Muse Guide

Poet's corner: entry

<p dir="ltr">Technically you are</p>
<p dir="ltr">Moremi's gold is lost, <br>
Yes,<br>
The desperate search Is on, <br>
Yes,<br>
Every nook and cranny they scoured, <br>
Yes, <br>
Only to reach a twist when they reached yours<br>
Yes,<br>
Though you claimed innocence, <br>
Yes, <br>
But the gold is found In your stead, <br>
Yes, <br>
Technically you are a thief then. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The evil we begrudge is on the run, <br>
Yes, <br>
Then did we hope peace had been restored,<br>
Yes, <br>
We'd then lull in our homes, self assured,<br>
Yes<br>
Salivating upon the nobly peace that dawned on us, <br>
Yes, <br>
But then evil re-rose from an unknown cradle,<br>
Yes, <br>
Hoppity in helter we scattered for cover, <br>
Yes, <br>
Though we'd blame evil for our mishap, <br>
Yes,<br>
Technically we are the fools then. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I had seen our fathers born into this suffering,<br>
Yes, <br>
They lull in Fella's subservience by suffering and smiling,<br>
Yes, <br>
they brought forth our generation and tagged us an hopeful ones, <br>
Yes, <br>
Yet, the suffering mounted an exponential sorjourn.<br>
Yes, <br>
When such hope had been dashed a blow of knock out, <br>
Yes, <br>
Yet we still parade ourselves as our future leaders, <br>
Yes, <br>
Technically we are nothing but criminals.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But this noble man painted his tongue in honey, <br>
Yes, <br>
His words gained some rare adulatory wings,<br>
Yes, <br>
He sings without drums and coins music from mere words, <br>
Yes, <br>
He without doubt makes the hearts of men melt, <br>
Yes, <br>
Listen to him to become the fool,<br>
Yes,<br>
Technically a poet is nothing but a liar then. <br>
Abd-afeez Abd-hamid</p>
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Poet's corner: entry

Technically you are Moremi's gold is lost, Yes, The desperate search Is on, Yes, Every nook and cranny they scoured, Yes, Only to...

A Funny Nightmare....

<span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">A Funny Nightmare...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">I'm Tombs Timba, this is my last dream before I hypnotized myself against further dreams. It was</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">on this day that I slept peacefully, I hadn't slept for five minutes before I started dreaming, It happened like this:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">I boarded a plane at Muritala International Airport, a flight bounded for Australia, happy I was leaving this very frustrating Nigeria at last, i switched on my joyous mode and activated happiness. As we were two hours into the air, the plane started swerving, the pilot lost control, people started shouting, the waitress endeared us to do our last prayer but I didn't loose hope. 'Which of the last prayer?' I thought, i with God signed a contract for a century. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;"> I stood up, carry a parachute, move straight to the window thinking I'm too young to die, i break it and jumped out, as I was coming down I thought of starting the parachute but it's not working, I pressed hard on it but it won't work and I kept falling down the altitude. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">Coming down, a big fish was opening its mouth for the supposed God sent food which is me, I suspended in air, waiting for the fish to vacate that position, suddenly an antelope with very long horns somehow appeared behind me, it knocked my butts very hard as I continue on the journey down. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">I quickly unfastened the parachute, throw it down into the fish's mouth, on throwing it, the unworkable parachute worked, it fell on the fish and it struggled with it, i landed on the parachute as well, you know dreams now, i found myself ashore, I walked straight into town to ask people which country I'm was in, they say Nigeria. "Nigeria again! Mo gbe o!!</span><br />
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", I bursted into a loud cry. <br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">#wizardcalidad</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">#Talesmen</span><br />

A Funny Nightmare....

A Funny Nightmare... I'm Tombs Timba, this is my last dream before I hypnotized myself against further dreams. It was on this day that...

RIB AND JAW....

Rib and Jaw...<br />
 Hurriedly, i rushed out of the house, my teeth still unbrushed, on trying to open the driver's door i discovered i had dropped the key inside. I roketted in like flashes of lightening stubbed my leg against a stone, i almost cried for the pain it bestows.<br />
 I progressed, it was lying there on the bed in my wife's hand; the key, this woman didnt want me out, "what?!" i shouted, she gave me a sensual gesture with her gaze, i forced the key out of her hand. I hissed, maybe she thought that's the only food men are bound to eat on earth, if money should for a day vacate my purse, she will complain, that's female being for you. I avoided her harsh facial expression, hers is viral, airborne, to be precise, if i should dare look in her i will look into many things before i go out. I stormed out once again and into the car, Junior was already beside the second door as he headlonged in too, i looked at him, he smiled, i'm not sure he even took his bath courtesy of my threat of leaving him behind, with a look of eyes soaked with pity, "God saves you", i commented. Someone was trying to gain my attention from the inside, and there is surely one person inside so i took to deaf-dumb theory as i drove off.<br />
 I sped on the main road, my speedometer was dancing 90 in km/hr, i wouldn't mind my instantenous acceleration.<br />
Then suddenly, a motorcyclist was dashing headon towards me, the driver, a seemingly hungry man tired of life with the way he looked. His speed was not encouraging as well, even if i were to be a toddler on bicycle, the situation still shall hold, and before i could manouvre my steer wheel, he crashed into me. 'Gboooooooooooa!'. I was thunderstrucked, i jumped out of the car, agape stood my gob.<br />
 Within a twinkle of an eye, a mob had gathered, my mind was throbbing, Junior was crying, i was afraid if the crowd wont lynched me so i off my shoes forgetting Junior and talked to my heels, some faction followed suit, i dashed into a nearby market and they wouldn't back off, elephant-me couldn't run faster and with time they caught me, a hard strike landed on my cheek, it almost dislocated my jaw, my eyes flashed, "give me my son", i shouted, they dragged me along as i've created another scene already, series of questions i couldn't comprehend, not like they're speaking spanish but its not just entering my ears. They've rushed him to the hospital on getting to the place of accident, my son and my car had disappeared, people started blaming me for absconding, thank God, everyone was made to believe the cyclist was at fault, i looked into the face of the man that slapped me, "ehn! You made us run too much", he said.<br />
 I sacrificed all of my hurriedness to a very longtime patience going to the hospital, if not for the victim but for my son and car.<br />
 "He said he's tired of life", the doctor reported, i almost cried,<br />
"this ignorant has caused me a lot", i went to his ward to see him, i was told he had a broken rib and jaw.<br />
"i'm so sorry sir", he reproached.<br />
Had i know, i wouldn't be in such a hurry.<br />
#wizardcalidad<br />
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RIB AND JAW....

Rib and Jaw... Hurriedly, i rushed out of the house, my teeth still unbrushed, on trying to open the driver's door i discovered i had ...

Head over heels......

Head over heels...<br />
 After 6years of his disappearance, Tombs was back in the hood, who knows where he had gone to all these while, probably, prison, who cares! I met him along an Allen towards Judge Akinbode street. I initially planned to ignore him but he greeted me with greater hospitality, it looks like we've been friends before he left but NO, we're one of the greatest enemy.<br />
 Back then, this naughty guy will abuse all girls, bully all boys and caused trouble around the school.<br />
Oneday, don't know why he picked on me, anything I do was wrong to him, he will abuse me that I'm too fat for him to date, that I'm this and that, there was a day he slapped me for talking back at him and that day he nearly disgraced me as he was meant to tore my uniform but glory be to God on this faithful day.<br />
 He called me on phone saying he needed to see me, i reluctantly gave him my number the day we bumped into one another due to his hospitality. I was like 'why will he want to see me', I was optimistic to know why, i went to the directed place and met him sitting, then he started the trash,"....that's all I've gat in my heart, I've poured it all, please accept me, i love you"....it was like I'm hearing those words for the first time, so surprised, 'Tombs wooed me', wonders that seized to end, i rejected him immediately. After his departure,  my heart began to pound, even if I'll fall but it mustn't be him, why this feelings,i trained my heart to be strong enough.<br />
 He made several attempts to get me but I kept slipping from his supposed grip, then a day came, he appeared in our house and I've been avoiding him, i was separating yam flour from it's shaft, the anxiety grew so tall in me that i poured a quantity of the shaft on him, made him all white, he looked straight into me and said, "anyway, it's an atonement for my past deeds, i won't stop loving you", he turned to leave as I couldn't hold the emotions in me, i pulled back his sleeves and hugged him with his dirty cloth, who cares!. Someone I could barely stay beside in the past as now turn to a lust for my lonely days.<br />
#wizardcalidad<br />
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Head over heels......

Head over heels... After 6years of his disappearance, Tombs was back in the hood, who knows where he had gone to all these while, probably...

The Dark Regret..

A Dark Regret...<br />
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Sick and dying, in my nonagenarian years.<br />
"How did you come to have your right leg amputated Dad?" My son asked, as he stared at my leg.<br />
I knew my days are numbered already, its time to let out the truth I have kept in all this while as to how I lost a leg.<br />
"I'll tell you of that story. It was a regretful one." I said, as I gave a long sigh.<br />
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I had two years of rigorous training in Black Shadow's Camp,  about fourty two years ago was just like yesterday.<br />
Twenty five of us were admitted, only six qualified to be called modern killers; Assassins.<br />
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 On my induction day, El-Jeffe- our commander called me, "Hawkin Dawkin" (as that was my code name), he stretched his hand to give me a portrait.<br />
"That's your first assignment", I was shocked on seeing the picture. "Yes, it's the newly elected president, he defuncted from the party that helped him in and he's now a thorn in their throat, they want him dead", though there is dareness and desperation in my eyes, yet I felt pity for the man, i stand to loose nothing, death is imminent for all, so we're never afraid but the whole nation will mourn.<br />
"There would be a conference tomorrow at 'Hawk's Square', seize the opportunity and do it".<br />
...<br />
 I was at Hawk's Square so early, to study well the environment and the reasonable perimeter. I was sure I got it all covered.<br />
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 At exactly 1200hr, the President arrived, he was a man of integrity, he took to time but my job is a must do. At quarter past 1200hr, two bullets pierced his chest and head, there is hullabaloo, everyone run in anarchy. I quickly switched my position as was planned for my escape, and as I was getting away, trying to scale through a gate, I got shot on the leg. Immediately, I slewed around in pain and shot the guy. Two other securities charged at me but I somehow escaped, don't ask me how, it's my profession.<br />
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The President died.<br />
I assassinated him.<br />
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I couldn't leave the uncompleted building somewhere in a bushy hide out. Police were all over searching for me. Did first aid as was taught, but could not get the bullet out on my own; I needed the hospital. I stopped the blood, use all the tranquilizers with me to drug myself to sleep. My dream was full of nightmares, I kept on seeing the dead president face, I still see him atimes in my dream till now, always staring at me.<br />
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Two days after hiding, I manage to find my way out without been spotted. I traveled a long deal to this country, and then at the hospital, it was told me my leg needed amputating, its been infected.<br />
Had no choice, I was dying. I lost my leg, but I gained my conscience.<br />
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I quitted after my first assignment, I never return home; no Black Shadow, just regret... Thick dark regret.<br />
#wizardcalidad<br />
#Talesmen<br />
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The Dark Regret..

A Dark Regret... Sick and dying, in my nonagenarian years. "How did you come to have your right leg amputated Dad?" My son as...

Ripped..

Ripped...<br />
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A price tag on my heart,<br />
who'll buy a torn apart?<br />
the bell of this my part<br />
again won't warn of attack<br />
and summon my form to arm<br />
if war screeches a pitched alarm.<br />
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Already, itself is ripped apart<br />
be it self-destruct or evil cast<br />
as terrific-love approaches skillfully aghast<br />
should've block'd my way, as it nimbly alert,<br />
mend the gate, heaped protection amass,<br />
or it spoil the day; t'was made of glass.<br />
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Seems so near; very afar,<br />
splitted into pieces, several parts<br />
in need of someone so nice and pleasant<br />
to gather my heart that was shattered<br />
like some veals are brought from meats of calf.<br />
It's me, my Lion's heart was ripped apart.<br />
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This time around,<br />
happiness bowed at sadness feet;<br />
psychological attack,<br />
it struggled out of insanity world;<br />
sanity on errands,<br />
inhumane's that love, one given but ne'er earned.<br />
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Wizard Calidad<br />
#BIS<br />
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Ripped..

Ripped... . A price tag on my heart, who'll buy a torn apart? the bell of this my part again won't warn of attack and summon m...

The natural order 2

<p dir="ltr">The natural order 2</p>
<p dir="ltr">This is the second installment to the series of three. The first installment was about cause and effect and the reference story was a "bam bam" story written by John Jako, and here same story would be referenced but won't be in full text to avoid repetition, kindly re read the first installment in case you missed it, so you can tag along this essay well. <br>
Today we will be talking about action and reaction. In creative writing the natural order of action and reaction, is unlike cause and effect, because it is based on the choice of actions of the story characters rather than events or motives of the characters. The truth is, the best order is action first before reaction. <br>
Now back to John Jako story titled "bam bam" John story climax was a perfect example of action and reaction. In the climax, the lady Anwulika who so much believed in her wit took the decision of acting first -the action-backed by attempting to shoot Don, however she had miscalculated and hence she fired an unloaded gun. However John who witnessed such gruesome attempt had to respond -the reaction- and bam bam, he pulled the trigger that killed Amwulika.<br>
Actions and reactions sometimes could not always be  turn by turn issues in certain stories, in other stories, they run so concurrently that you won't even be sure which is the action or which is the reaction. However the most rational thing is to keep the order and avoid placing an obvious reaction first before action. That way the clumsy way of trying to justify a reaction afterwards will not only be clumsy but will drive your story writing more towards telling than showing.<br>
In the next installment we will discuss how to exploit the natural order as a tool to write amazing stories, natural order not only smoothen your stories but also strengthen your plots. The next installment will extensively tell on how to exploit the entirety of cause and effect, and action and reaction to ensure the composure of magical stories always, as these tools are the magical ingredients essential for an outstanding build up in stories. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Abd-afeez Abd-hamid for the museguide team.</p>
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The natural order 2

The natural order 2 This is the second installment to the series of three. The first installment was about cause and effect and the referen...

POLIHISS

It is sad that the polihiss claim to be our friend<div>
But to what end?</div>
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Heartbreaking, is that they daily trade us with a kiss while we hiss.</div>
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In a crime scene they runaway and takeoff their uniforms for criminals to perform</div>
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They extort the masses and brutally assault us like their riffles</div>
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They break the laws with no warrant and even sell their conscience to the highest bidder.</div>
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Who says bail is free then I will hail.</div>
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Who says you can go and complain about a matter without pay?</div>
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Who says the polihiss are intelligent in their ignorance? </div>
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What kind of friend will bring you to this sad end?</div>
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Akobadaba Olorun Majari o!</div>
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Specially dedicated to Victor Silas of Q & Q Services, Port Harcourt who have been missing for the past 7months during an official duty and the Polihiss are at it as usual.</div>
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#‎GodsonOsarenrensArtandLiterature‬</div>
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POLIHISS

It is sad that the polihiss claim to be our friend But to what end? Heartbreaking, is that they daily trade us with a kiss while we hiss....

Eleyele, My hood 2

Eleyele, My hood...<br />
(the good, the bad, the weird)<br />
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Vol 2.<br />
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 The street is old, longlife to the street but i grew up to meet up with the street around 1998, then i was 10 years of age. My first memorable experience on the street was the day i was sent on an errand by my grandma, she sent me 'kulikuli' to battle her cassava flakes 'garri' for the afternoon. It was a #20 note and I'm to buy #5 kulikuli, seriously, #5 kulikuli is almost in fifteen pieces, it's a lot for an old woman, probably she's going to share it amongst my siblings and I. Infact, then, #20 can cook an okra soup 'Ila alasepo'. On my way there, two older guys approached me as if they were friends of my unborn elder brother,<br />
"how far now? What's your name? ",they greeted and I responded, one was patting and rubbing my back while the other shaking me vigorously,<br />
"how nice of them" i thought to myself. They left shortly after. On getting to the kulikuli seller, i quickly pick one for testing as i know she will surely remove it from the quantity I'm buying, picked another and another, making three that i picked, she tied the remaining into a small polythene bag for me, i eagerly extended my hand into my embracing pocket, and money was like, "check here, i'm here" i roamed around my multi-pocket short with no avail,<br />
"Where is the money? "a question for an empty answer. The woman skimmed through me head to toe like I'm a standing dumping site, she thought i was pulling tricks, she drew her cane, pulled my sleeves, i shouted and fought to get loose, she's  more powerful then(come on, not now again).<br />
She flogged me like 5 times and collect the already wrapped one with me, i cried home.<br />
 On my way back, i saw those two guys again, they were smiling, i knew what they did and i still could recognize them perfectly even up till date as many of them were still tussling with such an unworthy style of living.<br />
Bitterly i wept on my way home, probably because i was cheated by those goons or being beaten by the kulikuli seller or the awaiting punishment i might received from grandma. On that very day, only Judas could narrate a more sour experience.<br />
 I grow wiser than the day inorder to live up to the street, there are special lessons we learnt from the street, no matter the condition, the street preaches loyalty, mind you, being loyal doesn't necessarily meant you're truthful, you can be loyal to an evil wills, bad habits and weird ideologies.<br />
It thought us to be so steadfast, no condition as ever being permanent.<br />
 Up till our JSS2 days, during Ramadan(muslims' fasting month), after a playfully contented day, we felt so exhausted and the fact that God is never wicked, especially to children, we drunk or let me say sup some reasonable amount of water to hydrate our dehydrated immune. Since food wasn't involved, God can still overlook water, what a believe?. Then a day came, the street gave us an alternative, Sega came around, not many of us are fans of nitendo, Sega entered into our hood and became our food as it captive our minds.<br />
 That was when we substituted our childish sin for Sega, without even knowing that the love of Sega is the root of punishment. The game vendor became our new apostle and his crusade is where you'll see all youths.<br />
 The nemesis that came around with Sega Interactive Superstar Deluxe shall be emphasized in the next episode.<br />
Thanks for following<br />
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Wizard Calidad<br />
©2016<br />
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Eleyele, My hood 2

Eleyele, My hood... (the good, the bad, the weird) . Vol 2. . The street is old, longlife to the street but i grew up to meet up with ...

The Assist King...

Assist King...<br />
 Yes, they say when things actually fall apart, centres would no more hold, my heart already has fallen and it's not occupying it's former centroid.<br />
 When I say assist King people would think of Mesut Özil of Real Madrid who assisted Cristiano Ronaldo to Ballon D'or with 45goals, so when you're doing similar greater things for someone else who only take the credits like Ronaldo and you Özil with no recognition.<br />
 I have a lot of money, I bought her ferrari while I'm driving Camry LE, she's using BB Porche while I'm using Techo Android, if people should talk about me being a fool, I would say it's love. The last I did and regretted, she said she loves me and want marriage, I said 'okay', and asked to see her parents. We chose a date but she insisted on buying a diamond ring at first, in preparing ahead of our event.<br />
  Believe me. Last Saturday, a faithful brother rushed to my house showing me an invitation card with direction of venue, to my utmost amazement it was my beloved spouse having a wedding with another man. I helplessly rushed down to the venue. I entered and shouted, "Stop this right now, she's my spouse", everyone set their gaze on me surprisingly, and my supposed spouse commented, "Pastor don't mind him, he's only an 'Assist King', my heaven-sent Ozil, everyone bursted into laughter as I fainted. I'm still on my sickbed.<br />
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wizard calidad<br />
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The Assist King...

Assist King... Yes, they say when things actually fall apart, centres would no more hold, my heart already has fallen and it's not occ...

El Chapo, the legendary druglord 3

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3.<br />
 Conflict with the Tijuana Cartel: 1989–1993<br />
 When Félix Gallardo was arrested, the Tijuana corridor was handed over to the Arellano Félix brothers, Jesús Labra Áviles (alias "El Chuy"), and Javier Caro Payán (alias "El Doctor"), cousin of the former Guadalajara Cartel leader Rafael Caro Quintero. In fears of a coup, however, Caro Payán fled to Canada and was later arrested. Guzmán and the rest of the Sinaloa Cartel leaders consequently grew angry at the Arellano Félix clan about this. In 1989, Guzmán sent Armando López (alias "El Rayo"), one of his most trusted men, to speak with the Arellano Félix clan in Tijuana. Before he had a chance to speak face-to-face with them, López was<br />
killed by Ramón Arellano Félix. The corpse was disposed in the outskirts of the city and the Tijuana Cartel ordered a hit on the remaining members of the López family to prevent future reprisals. That same year, the Arellano Félix brothers sent the Venezuelan drug trafficker Enrique Rafael Clavel Moreno to infiltrate Palma's family and seduce his wife Guadalupe Leija Serrano. After convincing her to withdraw US$7 million from one of Palma's bank accounts in San Diego, California, Clavel beheaded her and sent her head to Palma in a box. It was known as the first beheading linked to the drug trade in Mexico. Two weeks later, Clavel killed Palma's children, Héctor (aged 5) and Nataly (aged 4), by throwing them off a bridge in Venezuela. Palma retaliated by sending his men to kill Clavel while he was in prison. In 1991, Ramón killed another Sinaloa Cartel associate, Rigoberto Campos Salcido (alias "El Rigo"), prompting bigger conflicts with Guzmán. In early 1992, a Tijuana Cartel-affiliated and San Diego-based gang known as Calle Treinta kidnapped six of Guzmán’s men in Tijuana, tortured them to attain information, and then shot them execution-style in the backs of their heads. Their bodies were dumped on the outskirts of the city. Shortly after the attack, a car bomb exploded outside one of Guzmán’s properties in Culiacán. No injuries were reported, but the drug lord became fully aware of the intended message.<br />
Guzmán and Palma struck back against the Arellano Félix brothers (Tijuana Cartel) with nine killings on 3 September 1992 in Iguala; among the dead were lawyers and family members of Félix Gallardo, who was also believed to have orchestrated the attack against Palma's family.<br />
Mexico's Attorney General formed a special unit to look into the killings, but the investigation was called off after the unit found that Guzmán had paid off some of the top police officials in Mexico with $10 million, according to police reports and confessions of former police officers.  In November 1992, gunmen of Arellano Félix attempted to kill Guzmán as he was traveling in a vehicle through the streets of Guadalajara. Ramón and at least four of his henchmen shot at the moving vehicle with AK-47 rifles, but the drug lord managed to escape unharmed. The attack forced Guzmán to leave Guadalajara and live under a false name under fears of future attacks.<br />
He and Palma, however, responded to the assassination attempt in a similar fashion; several days later, on 8 November 1992, a large commando of the Sinaloa Cartel posing as policemen stormed the Christine discothèque in Puerto Vallarta, spotted Ramón and Francisco Javier Arellano Félix, and opened fire at them. The shooting lasted for at least eight minutes, and more than 1,000 rounds were fired by both Guzmán's and Arellano Félix's gunmen. Six people were killed in the shootout, but the Arellano Félix brothers were in the restroom when the raid started and reportedly escaped through an air-conditioning duct before leaving the scene in one of their vehicles. On 9 and 10 December 1992, four alleged associates of Félix<br />
Gallardo were killed. The antagonism between Guzmán's Sinaloa Cartel and the Arellano Félix clan left several more dead and was accompanied by violent acts in the states of Baja California, Sonora, Sinaloa, Durango, Jalisco, Guerrero, Michoacán and Oaxaca.<br />
The war between both groups continued for six more months, yet none of their respective leaders was killed. In mid-1993, the Arellano Félix clan sent their top gunmen on a final mission to<br />
kill Guzmán in Guadalajara, where he moved around frequently to avoid any possible attacks. Having no success, the Tijuana Cartel hitmen decided to return to Baja California on 24 May<br />
1993. As Francisco Javier was at the Guadalajara International Airport booking his flight to Tijuana, informant tips notified him<br />
that Guzmán was at the airport parking lot awaiting a flight to Puerto Vallarta. Having spotted the white Mercury Grand Marquis car where Guzmán was thought to be hiding, about 20 gunmen of the Tijuana Cartel descended from three Jeep-like vehicles and opened fire at around 4:10 p.m. However, the drug lord was inside a green Buick sedan a short distance from the target. Inside the Mercury Grand Marquis was the Cardinal and Archbishop of Guadalajara Juan Jesús Posadas Ocampo, who died at the scene from fourteen gunshot wounds. Six other people, including the cardinal's chauffeur, were caught in the crossfire and killed. Amidst the shootout and confusion, Guzmán escaped in a taxi and headed to one of his safe houses in Bugambilias, a neighborhood 20 minutes away from the airport. News of the death of the cardinal quickly circulated across Mexico and the rest of the world.

El Chapo, the legendary druglord 3

3. Conflict with the Tijuana Cartel: 1989–1993 When Félix Gallardo was arrested, the Tijuana corridor was handed over to the Arellano...

A SMILE LIE LISA'S

A smile like Lisa's Is an expensive jewel seen on many few Running tumbling down Hot liquid balls behind every smile Poison is somew...

Ajé...

Ajé...<br />
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With a bleary eye<br />
you can see a weary mile<br />
evil may thread on wisdom aisle,<br />
Who cares? Not me, myself and I.<br />
Ill-wills only distressed me and give me bile<br />
borrow me wisdom for my morrow to smile<br />
my yester-banes still are on the pile<br />
imbibed, revived, revised, in a file.<br />
Money they say makes the globe whirl,<br />
tell it to come my way more than awhile,<br />
in fold at my feet flows like Egypt and Nile,<br />
one that any coherent sewage of life won't defiles,<br />
but now in my path it's departing, not coming, why?<br />
Apart from a walk-through in my apartment, it hasn't arrived.<br />
Let it shine, let it rain, let it come into my life.<br />
Then Devil visited, pledged to raise my height,<br />
with an earsplitting voice, his gob reeks vile.<br />
If it should pull me in; fire is nigh,<br />
if I let go this chance; I may go senile,<br />
how to feed my hunger?; A litany to be wise,<br />
I plan to woo on, till 'Ajé' chooses me as wife,<br />
Evil and down line wager, they cast a die,<br />
I'll fail has the largest stake, funeral in pyre,<br />
they'd suspire sadly, reproach while they sigh,<br />
As I stitch once and save nine.<br />
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Wizard Calidad<br />
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Ajé...

Ajé... .................... With a bleary eye you can see a weary mile evil may thread on wisdom aisle, Who cares? Not me, myself and I...

BREAD WINNERS

Littering the streets are bread winners Sent out like Jehovah witness preachers To win our pockets for their thirst. Some of them are l...

It's my life....

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The reasons </div>
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why so many </div>
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My biddings</div>
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like tides against ferry,</div>
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But I'm chilling,</div>
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in disguise I merry</div>
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in dreams I'm served meals</div>
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He said I'm dicing </div>
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celebrating in mediocrity</div>
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'a nuisance', were I mealed</div>
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They keep slaying</div>
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on my neck like Jerry</div>
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Hey Tom!, unknowingly you're killing me</div>
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Devil smiling </div>
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for you to biff my gaze, make it bleary</div>
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Are you rich enough for my ill-bill?</div>
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in cash, kinds, provide abundantly,</div>
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please provide for all my needs</div>
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God willing</div>
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It's never a multi choice for me </div>
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But towards achieving </div>
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Is all this effort I pull'd, seems weary?</div>
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It's still a means, though so mean.</div>
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It's my life....

It's my life... ... The reasons why so many gave up on me The feelings that gathers aplenty have manifested in me ...

Mosquitoes; Dear Rats

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yet his body won't tear, "he's of iron claddings I think", a senior mosquito will say, well I never gave up, i am the leader of the mosquitoes vanguard, I called my executives, yes, 'executives',  we're those that sucks without whining, so it will be difficult for anyone to applaud our lives out of our body, to us, 'applause' is never a compliment, it's a term we used for death colleagues.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">"I have a way of sucking out blood out of that Man's Vein, I have a plan", many hissed in 'mosquitian', "mtchewwwnnn", it's like they saw no wayforward in my supposed plan, without a bit of discouragement, i progressed, "I plan to sought for the king of Parasitic World's help, the big Rat, that's the name we call him, he lives in a cranny below the man's kitchen-store wall with his family, he would be eager to help because of the recent loss of three of his sons to the man's trap". I remember that day, i almost laughed seeing someone in anguish because of the funny scene, it's like a gum on a thick paper, a rat stuck to it, a brother quickly rushed to help, he tried to pull the brother out of the sticky paper till himself fell on the same paper and also got stucked. Another brother that always claim to be very strong tried out of stupidity to pull both out of trap at the same time, that was the funniest of the scene as he got his chest stucked and cried out like a baby chick, we laughed and the blood we managed to suck overnight spilled out of our bellies only to disperse inside a cup of water, that was when our happiness got transformed to sadness like a shit in breakfast as we dispatched with frowned countenances.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">Three days later, we were in front of 'Big Rat', he was eager to help, the plan was to eat the man's foot while sleeping, to make it easy, the job on our part is to suck oil and honey from the kitchen's cabinet and smeared it over the man's foot so as to make it easier for the rat to eat the skin and expose his blood cells for us to suck. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">On our mission, unfortunately, three of us were applauded (you remember I said to applause is to die) but we succeeded in the mission. We retreated for hours in agog for good news from the 'Big Rat'. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">Three hours passed with no news so we set out to check out ourselves only to find the 'Big Rat's' dead body lying helplessly. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">..Wizard Calidad™..</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: DroidSans, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18px;">©2015</span>

Mosquitoes; Dear Rats

He's an Iron man indeed as our proboscis couldn't pierce his leader-like skin, I 've severally used my diamond studded probosc...

THE FIRE IN ME

For Soweto<div>
My blood spilled and splashed</div>
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Littering our streets and its curves.</div>
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Thousands of my kind stood up</div>
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Radically against these devilish kind,</div>
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Whose claws were certified to scratch</div>
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Every pigment called black off our flesh.</div>
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In their dungeon, our dwellings</div>
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And they wouldn't let go</div>
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Unless I accept their evil mark.</div>
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But for freedom, sweet freedom</div>
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Many years looked like few days</div>
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Until the waters were freely drawn</div>
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Then, I drank from freedom streams.</div>
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Specially Dedicated to Late Dr. Nelson Mandela "Mandiba", Freedom fighter and Ex-President of South Africa.</div>
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THE FIRE IN ME

For Soweto My blood spilled and splashed Littering our streets and its curves. Thousands of my kind stood up Radically against these ...

On The Deadly Ground......

On The Deadly Ground...<br />
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 So damaged, shouldn't we retreat?<br />
With conjoint'd blood of kiths and I, let's ink it,<br />
I wont rest, still with little touch of life in me,<br />
let's wield our quill before their spiking hilts,<br />
their Persian shant subdue all of our greece.<br />
Against their steel troops our striking blades were so weak,<br />
their fleets would smear our blood on their feets,<br />
some might drink from it, as they've won our grits,<br />
it's too many injured men, we succumb to defeat.<br />
You've won! The victory is yours, we can see,<br />
you welled up well our folks blood, out of deceit,<br />
rearguard we shall safeguard our retreat,<br />
as out of life, many a kith and kin had been dismissed.<br />
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Out of our throats they got blood spilled,<br />
with brazen swords from sinful coats they killed,<br />
left our kins in cold blood, they spare not our childe,<br />
reds over land, reds on wound'd parts, we're so drilled,<br />
many bleeds, chilly bloods flowing down our street,<br />
the fort with which we multiply forces was levelled to a field,<br />
our very own blood had our sand to fill-<br />
and trails of its sorrowful path accompanied we that lived-<br />
as we trampled on formed bleeds back to our siege.<br />
Dearest home keepers' griev'd on seeing the evil treaty,<br />
they fear'd as it haul'd their fold to thrill,<br />
their habitual faith wont duly oblige to the ill deal.<br />
Staying hither, their ilks envisaged not what we strifed with<br />
when our brethens gore rugged the soil as it sinked so deep.<br />
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On The Deadly Ground......

On The Deadly Ground... ... So damaged, shouldn't we retreat? With conjoint'd blood of kiths and I, let's ink it, I wont re...

El Chapo, the villain2

El Chapo; The Villain 2<br />
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El Chapo Initial stages in organized crime....<br />
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During the 1980s, the leading crime syndicate in Mexico was the Guadalajara Cartel, which was headed by Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo (alias "El Padrino" ["the Godfather"]), Rafael Caro Quintero, Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo (alias "Don Neto"), Juan José Esparragoza Moreno ( alias "El Azul" ["the Blue One"]) and others. In the 1970s, Guzmán first worked for the drug lord Héctor "El Güero" Palma by transporting drugs and overseeing their shipments from the Sierra Madre region to urban areas near the U.S.-Mexico border by aircraft. Since his initial steps in organized crime, Guzmán was ambitious and regularly pressed on his superiors to allow him to increase the share of narcotics that were smuggled across the border. The drug lord also favored a pragmatic and serious approach when doing business; if any of his drug shipments were not on time, Guzmán would simply kill the smuggler himself by shooting him in the head. Those around<br />
him learned that cheating him or going with other competitors even if they offered better prices was inconvenient. The leaders of the Guadalajara Cartel liked Guzmán's business acumen, and in the early 1980s, they introduced him to Félix Gallardo, one<br />
of the major drug lords in Mexico at that time. Guzmán first worked as a chauffeur for Félix Gallardo before he put him in charge of logistics, where Guzmán coordinated drug shipments from Colombia to Mexico by land, air, and sea.<br />
Palma, on the other hand, made sure the deliveries arrived to consumers in the United States. Guzmán soon earned enough standing and began working for Félix Gallardo directly.<br />
Throughout most of the late 1970s and early 1980s, the Mexican drug traffickers were middlemen for the Colombian drug trafficking groups, and would simply move the drugs through<br />
the U.S.-Mexico border and receive a fee for each kilogram.<br />
Mexico, however, remained a secondary route for the Colombians, given that most of the drugs trafficked by their cartels were smuggled through the Caribbean and the Florida corridor. Félix Gallardo was the leading drug baron in Mexico and friend of Juan Ramón Matta-Ballesteros, but his operations were still limited by his counterparts in South America. In the mid-1980s, however, the U.S. government increased law enforcement surveillance and put pressure on the<br />
Medellín and Cali Cartels by effectively reducing the drug trafficking operations in the Caribbean corridor. Realizing it was more profitable to hand over the operations to their Mexican counterparts, the Colombian cartels gave Félix Gallardo more<br />
control over their drug shipments. This power shift<br />
gave the Mexican organized crime groups more leverage over their Central American and South American counterparts.<br />
During the 1980s, however, the Drug Enforcement<br />
Administration (DEA) was conducting undercover groundwork in Mexico, where several of its agents worked as informants.<br />
One DEA agent, Enrique Camarena Salazar, was working as an informant and grew close to many top drug barons, including<br />
Félix Gallardo. In November 1984, the Mexican military acting on the intelligence information provided by Camarena raided a large marijuana plantation owned by the Guadalajara Cartel and known as "Rancho Búfalo". Angered by the suspected betrayal, Félix Gallardo and his men sought revenge by kidnapping, torturing, and killing the DEA agent in February 1985. Guzmán's life changed that day, according to federal agents of the DEA; the drug lord took advantage of the internal crisis to gain ground within the cartel and take over more drug trafficking operations. The death of Camarena outraged Washington, and Mexico responded by carrying out a massive manhunt to arrest those involved in the incident. In 1989, Félix Gallardo was arrested; while in prison and through a number of envoys, the drug lord called for a summit in Acapulco, Guerrero. In the conclave, Guzmán and others discussed the future of Mexico's drug trafficking and agreed to<br />
divide the territories previously owned by the Guadalajara Cartel.<br />
The Arellano Félix brothers formed the Tijuana Cartel, which controlled the Tijuana corridor and parts of Baja California; in Chihuahua state, a group controlled by Carrillo Fuentes family formed the Juárez Cartel; and the remaining faction left to Sinaloa and the Pacific Coast and formed the Sinaloa Cartel under the traffickers Ismael "El Mayo" Zambada, Palma, and Guzmán.     Guzmán was specifically incharge of the drug corridors of Tecate, Baja California,and Mexicali and San Luis Río Colorado, two border crossings<br />
that connect the states of Sonora and Baja California with the U.S. states of Arizona and California. When Félix Gallardo was arrested, Guzmán reportedly lived in Guadalajara , Jalisco for some time. One of his other centers of operation, however, was in the border city of Agua Prieta, Sonora, where he coordinated drug trafficking activities more closely. The drug lord had dozens of properties in various parts of the country. People he trusted purchased the properties for him and registered them under false names. Most of them were located in residential neighborhoods and served as stash houses for drugs, weapons, and cash. Guzmán also owned several ranches across Mexico, but most of them were located in the states of Sinaloa, Durango, Chihuahua, and Sonora, where locals working for the drug lord grew opium and marijuana.<br />
The first time Guzmán was detected by U.S. authorities for his involvement in organized crime was in 1987, when several protected witnesses testified in a U.S. court that the drug lord was in fact heading the Sinaloa Cartel. An indictment issued in the state of Arizona alleged that Guzmán had coordinated the shipment of 4,600 pounds (roughly 2 085 kg) of cannabis and 10,504 pounds (roughly 4 765 kg) of cocaine from 19 October 1987 to 18 May 1990, and had received roughly US $1.5 million in drug proceeds that were shipped back to his home state. Another indictment alleged that Guzmán earned US $100,000 for trafficking 35 tons (roughly 31.8 t) of cocaine and an unspecified amount of marijuana in a period of three years. In the border areas between Tecate and San Luis Río Colorado, Guzmán ordered his men to traffic most of the drugs overland, but also through a few aircraft. By using the so-called piecemeal strategy, in which traffickers kept drug quantities relatively low, risks were reduced. The drug lord also pioneered the use of sophisticated underground tunnels to move drugs across the border and into the United States. Aside from pioneering the tunnels, Palma and Guzmán packed cocaine into chili pepper cans under the brand Comadre before they were shipped to the U.S. by train. In return, the drug lords were paid through large suitcases filled with millions of dollars in cash. These suitcases were flown from the U.S. to Mexico City, where corrupt customs agents at the airport made sure the deliveries were not inspected. Large sums of that money were reportedly used as bribes for members of the Attorney General's Office.<br />
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El Chapo, the villain2

El Chapo; The Villain 2 .. El Chapo Initial stages in organized crime.... .. During the 1980s, the leading crime syndicate in Mexico was...