CARIBBEAN CONNECTION By Enoobong Ekpo

Pushing six keys of solid cocaine from Texas to Caribean Columbia wasn’t always a big task to do. All one needed, was a clean summer boat that had a little midsection just underneath the raft. To stash the white smack. No one would ever notice it. It was as well as under the water if one wanted to pass the trouble of asking. No police agent, or even the lazy, wrecked check point drug security personnels would agree a dive down there was worth it. Even if they wanted to, they would’nt.

All ’em money thirsty, greedy knaves had lesser abilities of saying no to 100 dollar bills. And so every operation using sea route was accompanied by wads of good cash. To wet the mouths of the local policemen.

There wasn’t any drug pusher in Europe and America who didn’t know how cheap these slots in uniform were, deep and oiled in corruption. And If there was ever a man whose honesty and integrity stood out like the stars of the night sky, a ten point revolter pointed on his forehead would probably offer him the opportunity of auto correcting his brain and throwing all those nobel virtues into the trash can.

But if he was through all seen to be such a proud and stubborn saint, then the seas would drown his lifeless body up , and life would simply go on, nothing more to be seen.

The top drug dealers in Europe and the Caribbean knew the sea route was the easiest way of smuggling low stashes of narcotics out of the country. This fact was undisputable. It was normal knowledge drug dealers lived with. Any small or medium time exporter in the drug business would probably be fucked if he transported his low amount of stash by express. There’s never any cop who’s not checking the aero bags to see what’s not his business.

When they ever found the stash, then every single cop and drug agent in the city would be wrecking up that train to find the carrier. And If you’re born with so much luck you escape? Then, really, a good and laughable story about your foolishness would make up a good portion of the trending stories for the week in the drug industry, with every headline drug dealer and addict in the country setting you up as an example when describing mediocres.

You’d probably go into liquidation afterwards, with every small, medium and big drug connection of yours around the city and the country itself wounding up to the wind. No serious drug dealer would want a sniffing under cover agent around any operation of his because he was caught on camera sitting at a table in the corner of a drug hit club in the west coast of Texas sipping whisky and having a conversation with a near drug dealer suspect like you.

They’d put two tea spoons in two tea cups together and boom, the cops all busting up their quality operations and seizing huge baggings of coke and heroine everywhere. Business from there5goes sour.

But If you’re caught with the stash? Then that’s a different thing entirely. If you’re yet to be charged, or to appear before a jury, and you have got enough connection, you could get yourself an illegitimate bail, and a standby cargo ship to escape the country with. And if you pay the wages just enough? Then, no one remembers whatever goddam crime you commited that got you wound up in jail. They won’t even remember if you had even been arrested.

Yes, they undertook a drug raid in a train express the other day, but your stupid arse wasn’t on it. Infact, you wasn’t even in the country during the whole raid period. You had gone down to Africa for the funeral service of your grand mother’s best friend.

You attended the funeral, and took a few pictures at almost exactly the time the raid was carried out. You’re a good citizen, nothing more to hear. That is if you’ll promise to lay low for a goddamm while. Only the few unfortunate ones whose badluck was a death blow in disguise would wound up in front of a judge just after they had been arrested.

Theirs may have been the rare type scenarios where the government had to rush the prosecution process for the mere reason of balancing their annual report sheets that showed the number of drug dealers persecuted for the crime of pushing hard drugs and the number of those same that were convicted as against the previous year. Increased figures from the report would ultimately help the government show the citizenry that the administration was still fighting and was gradually winning the war against narcotics and hard drugs in the country.

Often, the drug industry would hear of these ill fated dealers cut in the web of government lies and citizenry’s ignorance, and they’d pity them. They knew it was a definite 20 year plus pernitery service. and In some worst case scenarios, 35 years. Nothing’s getting you outta jail before that. Unless you try to smuggle yourself out and run the risk of ending up dead.

‚Wrong thing to do man. Heard the sea was all dried up that time, they ain’t no single person snitching around for something he wouldn’t want to know,’ The prisoners would tell you, if you ever got caught, or felt like someone in prison needed to hear your story.

Little trade sea routes that led to the Caribbean sea had enough security than road, rail and air altogether, and they worked perfectly for importing or exporting coke in small keys. What one often needed to do first was secure his Caribbean connection, and make sure no word was leaked out to the local drug enforcement agencies.

If all things went well, you’d have a secured passage on the sea route to trade yourself to a good sum of dollars bills.

But if you’re unlucky? the drug agencies in the whole of Europe would be travelling the Caribbean sea route to say hello.

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