MORE MEMORIES

"Boss, these packages are going to the convent. Are you sure we should... " One of my men asks unsure of what to do.

"Definitely. Business as usual. " I roar not liking very much to be asked questions about stupid things.

Business as usual to me is packing tonnes of sand along with foods for the orders we have. Some times supply is too low and demand very high and you can't afford to lose a client. But then again, even when the business is good, you still want to make the extra. Life is just sweet like that.

Most wholesalers and retailers we supply to know all too well they have to go at a loss for products we supply to them. We tell them it's like paying taxes to the government. They have to understand that.

Then there's the new clients we stumble upon every now and then like the convent today. They want thirty bags of sugar, fifty bags of rice, a hundred bags of maize and twenty bags of beans. What they won't see coming is half of the purchase will be sand and they won't hear from us again.

I don't have anything against them, I just have to have my cover business running. They'll recover from it! Those before them have. One has to survive in these streets you know. There is no-one out there who could bail you out completely free and be on their way. They'll always ask for something in return.

Ends always do justify means, right? The world won't halt for you to get your shit together so whatever you gotta do to keep alive you must do it.

"Okay set, load them up! " One of my men yells to the others.

They come rushing towards him bent down holding a corner of a sack. They stand in line.

"You boys need to shower too, ey? " I tell them not liking the stench of sweat coming from them.

They laugh a little pushing each other around teasing each other for going a week or days or months without shower.

"Right ladies, if you are done we have these bags to load up. Then I'll hear about that guy who hasn't showered since last year. I heard the fire fighters hose does a good job! " The man from earlier yells beckoning them over.

Of course they take like two seconds to laugh before readying their shoulders for a sack to be planted on. With quite thunderous 'hip hip ' a sack is on some kid's shoulder and with a groan from fifty kilograms weight, he speed walks to the truck. The sequence continues the men doing all that as if they rehearsed for it.

All good to me as long as they do my work perfectly. And good for them too when I'm in a good mood like today I pay handsomely. Someone will be motivated to bathe at least so they can charm the ladies of course. Nothing like having women all over you after a day's hard work. The pleasure is ten times the charm.

Soon they are done loading all the bags in the one huge truck. I take huge chunks of money and give each one without counting. I feel too generous today. I could make it rain money in some street. I could feed all homeless people and give cops too some money. Goodness knows they slave around for the government only to be given peanuts at the end of the month.

Why can't they just do what I do? It won't hurt much you know. But no, they'll always choose 'the greater good ' . Even when that means getting evicted from their apartments. Now I can't just walk to the station with a bag of cash and make donations to each one and I also can't just leave the bag there unnoticed.

Next thing you know it ends up in the evidence locker. If I sent money to their individual accounts , they'll find it 'suspicious ' and start investigating the matter.

Sometimes God would want to bless people but they would deny it because it doesn't have divinity all over it. It's fine, I'll keep my money to me self. I have a pretty good idea where to spend it anyway.

"Where are you heading tonight ,boss? I've heard of this new place a town over, fresh fresh stuff. Want to try it? " My lieutenant asks me.

I pretend to thing for a second but from the smirk threatening to break from his face clearly we both know I'm in.

"I'd never pass out a chance to bang new whores. " We laugh at that, "So you say a town over? "

He slaps my back lightly then nods quite frankly.

"Oh I'm sold. Take the tag off. " I say my arms stretched out.

I hope he doesn't think I want a hug. He shakes his head and starts walking away from me.

"I swear you are cut out for hell! " He says chuckling.

I freeze suddenly.

....cut out for hell.

....for hell.

....hell!

Then came the all too familiar screaming chilling my bones. I don't even have real bones!