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20 Dec

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

Monday

We arrived in Abuja in time to drop Zainab off at her office, and our lingering kiss in my Aston Martin told me she loved our weekend in Malaysia. Draft proposals, contract agreements, MOUs and bills were waiting for me on my desk, but as I tipped my drivers and security N10K each, recharged their phones and bought lunch for all my staff and gave my new PA a silk-lined wallet from Malaysia, they all knew why I was in a good mood. “Oga, you must marry Aunty Zainab o! She fit you well well,” said one of my drivers. I agreed.

Tuesday

I went to see Aliyu in his law firm to iron things out; his wedding was in two weeks and I was his best man. “Bro, I just want you to be careful. One night with the wrong woman and you could lose everything.” Since we were kids, Aliyu always acted like my big brother, even though I’m three months older than him. Although he doubted if I’d truly changed, we all had dinner tonight: Zainab and I, Aliyu and his fiancé Miriam, Stanley and his girlfriend Bunmi, and Stanley’s brother Anthony and his wife Diana, who accepted my apology over our fight a few weeks ago. I was pleased to be back into the fold.

Wednesday

My new therapist Cody Ferral was young, tall and finely-suited with a full head of dark-brown hair – he seemed too handsome to be taken seriously. He asked about Zainab instead of my childhood and I filled our first hour talking about her. “You love her, yes, but will she ever be enough?” he asked. I thought about it. “Zainab is the only woman I need; I have enough money to buy everything else I want.” His face remained blank.

Thursday

I had equipped all our ZeeCG’s head offices in 13 West African countries with first-rate video conferencing technology, and the weekly video conferences with the various MDs were always hilarious affairs with technological incompetence, cultural sensitivities and personality clashes all on the programme. I promised to visit each of the offices and integrate the communications and accounting amongst all the HQs. “I’m really proud of this new you,” said Stanley, as we hung out at my Maitama wine bar. I’d warned the bouncers not to let any young woman in, and as we left I spotted an angry Nnenna amongst the 5 or 6 ladies gathered outside.

Friday

My personal shopper located a vintage Saville Row suit last week when I sent him shopping to England. I wore it to a dinner party at an ambassador’s residence tonight, and Zainab was gorgeous in her cream D&G gown as we arrived in my Black Bentley. As Zainab spoke broken Spanish with some Argentines, I spotted the Italian divorcee I’d shared a passionate night with a few weeks ago. I choked on my Martini as she approached me, darting fearful looks at Zainab, who didn’t see us. We exchanged pleasantries then she walked away as if nothing had happened between us. I sighed with relief, walked over to Zainab and slipped my hand around her waist.

Saturday

After a quick meeting in Kaduna at the home of a bedridden investor, I returned to Abuja where I tried to placate Zainab’s parents. Her father was pleased with my penitence, but her mother was unyielding, until I gave her the deeds to three shops at a plaza that Zainab told me she had been trying to buy for two years. She then hugged me. Alhaji called Halima and chastised her in front of the whole family for interfering with her elder sister’s fiancé, and her angry tears were satisfying. At my monthly pool party, Zainab, Diana and their girlfriends and cousins were the only women in attendance.

Sunday

I decided to go to church today to thank God for bringing Zainab back to me. After service, I had a quick meeting with Pastor Phil in his office and some of the choir girls were waiting for me outside, but I ignored them all, jumped into my Bentley and drove to a lunch date with Zainab. Tiwa was waiting outside my mansion that evening, but I drove past her and my security held her back when she tried to run in through the closing gates. I felt bad, Tiwa’s a good girl, but I’m determined to remain focused. I sent Leman to take N800, 000 to her with a handwritten note saying “We can never be together again, sorry. You know what I can do if you continue to make a scene. Thanks for the good times, Jamal.” 

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13 Dec

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

 

Monday

I warned my security not to let Tiwa, Nnenna or any of my former girls into my homes or offices. I have to detox from all these women by fire and by force. Dr. Gould refused to return to Nigeria, so I booked another American therapist Cody Ferral, after making sure he was male. ZeeCG’s Guinean MD informed me of a fire that destroyed part of the factory there, so I dispatched my Nigerian MD to go and access the damage. Zainab came over and we enjoyed Daniel’s Shawarmas and a movie in my private 10-seater cinema. She’s still hesitant with me, but she’s warming up.

Tuesday

My chain of 15 hotels in Northern Nigeria came under attack in the media for its involvement in certain illegal activities, so I dispatched my press officers and lawyers to handle the situation. I hope I don’t have to put out any other corporate fires this week. Aliyu called, saying that Zainab told him we were back together, and he hopes I won’t mess up again. He can be so sanctimonious sometimes. At Tucano’s tonight, I asked Zainab to pick a country in the world she wants to go to this weekend and she chose Malaysia.

Wednesday

I accompanied the President’s business delegation to Canada where meetings and press conferences took up my day. I bought two Burberry winter coats and three Lanvin boots during a lunch break and messaged Zainab throughout, sending her pictures of the Chocolate-coloured mink coat and cashmere sweaters I bought her. At a state dinner that evening, I avoided admiring the women in their elegant dinner dresses, even when a busty red-head slipped me her number and a pretty blonde invited me to her hotel room. In my suite that night, Zainab and I face-timed on our iPads and I smeared my screen with kisses.

Thursday

After a diplomatic meeting in the morning, I met with some Canadian-Nigerian contacts who were keen on my import and export ideas. I hope to expand ZeeCG’s reach to include this country. On our way back to Abuja, I talked with a fellow billionaire who had six wives and bought gifts for all of them and their children, a package the size of a small shipping container. But there’s only one woman for me, and she had dinner waiting for me when I got home.

 

Friday

The fire and hotel issues have been resolved, and although people were waiting to see me at my office, by 10am I left to pick Zainab up at home for our long flight to Malaysia. She had taken the day off work. Her father was out of town and her mother still refuses to talk to me, her sister Halima, one of my many regrets, gave me a dirty look, kissed her teeth and sauntered away when she saw me. But tonight, as we sipped cocktails whilst waiting for our meal at Shangri-La Hotel’s classy restaurant in Kuala Lumpur, I was happy.

Saturday

“I almost died when Halima told me about you two.” Zainab and I were strolling through Kuala Lumpur’s Lake Gardens Park hand in hand after a beautiful breakfast overlooking the city. “All the other women, I could deal with, but my own sister? It broke my heart.” I stopped, turned to the sides were the turf grew, grabbed some of the brown dirt, rubbed it over my head then walked back and knelt before her, as the other guests walked by, scandalised. “If I could cut my heart out and give it to you, to show you how sorry I am, for everything, I would.” Zainab, smiling a little, rolled her eyes, pushed my head away in mock anger and walked on.

Sunday

Yesterday we went shopping, visited temples, museums and art galleries and had dinner at a busy picturesque grill in the open night air, where Zainab’s red Stella McCartney dress drew stares and dancers and singers serenaded us. But today we relaxed, with a late breakfast in bed, massages and a hot tub. I’ve found new bliss with this woman. And though I credit 10 minutes with Dr Gould for opening my eyes to what was real, I think my fear that Aliyu would love Zainab better than me made me determined to try harder. She chose me over him and I want them both to know she made the right choice.

 

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