ALL Chapters & Episodes of Street Diaries by Bloodnovskinny - Page 2

All Chapters of Street Diaries : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

80 Chapters

Violence is a behavior involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something, but poverty is the greatest violence that can be unleashed on a person or people. A hungry man is an angry man like the saying goes. Later in my life, I sat down to think if given better chances, maybe I would have made better choices. I mean I didn't dream of being a career criminal but at a point, I thought I decided there was nothing else out there for me. I and a lot of other kids like me. But the truth is somehow that choice had been made for us before we were born. We were born poor and struggling, just like our parents before us, and the same people who made us poor did everything in their power to keep us down. I, like others like me just had to do everything to break out of the chains, the chains that held us down was poverty, their very effective weapon of control. Of course, things could have gone differently. I could have gone to school, stay away from the gangs,

Blood On My Hands.

Street Diaries /Bloodnovskinny

Still in my teen years and I already got blood on my hands. I tried not to think about it so much but every time I let my mind wander, the thoughts crept into my mind. I started seeing faces, at first, I recognized these faces. I recognized their last stares, how scared they were. They were the faces of men I had shot dead, I started having nightmares, once the nightmares started they never stopped, not even now. Then the faces got so much I stopped recognizing them. If salvation was a thing I knew I was well past it, so I stopped hoping for it and started doing everything and anything it takes for me to survive and keep my family safe...as safe as possible. In this life, in Harmony city, you are never really safe.The following weeks after Fani and his crew were found dead in the desert, the war got tenser. Fakunle went on a rampage, taking a shot at everything and everyone affiliated with the Sarumky family while looking for me and Chuks.Killing Fani earned us more

A Killer's Pilgrimage.

Street Diaries /Bloodnovskinny

Zarratown is just a little town in the desert just outside of Harmony city. As the trucks drove us out of Harmony city, and I was leaving my home for the first time, I looked back and the view I saw almost made me cry, it was damn beautiful.The Alsaebun was an organization on a different level, the little town of Zarratown allowed them so much growth, the people there basically viewed them as royalty and saviors. They were involved in everything in the town, ranging from politics to religion. The town was ninety percent Muslims and this also helped the Alsaebun to gain more popularity and influence among the population. They were involved in any and every crime in the town, ranging from international coke deals to robberies, and nobody could stop them, nobody would. The trucks that took us from Harmony city suddenly halted after a three hours drive and we were greeted by some other men, they were also turbaned and carried assault rifles like the ones that took u

A Done Deal.

Street Diaries /Bloodnovskinny

It was no secret that Shurrah and I were together. There was no point trying to hide anything in that place when the Alhaj's men were everywhere at all times. I really did not care anyway, I was in love for the first time and it was beautiful. Shurrah connected with me in ways I would later in my life miss so much. It was like she knew what I thought in my mind, and for someone with a noisy mind, it made me happy, happier than I had ever been since my mother passed away.For two months we lived in the Alhaj's mansion. Eating, and relishing like kings, but like the saying goes "good things don't last long." When Zaheer came to get me, it was exactly two months after the day we left Harmony City. He walked into the room smiling from ear to ear that early morning."You've been summoned, Mr. Badur. You and your brother," he said as he opened the large windows of the room."Summoned by whom, Zaheer?" I murmured. We never saw the Alhaj again after the fir

An Agreement Made In The Dessert.

Street Diaries /Bloodnovskinny

On the way back to the mansion the Alhaj explained how he had been trying to expand his cocaine business into Harmony City because of the seaport which would make his business easier and more profitable. "The council continues to block my expansion even though I had toasted them for years. Your brother was going to open the gate for me but he cannot do that right now, and I am out of patience," he explained."An expansion now would put me and my brother in more trouble, Alhaj. The council would see it as another betrayal. I don't think I understand what you're asking me to do here.""I am asking you to wake up, kid. Your brother saw your bosses for what they really are, and he was ready to finally do something for himself. You have two choices in this life, kid. You can either be the grunt or be the fucking general! "You can continue to serve a man that does not give a fuck about you and maybe if you're lucky you'll make it to your early twenties

Uneasy Lies the Head

Street Diaries /Bloodnovskinny

The representative of the Cartel that attended the meeting was a guy named Osiel Blanco. He came to represent the matriarch of the Blanco family, who was his mother. The cartel was seeking new routes to Europe, and the corrupt nature of the country made it the perfect place to do business. This resulted in the expansion of two distinct trade routes, both of which went through West Africa. One route exported domestically produced cannabis from West Africa to South Africa, Europe, and Asia. The other trade route moved cocaine from Latin America and heroin from the Middle East and Southeast Asia to Europe and the United States. I sat with the Alhaj, Osiel and we were later joined by the Chinese. All this was moving way too fast for me to keep up. I never knew how Alhaj was able to convince these seasoned criminals to trust me, a kid... I was just a secondary school kid without any experience of the world I was being introduced into. These were world-level, very dangerous people. They c

Unions and Reunions.

Street Diaries /Bloodnovskinny

Harmony City, my home. I could hear the noise half an hour before we entered the city. The sound of people screaming and singing, and laughing. The sound of vehicles honking, motorbikes speeding and people angrily cursing one another's forebears. The sounds of babies crying, mothers screaming at their children to be careful, and fathers scolding their stubborn children. Sirens of police cars and ambulances rose in the air, those never stop for a well-known reason, a city with its total violent crime rate at 479.7. The police and the ambulances work round the clock, with the latter so corrupt it does not make any real difference. The loud sounds of men arguing, women gossiping, all mixed up to create the chaotic atmosphere of this dirty metropolis. Unlike the smell of fresh air that I enjoyed during my stay in Zarratown, the smell in Harmony City was different too. I was greeted by the familiar smell of sweat mixed with maquillage and all sorts of body lotions and creams

Amongst Family, Friends and Enemies.

Street Diaries /Bloodnovskinny

Uncle Kasali's men returned fire, but the enemy had the numbers. It wasn't long before we started to get casualties. They retreated into the farmhouse and we were all trapped. Before the situation got worse, I picked up my cell phone and made a call, something I should have done before trouble found us, but in this business, you never know who the hell to trust. People would switch up on you at any time, especially when you're in the way of their ambitionns. Honor among thieves is an illusion that would get you killed quickly, betrayal was so common it would be stupid not to expect it from everyone you deal with... I learned that the hard way. "Bandey and Morgan are down, Kasali! We didn't sign up for this much heat," one of the men shouted. He appeared to be the leader. "Well, isn't that the way this shit work, Mickey? Quit sounding like you're doing this for free, I am paying you to be here, Kasali screeched back at him. Both men appeared demoralized, the fight was

Let The War Begin!

Street Diaries /Bloodnovskinny

Baraka's words before he left the farmhouse that night were more of a prophecy, what came after then was termed the Reshuffling wars. The family leaders found out what we had planned for them before I and my brothers even returned to Harmony City. Nothing stayed secret for long in these streets, all the talk about loyalty and brotherhood was just bullshit. I recognized that fact in the early days. Betrayal is a part of the game, you should expect it, even from the ones closest to you. Being too trusting would get you killed quickly.Baraka reached out to everybody that was at the meeting in the desert, but only Maleek Kose showed up with him to the meeting. Kaz chose Giwa's grove as the meeting place. We had a family fishing cabin there, nobody would come looking."Where the hell is the rest of the team?" I asked, disappointedly."Look, kid..."Maleek started to talk but I interrupted him halfway."You will not call me that, Maleek," I said in a low tone.

Rot

Street Diaries /Bloodnovskinny

Rot, rust, decay, decomposition, corruption. These words mean a lot, in a society where nothing works for the common man, but everything works for the men at the top. A society where the men who make the laws are the first to break them, a society where honesty is so scarce, men tend to rot in their core which in turn leads to the whole society and everything in it rotting, crumbling, decaying, withering, worsening, deteriorating, and descending back to their basic and cruel nature, survival of the fittest. The futile race to get to the top where things work would be so important that they would not mind who gets hurt in the process.The car halted but I sat quietly in the back seat. I was back in downtown right where Chuks brought me to get the suits we wore to Mr. Sarumky's party. It was just some months ago and a lot had happened after that day. I found myself in a position I never thought I would be in years to come, I had not been to school since that day, and I missed m

1 2 3 4 5 6

...