starting an electronics business and import direct from China to sell in Africa.
I am seeking to expand my business to various African countries.” Chiemeka told Martha.

“Amazing! I have been to Nigeria and I know Nigerians are really hardworking. They are aggressive and do
not fear taking risks.” Martha said.

“I also love working with Kenyans. Kenyans are known all over the world as hardworking people. There
are many Kenyans in South Africa and Nigeria. Also in Canada, some places have Kenyans you would think
it is a small Kenya right in Canada.” Chiemeka said.

“You have really travelled.” Martha told Chiemeka.

“Yes, travelling is a hobby to me. I love going to destinations where I experience exotic holidays away from
home. I have been to Malaysia, Bahamas, Seychelles, Hawaii and some other exotic destinations. I thank
God for enabling me to be able to go around the world.” Chiemeka said.

“I have also been to those places, but mostly for business and a short holiday in between.” Martha said.

“One would think you are Asian. Your beauty.” Chiemeka said.

Martha smiled and said, “Thank you, I am Kenyan, Kikuyu.” Martha said.

“Kikuyu women are the most beautiful in Kenya.” Chiemeka said. Chiemeka checked his phone to see if
the woman he was to meet had called but still, there was no call from her. He decided to ignore her and
focus on the beautiful woman with him.
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 “I will marry you and take you to Nigeria.” Chiemeka told Martha jokingly as the continued to talk and
share the night.

Martha laughed and said, “I am someone’s wife. Not really a wife but at least I have someone I call a
husband. He married me as a third wife but, yeah! Nothing wrong in having some fun but I cannot get
married to you.”

Martha sipped more wine. Chiemeka could tell the woman was a bit stressed but there was no telling why
exactly she was stressed. It was like she was drinking to drown her stress. He was wondering why such a
rich woman who seemed so happy could be drowning her stress with wine.

When it came to talking about her children, Chiemeka noticed that Martha talked passionately about her
first born who, without mincing words, she said, “The boy is as handsome as his biological father, smart
and intelligent. Too bad his father could never marry me since he is a womanizer who care less about any
woman.”

“Then that is why I will marry you.” Chiemeka said jokingly.

Martha laughed and said, “No, I have a wonderful man in my life. He is also a business man in Nyeri but
successful too. But, as a woman, I can have a night of fun with you and no strings attached. I want to
experience the Nigerian energy in you.”

The words ignited Chiemeka. He could see the woman was drunk and already horny. Though he did not
want to know why she was stressed as it was obvious she was stressed.

“Sometimes, I look at my son and wish incest was lawful.” Martha said.

Chiemeka concluded that the woman might have been missing the man who sired her firstborn such that
she was admiring her son so much as to fantasize about him being about his own father.

“My son looks so much like me. But I married her mother.” Chiemeka told Martha.

“You are such a nice man. Most men make women pregnant and dump them.” Martha said. Before
Chiemeka said something else, Martha said, “Hey, me and you should get a room. I want you to bang me
hard until I forget my miseries. I have something that is so disturbing my mind. So much such that I feel
like killing myself. Something that I am guilty of that is tearing my soul apart.”
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 “Go and get a room already.” Martha told Chiemeka.

Chiemeka quickly got a room. He then returned to where Martha sat. she was on phone talking to
someone. When she finished talking, she looked at Chiemeka and said, “That is my friend, Irene. She is
from Dubai. She is telling me that she has landed today and would want to meet me today.

But I am not going today, let me have some fun.”

“A business lady like you too?” Chiemeka asked.

“Yes, I don’t befriend cheap ladies, she is another expensive woman and very smart.” Martha told as she
stood up to follow Chiemeka.

Martha was staggering a little. Chiemeka held her by her waist and led her along the way. Martha smiled
and said, “Thank you.” She was enjoying the feeling of being held by Chiemeka’s strong right hand.

Martha dropped her handbag but Chiemeka reached for the bag and picked it for her. “Sorry, today I
drank too much wine, I should not have drunk this much.”

“No problem, darling. I am in control.” Chiemeka told Martha.

Chiemeka led Martha towards the staircase but noticed it was difficult for her to go up the stairs. He
noticed there was a lift just next to the staircase and opted to use the lift. He led Martha to the lift. There
was no one else inside. He pressed the button for the lift to stop at fourth floor where he had gotten a
room.

Once on the fourth floor, Chiemeka led Martha into a room. As soon as he got there, he swept her off her
feet and swung her around. That made Martha even dizzier and she said, “Just put me on the bed. If you
leave me on the floor standing, I will just fall down.”

“No problem, your highness, your wish is my command.” Chiemeka said as he slowly lowered Martha onto
the bed.

“My dear, I do not have my test kits. I forgot, or rather did not anticipate to meet this handsome man with
me here.” Martha said and caressed Chiemeka’s chest.

“No worries, darling. I have condoms. We will use them. You are protected.” Chiemeka said.
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“Oh! Thank God! I love a man who is in control. I am all yours now. Fuck me until I scream. I am so horny
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right now, I am dripping wet already and so ready for that dick.” Martha said. Her phone rang.

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 Chiemeka looked at the phone. Martha said, “Ah! That is my house girl calling me. She knew I was to go
back home today since I have a little child, but, they have enough food to feed him. Just have me, darling.”
Martha said almost pleading with Chiemeka.

Chiemeka kissed Martha and told her, “The gods have gifted me with the most beautiful woman on earth.”
Martha was so beautiful such that Chiemeka already had a hard on by simply imaging her naked.

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 **THE DRUG TRADE – CHP 11 –Chiemeka and Martha blows each other**
Chiemeka wasted no moment. He began undressing Martha who was more than willing. She was already
carefree and it was obvious all she wanted was someone to fuck her hard. Chiemeka could tell the woman
had something disturbing her mind so much and it was the one that had made her behave how she was
behaving.

Chiemeka undressed Martha. He then quickly got naked. Martha reached for Chiemeka’s erect penis and
began to caress it. She smiled and said, “Just what I wanted, such a nice dick you have, my God! Just fuck
me now!”

“I will fuck you until you beg me to stop.” Chiemeka said. He then continued to kiss Martha, deep,
passionate French kisses until she was just closing her eyes enjoying the sensation. He caressed her all
over. When he reached the clitoris, he caressed it while smearing it with her own vaginal fluids. Martha
got so aroused such that she opened her thighs wider, lifted up her knees and surrendered to Chiemeka.

Chiemeka slowly and discreetly pulled his trousers until it was just next to him. He got the rough rider
condom and unwrapped it. He quickly rolled it over his erect penis until it touched the base of the penis.
Then, he reached for the cocaine powder and spiked the condom with a lot of cocaine. He then began to
caress Martha’s vagina with the cocaine, smearing it over her vulva creases, her clitoris and clitoral hood.

The feeling of his hand over her clitoris made Martha go wild. She moaned and opened her thighs even
wider.

Chiemeka then penetrated Martha. He made sure to penetrate so hard such that he could feel his penis
pulling her labia minora hard. Martha moaned hard, held her breath as the large penis penetrated her.
She felt like it was tearing her hymen the second time.

“Oh! God! This feels both sweet and painful!” Martha said.

Chiemeka pushed and paused. He knew that would make the vagina more receptive and ready for
powerful thrusts. After pausing for almost a minute, he began to thrust in and out slowly at first before
accelerating his thrusts. He held Martha’s large thighs and pinned her legs across her chest. That gave him
an exclusive access to her vagina. He banged her hard and fast, with deep powerful thrusts that would
reach her cervix each time. He kept hitting her cervix looking to cause micro tears on it so that the drug
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 Martha wanted to enjoy even more. She rolled around and let Chiemeka bang her from behind. Chiemeka
held her waist as she arched her back and pressed her breasts against the bed. Chiemeka spanked her ass
hard and then continued to bang her even harder. He held her vulvas with his hand pressing them inwards
so that the thrusts would feel more powerful. That pressed the clitoris against the shaft of the penis such
that with each thrust, the shaft would stimulate the clitoris.

“Oh! My God! What did you put on that penis! The feeling…” Martha said as she gyrated her waist fast to
intensify the feeling she was getting.

Chiemeka reached for his trouser again, got some cocaine and smeared the condom with it. He pretended
to be thrusting shallow slow thrusts aiming for the g spot which made Martha just lie there moaning and
enjoying.

Chiemeka smeared the condom with the drug and then made sudden deep thrusts driving the drug deep
into her vagina. He then held her vulvas, pulled them apart thus increasing the surface area of where his
shaft was thrusting. The feeling made Martha wild. She gyrated her waist and hips with more intensity.
That made her get more and more aroused until she began to experience an out of this world orgasm that
felt like it was ripping her apart.

Chiemeka sensed the approaching orgasm and thrusted with more intensity. His thrusts stimulated her g
spot even more. When she was exploding, he pushed his penis so deep until he stimulated her Anterior
Fornix Zone. Martha screamed. She trembled and rocked her head back and forth. Her entire body got
filled with goosebumps.

Martha got 2 orgasms in quick succession until she suddenly spread out her legs and lay just there
breathing hard. Chiemeka adjusted himself to press against her big buttocks so that his penis remained
inside her vagina.

“You are mine now.” Chiemeka told Martha.

“Kill me with sweetness, finish me with pleasure. My Nigerian boy.” Martha told Chiemeka.

Chiemeka smiled, kissed her neck and then, he slowly began to thrust again. Martha parted her thighs
apart, lifted up her buttocks so that her vagina would be easily accessed from behind. Chiemeka also
adjusted himself so that his thrusts would specifically target her g spot. With each thrust, he pressed the
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 Chiemeka pulled Martha to the edge of the bed, with one leg on the bed and the other resting on the
floor, on the carpet that was right under the bed and around it. From that position, Chiemeka thrusted
slowly at first giving her time to adjust to the position before intensifying his thrusts. He reached for the
cocaine and smeared the condom yet again.

“Whatever you are doing, keep doing!” Martha said when she felt the thrusts feeling change. The slight
roughness from the cocaine powder was adding the pleasurable sensations such that her vagina made
sudden spasms that made the experience ecstatic.

Chiemeka felt like ejaculating when Martha did powerful kegels such that he slowed his thrusts and finally
stopped thrusting. However, Martha began to do very strong kegels that felt like she was milking the penis
until Chiemeka could no longer resist the sensations. He let go and ejaculated hard. The way Martha was
using her vagina to milk his penis made his urethra felt like it was exploding when he ejaculated such that
he suddenly farted.

Martha intensified the kegels choosing to also give him maximum pleasure. The feeling made Chiemeka
ejaculate so hard such that he temporarily saw darkness. Martha intensified the kegels completely milking
him as he lost control of himself and collapsed on top of her.

However, Martha did not stop there, she continued to do kegels such that just when Chiemeka was
beginning to lose his election, he regained it and felt his penis getting harder and harder inside the
condom.

“Honey, let me wear another condom.” Chiemeka told Martha.

However, Martha ignored that and began to gyrate her hips. She intensified her kegels and said, “Fuck
me, don’t get it out.”

“The condom might break.” Chiemeka said.

“Next time, we will not use a condom. That dick is so nice I need it another time. Ok, wear another
condom.” Martha told Chiemeka.

Chiemeka quickly reached for another condom and wore it. However, before he would even think of
smearing it with cocaine, Martha grabbed the penis and directed it into her vagina as she lay there for
Chiemeka to penetrate her from behind, with one leg on the floor, and the other on the bed. Chiemeka
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 Chiemeka tried to pause in order to reach for the drugs but Martha got wilder. She quickly turned around
like a gymnastics expert. Her flexibility took Chiemeka by surprise as she simply rolled around and all the
while, making sure the penis does not slip out of her vagina. She then pulled Chiemeka onto the bed,
rolled with him again, pinned him down and began to ride his dick.

Cheimeka held her by her buttocks and helped her rise up and down. She was really enjoying it. She
pressed her buttocks hard against his body, feeling the entire penis inside her vagina until it was pressing
hard against her cervix, until it was reaching her cul-des-suc.

Martha then began to scream as she also began to gently claw Chiemeka’s chest. She held him by his neck,
screamed, looked at him with a malevolent look like she wanted to kill him while on top and then twisted
her hips so hard such that for a while, Chiemeka felt like she intended to break his penis. He tried to hold
her by her waist to control her but she pinned him down and subdued him.

Martha gyrated her hips wildly. With each turn, Chiemeka felt like she wanted to uproot the penis on its
base. She then reached for his testicles and pressed them gently, enough to cause some slight pain but
the feeling was also pleasurable to Chiemeka. She massaged the testicles for a while, tapped them gently,
pulled them gently, looked at Chiemeka, smiled and said, “Oh! Boy! You have them big balls!”

Cheimeka smiled as Martha pushed herself so hard against him like she intended to crush his testicles
with her buttocks. She even raised his legs phoenix style, then got her legs intertwined with his legs
scissors style and then proceeded to ride his dick like she was the one fucking him. The feeling was so
pleasurable for Cheimeka as he had never met a woman with such absolute physical control. She even
rocked her entire body up and down, back and forth as if she was the one thrusting. She even held his leg
and pressed it hard against her chest, the feeling of her breasts on his leg made Chiemeka really enjoy.

Martha then began to caress Chiemeka’s chest, then settled for his nipples and then intensified her riding
and kegels driving Chiemeka over the edge such that he ejaculated suddenly with no control over his own
pleasure. Martha also caressed her own clitoris and pressed her breasts hard against his muscular leg
driving herself over the edge. She also got a very strong orgasm that made her scream before suddenly
collapsing away from Chiemeka. She ended up rolling down the bed until she got herself on the floor, lay
there and remained silent.

Chiemeka relaxed on the bed wondering: what kind of a woman did I get myself involved with?
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