Oyama: Her Story

CHAPTER 66

It’s the next day, me and Lucas are walking to the old man’s house with 35k in an envelop inside a bag Lucas is holding, as we speak we have a tow truck on its way, to take it to the garage where one Lucas’ boys will pump life back into the car. As we speak, Tips is also going to buy his Taxi after this, we are flat broke.
Yerr, never thought, I would be back here.
But hey spend money to make money am I right?
We walk to the gate and Uncle is smoking a cigarette, “Ja bafans” he says.
“Sho, Uncle, re ka tsena?”(Uncle, can we enter) I ask.
He points the way, we walk inside, his house is what you’d expect from an OG, it smells like Nicotine and wet wood.
We walk in and sit the money down onto the table, he counts it, 3 times before he nods and hands us the registration, “Le tsware shap di karre”(Handle it well this car) he says.
“Ska wara Uncle” I say as he hands us the keys as well.
We walk outside and our tow truck is here, “Lucas make sure it gets there, I have somewhere I need to be” I say walking out the gate and hail a taxi.
I won’t lie, I actually feel good about the way I’m dressed, I’m wearing black slacks and a white shirt covered by a black sweater, this is how I wanna look every day.
I gotta be honest, Oxfords are truly the male version of heels, I mean it grows you taller at least add an inch or 2 in your height.

Did yall know heels were actually meant for men, so their legs could lock into the stirrups of the horse saddle.

“After robot” I say.
I climb out the taxi and walk into the gym and walk up the stairs to his office, and knock, “Come in” he answers.
I open the door and he stands up, “Don” he says, I dab him up, “You ready?” he asks, wearing blue slacks, with brown loafers and a white shirt.

“So who’s gonna be there?” I ask.
“Ah some, old money guys, trust fund kids, trying to blow some money, you do well, you could own a fortune 500 company by the time the party is over” he says walking out the door.
I close the door and mockingly laugh, “You are laughing, but I’m serious, when a kid is given all he will lose it all”
We walk downstairs and walk to the back of the gym and walk to his Bentley Flying Spur, “Shit” I say.
James. I can’t stress this enough, but James is who I wanna be like, he has this swag, I mean he’s a drug dealer but you’d never suspect him to be a drug dealer ever. He has his life on lock, I mean like he said to me, the drug game is just to plug holes where there are holes and there is never any holes.
We step in the car and he pulls out, “Check it out” I show him a picture of the Citi Golf.
“Damn that shit is trash” he says.
“Bro this is a project car; we are fixing it up” I say.
“Oh my fault, I thought you were just showing me trash” he apologies.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead”
“How’d you even get in the game?” I ask.
“Why?”
“Nah, I’m just curious, I mean you a white boy, in a game that’s filled with black people”
He chuckles, “I’m a white boy that’s right” he says nodding, “Damn nobody has even called me a white boy in a long time”
“My fault”
“Nah its cool, ngekhule Mapius” he says, “At a time where crime was at an all-time high, I saw something I wasn’t supposed too” he pauses, “Its easy to have spotted me, I was the only white kid in the area, so when the cops came knocking, I followed the rules of the street and kept quiet” he says, “Then the dude who did the killing, Bra Z, he took me underneath his wing”
I nod, “Then what happened?”
“Shit, I made money for Z. I made his network, but he decided to bite the hand that’s feeding him” he says, “He tried to set me up, that’s why I always tell you, smile to the people you delivering too, ask a few small questions, so when someone tries to set you up, they’ll warn you trust me”
“So where is Z now?” I ask.
“2 shots in chest 1 in his head” he says.
I nod, I just don’t know why buy, I’m unbothered at the fact he killed someone, “Look we gotta make it back before 6 because I promised my girl I’ll still see her” I say.