Hello Mortals,

We’ll start this morning with a post from @Achi_va, let me know your thoughts on the story.

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DISCLAIMER: NOT HUMAN

Bastard is an understatement, bastards they all are, they don’t know a thing about what it means to be a MUCHACHO, Lord of the seven streets, took my whole life, a lot of bloodshed and a lot of heartbreaks to be on this throne. I lay on this bed now, bed ridden, so many years past, years spent in toture, murder and every other evil vices you can think of. As an orphan, Life can be cruel but the decision of life remains yours, MUCHACHO was raised by the streets, the evil & unforgiving side of the streets.

I remember David, the first real friend I made on the streets, wretched we both were, searching for sustenance, being a kid was no excuse, the next meal was never sure neither was the next  volume oxygen inhaled. Thrown into the jungle at a very young age, I could run before I could walk, could swindle before I could talk, could die before I could live.

What? You think it’s impossible? I laugh at you simpleton.

David oh David, I remember that Kid, balls of steel. There was one fault he had, he was a complete soldier, the perfect zombie, but once he considered you family, he could give his life for you. It was my first major heist, we were both 15, tired of living off the streets, ready to join the ‘HOOD’  the biggest drug kingpin of the time. Not that we knew this, oh we definitely didn’t know this. Sometimes I wonder, I wonder if I knew what I was getting myself into, I wonder if I’d have stopped, had a rethink, given hope a chance maybe, perhaps went to school, gotten a diploma and proceeded into the rat race with you all, but ney! WHY THE F@#K would I do that?

Bet you all believed that, that moment of epiphany where I suddenly realize I’m on the wrong path and change right? I was leading you on and you were all following blindly like clueless little preschoolers.

NEWSFLASH: MUCHACHO DON’T FOLLOW NOBODY’S PATH, MUCHACHO IS  HIS OWN god, MUCHACHO MAKES OWN PATH.

I still wonder if I made the right decision, not that I regret it though, MUCHACHO don’t regret shit, MUCHACHO never makes error, MUCHACHO is above mistake. I can’t quite remember what went down though, but I had to kill David, the pussy didn’t even move, didn’t shudder; sure he did shake a little, when my scrawny hands sucked the life out of him. The mission was simple, survive, only one person got out, if the two made it, it became a fight to the death, only one had to survive, I couldn’t afford to die, not just yet and of course we weren’t told. I remember FRANK, the lord of the hood then, laughing his guts off, they forced me to laugh after killing my best friend. It felt way worse than the actual killing, he didn’t move, didn’t shake, I remember the look in his eyes, and he stared at me till his last breath. How else did you think a monster like me was formed? MUCHACHO rose from the ashes of his death.

NURSE: What is wrong this man sef ehn? Don’t you know you’re supposed to be sitting down ehn

ME: ……………………………..

NURSE: ALL THESE OLD PEOPLE SEF, DO AND DIE, LET ME REST IN PEACE EHN, IF NOT THAT NNAMDI DID NOT GO TO LIBERIA EHN A……………………………….(she blabs on).

She’s been blabbing on for months, since she first started working here, it was the reason she was still alive, another reason was she looked familiar, strangely so, I couldn’t quite place it, oh f@#k, now I get it, and she reminded me of THE PREACHER’S WIFE.

The love of my life, my one true love. No soul could compare, not one, no one else could match her beauty, I could hire poets to write fables of her beauty, it’s a pity though, I tried to convince her, to stay with me, to love me like I loved her, but the BITCH cried wolf. Not that I blame her, after all I was the freaking bad wolf, she got what she deserved though, I mean how could she not love me, I get it: I’m the wolf and all that, but who wouldn’t want all this wealth, riches and power?

Well oh well, she got what she freaking deserved.

F@#K OH F@#K , this same sh#t happens every time I go down memory lane. I just remembered the last words of her husband the preacher, that bastard had balls  though, with all his mushy talk he still had the guts to tell me: ’MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL’. I allowed everyman that was supposed to die by RUBY some last words, but the cretin took it a tad bit too far, so I saved RUBY the stress, I took my pen-knife and sliced the mother@#ker’s tongue, imagine the look on his face, he couldn’t f@#king believe it, that look was priceless. All these men of God that think they can judge others tell them they’re sinners and what not. Who TF made them God? I’d have been much better being committed into the hands of the devil, because if there’s a hell, I’m so f@#king sure it cannot contain me, if I eventually get there, the devil and I will break kola and become best of friends.

I’m 65 year’s old, the ruler of the biggest crime/drug syndicate in this part of the world, you know Abacha right? Well I HATE TO BRAG BUT WE TOOK HIM OUT, I DID THAT PERSONALLY AND Y’ALL THOUGHT HE WAS BAD.

Your f@#ked up demo-crazy leaders offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse. Kill Abacha and when we get into power we stay out of your business, I gladly killed the nigga, not like he deserved to be alive anyway. Of course they went back on their promise, when I began costing ‘GOD’S OWN COUNTRY’ money, why wouldn’t they bow to their white slave masters? I’m bed-ridden, had my first stroke at 62, suffered two since then and I have no children. It’s a pity I cannot leave this fucking country for better treatment; now I’m a sad lonely man wondering when it’s all gonna end.

They managed to cage MUCHACHO, I’ll give them that, and before I forget, I have only one friend in the world, her name? RUBY. If RUBY was a woman and she was nympho, I’d f@#k her every single second of every f@#king day, just so she’s satisfied, I’d buy her diamond rings, take her anywhere she wanted, you wanna know why? She’s saved my ass more times than all the humans I’ve known in my pathetic life.

You wanna know why she could do that? Because she had nothing to lose, ruby’s soul, spirit and body belonged to me. You wanna know why? Because RUBY can’t breathe, she has nothing to lose. In all my years of leading this empire, if I was to learn one thing, it’s the fact that livings things, no matter how sired they are to you, even if they’re your own spawn, would do absolutely anything to keep breathing, once you understand this fact, no cretin could ever pull a fast one on you.

So my nurse just pulled out a pistol and pointed it straight at me and it doesn’t even compare to RUBY, it’s a pity I cannot walk or speak, she took my pen and paper some minutes back and suddenly she begins to cry. She pulls out a picture, and brings it close to my eyes, and I finally know why I recognize her, she is the spawn of the preacher and that B#TCH that didn’t love me back, she’s been talking for some minutes now, and I’m here wondering why the f@#k she hasn’t pulled the trigger, she’d have at least learnt some torture techniques. I hear a gun-shot and a smile comes across my face and in some seconds she’s drops to the floor gasping for breath, the sharp fellow comes and finishes the Job. The dude didn’t even waste time, he undressed me roughly, and laid me on my back, now the pistol pointed skillfully at my temple, we’re both looking into each other’s eyes, wondering when the f@#k he’s gonna pull the trigger.

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