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11 Apr

Jamal is an Abuja-based billionaire bachelor and businessman who works hard and parties hard. Welcome to his world.

 

Week 25

 

Monday

Pastor Phil and Chika were at my office today, and I raged at the girl, calling her foolish for daring to implicate me in her wayward affairs. “But Mr Jamal you remember that time I followed you home ba?” I told her yes, but I’m always very careful and only one woman had ever been pregnant for me and I know how I dealt with it. I ordered a DNA test immediately the baby was born and swore them to secrecy, as she said she only told the Pastor. Thank God my office walls are sound-proof.

 

Tuesday

I arrived in Sierra Leone this morning after an overnight flight in order to finalise some business, and on the way here on my jet I had a conference call with Mr Nwafor, who along with his colleagues was shaping my political ambitions. I’ve known him for 10 years now and his ambitions for my future was immense. He had rejected a political appointment on my behalf, but I told him we had to start small. “Relax Jamal, I know what I’m doing,” he said.

 

Wednesday

I returned to Abuja this afternoon and Aliyu was waiting for me at my Asokoro mansion with his wife Miriam, where they’ll be staying for some days before heading to Kaduna. They had arrived from England this morning. Zainab, Stanley and a few others were also there, and it seemed apparent that Miriam was pregnant already. Zainab and I have agreed to wait a year after marriage before having children, there’s no rush it. We all had dinner and cocktails and Aliyu and I spoke for hours into the night, and when I eventually told him about Nnenna, he couldn’t believe it. “Why?” he asked. “It was just a one-off, it won’t happen again,” I assured him.

 

Thursday

I still hadn’t heard from my mother after our visit, and Zainab was worried but I didn’t care. My relationship with her was changed forever when I found out she'd been seeing Uncle Gumbo behind my father’s back. Everything else since then was just formalities. I got confirmation that Chika was three months pregnant, but she’d followed me home more than four months ago so I couldn’t be the father. Stupid girl. I called her to my office and told her there’ll still be DNA tests for full proof after the child was born, but I know she knows I'm not the father and if she didn’t want me to ruin her life she better tell Pastor the truth and never mention my name to anyone again. She left my office in tears.

 

Friday

Aliyu and Miriam and Stanley and Bunmi joined Zainab and I on my jet to Lagos so we could spend the weekend at my yacht. On board was a chef, waiters, orchestra, security staff and the captain, and we spent the day eating, drinking, swimming, jet-skiing, talking, taking pictures and relaxing. Alhaji was in town on business and stopped by for a visit, and some other associates also visited throughout the evening. We had a lobster and champagne dinner, a dance group entertained us, and the orchestra played throughout the evening.

 

Saturday

We woke up to a pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausages, and after a morning swim Zainab and Bunmi went shopping, Aliyu and Miriam visited family, and Stanley met with some friends. I did some work on board in my private office. I received reports that Ishaya was gallivanting around Kaduna with an unknown woman he’d found somewhere, and my Maiduguri office and property had been attacked along with other properties in the area by terrorists. We went to a much-hyped music concert tonight, and our million naira table was right at the front so that the male artists kept serenading Zainab and the other ladies.

 

Sunday

The father of one of my Abuja secretaries died so I paid for the funeral and sent my PA to represent me at the burial. Aliyu and Miriam left for Kaduna this afternoon,and the rest of us flew back to Abuja this evening. As I was dropping Zainab home in my Bentley, she received a call from one of her sisters who said their father, who was so full of life on my yacht two days ago, had been rushed to hospital after a heart attack. Zainab was in tears as we did a u-turn and rushed to the hospital.

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04 Apr

Jamal is an Abuja-based billionaire bachelor and businessman who works hard and parties hard. Welcome to his world.

Week 24

 

Monday

The flight back to Abuja was tense; I was mad at my mother. Why does she choose to remain bitter and cold, even when she’s dying? I didn’t go to the office but slept till 8pm, when my assistant woke me up to a phone call from Aliyu, who will be in town next week. Zainab spent the night at my place and tried to reassure me that my mother, my only closest family member, will not miss our wedding.

 

Tuesday

Yesterday I missed the first day of an economic forum, and was briefed at the meetings today. The conference, lunch and talks took all day, and afterwards Zainab joined me for a dinner with some of the delegates from Asia, and the whole table wanted to attend our wedding. As I dropped Zainab home in my Maserati, she told me she tried calling my mother but got no response. “Forget about that woman,” I told her.

 

Wednesday

At the economic forum today I was invited to give a speech about business, and the laughs from the audience at my humorous anecdotes and the clamour for my attention after the event told me it was a success. I dispatched a small team to Switzerland as I was having problems purchasing a chalet there, and my plans for a women’s jewellery line was also encountering some setbacks. I had a Paintball party/BBQ at the extensive grounds of my mansion and Zainab, Stanley and Bunmi, Anthony and Diana and some of my Lebanese and Arab associates attended. We had such fun, I think I’ll make it a regular mid-week event.

 

Thursday

Zainab wanted us to go for a couple’s pre-wedding counselling, but I was sceptical. My therapy-calls with Dr Ferral was enough. “But we still need to clear the air on some issues before we tie the knot,” she said, and my mind flashed back to Nnenna. I felt a thrill surge through my body; part of me wanted to experience that excitement again. Dr Ferral suggested doing something energetic during the week to fend off my lusts, which was the idea behind the paintballing. But nothing can match secret sex for excitement.

 

Friday

My office was buzzing all day after the Android phones I’d had shipped in for all my staff and security was distributed. I was in meetings with Chinese businessmen all morning, and we all had a late lunch at Trancorp Hilton’s Fulani bar where they were staying. Zainab and I enjoyed movie night in my private cinema, where we ate shawarmas and popcorn and watched the latest Hollywood blockbuster that was dispatched to me straight from LA a day after the film’s premiere.

 

Saturday

Zainab and I attended her cousin’s wedding today, and she looked gorgeous in her navy bridesmaid dress with her hair up, and I wore a navy Burberry suit, red silk Hermes tie and Ferragamo shoes. At the reception we sat with some of the young couples we’d known for years and had a great time, although one of them made a crude joke about myself and Cynthia. I had too much Champagne at the after-party held at a suite at Sheraton Hotel ,and Zainab had to drive us home at 3am in my BMW 3 Series Coupe.

 

Sunday

I was invited to a lecture by a top Swiss diplomat, and used the opportunity to seek his help on my difficulties purchasing a chalet in Switzerland. He said he’ll clear the issue when he returned to his country next week. Pastor Phil called today as I hadn’t been in church for a while. I told him I’d been very busy but will see him soon about couple’s counselling, since Zainab was insisting. “Another thing Jamal, Chika from the choir is pregnant, and she says that you could be the father.”

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