Bahama Drama February 26, 2025

Speak Up Bahamas

I never really gave it much thought until now, sitting in this Fox Hill prison cell, how everything would come crashing down the way it did.

I had it all. Fancy cars, a big house, real estate, and land spread across the Bahamas. There was nothing I couldn’t afford including paying for your head.

Unlike many in my profession, I started small, nickel-and-dime hustles, but I had something most didn’t determination. Once I figured out what made people tick, I knew I’d never be broke again.

It always came down to one thing selfish desires. Once you understood what a person truly wanted, you could use it to control them, bending their choices and behavior to your benefit.

That became my weapon, and in less than three years, I had mastered it.

It got me into college. And not just that I flourished. I was top of my classes, student leadership, president of every organization I ran for.

Then one day, my father looked at me and said, “Boy, you should get into politics. You’d make a great leader.” I wasn’t interested at first. But then he said the words that changed everything “It’s the ultimate power over people. You’d be at the top, son.”

And that was all I needed to hear.

The hunger for power was always first in my mind. And yeah, I had to destroy a lot of people to get it. But after a while, it became second nature, like riding a bike.

So I studied the political parties, their supporters, their speeches. I found the formula to make them *want* me in power.

I joined a youth political group, and like clockwork, people flocked to me just like in high school, just like in college. It didn’t even matter that I never graduated. I had just enough credits to look educated, and in politics, perception is everything.

A few years later, I became an official party member. And from there, I kept winning. Every position I ran for, I took down the competition using the same tactics, just more ruthless than before.

You could say I crippled them in ways they never saw coming. I went straight for the jugular.

I had my loyal people dig into my rivals their families, their secrets, everything that could make them unelectable. And once I had what I needed, I leaked it through the right channels. One by one, they fell.

Then came my moment. After years of playing the game, I was selected as a candidate in Nassau. And when election night came? I won by a landslide.

By then, I was already a millionaire, stacking government contracts, collecting kickbacks, playing the system like a grandmaster.

I was the man. But trust me, it came at a price millions of dollars and plenty of dead bodies.

I committed my first kill at 19. It was fast. Clean. I lured him to an empty lot near some bushes, and that’s where he stayed.

He was a friend turned enemy. Folded against me on something I needed to win in the party. And I couldn’t have that. He had to go or he’d keep voting against my shit.

I chopped him up right there in that field. Blood everywhere. But I didn’t panic. I had been planning it for months.

I guess you could say I early retired him.

Over the years, especially during election season, I ordered multiple hits. I had the right connections street gangs, hitmen. No matter where you were in the Bahamas, you weren’t far enough to escape my reach.

But then I got sloppy. Started using my personal phone for calls, thinking I was untouchable. Telegram, WhatsApp always safe before, so I thought nothing of it.

Then one morning, I heard the knock.

DEA. Local forces. Warrant in hand. Talking extradition to the U.S. if I didn’t play ball.

And well you already know how that story ends.

So let this be a cautionary tale for every politician in the Bahamas.

America is always listening.

And at this point? I can’t even argue.

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