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06 Dec

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

Monday

I avoided both Zainab and Aliyu today as I flew to Accra to smooth over the hotel building storm. The Ghanaians were proving difficult to buy off, but I finally got a meeting with the Vice President who promised to broker a solution. I met with ZeeCG’s Ghanaian MDs and the property developers involved in my other real estate investments in the country, before heading home by midnight, where I numbed my guilt over last night with Whiskey.

Tuesday

Aliyu was at my office early, but I spoke before he did: “Look man, you can’t expect me to live like a Catholic Priest when I’m not yet married! Zainab won’t even see me!” Aliyu was calm. “You don’t deserve her.” He said. “I would have married her if she wasn’t so infatuated with you. Behind all your good looks and money is just a selfish child who doesn’t want to grow up.” Tonight, alone at my Maitama wine bar, after three hours nursing a glass of Martini and ignoring all the women trying to catch my eye, only one thing was crystal clear: I love Zainab.

Wednesday

My new phones arrived, and I gave my old ones to my security. Now the only Nigerian woman under 30 on my phone was Zainab, the girl that delivered fresh salad to my office everyday and my Cartier consultant in Lagos. Even Su-Jin my PA was a temptation, so I let her go and employed Patrick, an associate's brother. Zainab stopped picking my calls again, and an off-hand comment by a Dubai businessman to someone, jsaid in Arabic ust before he hung up the phone after our informal chat stung: “These Nigerian billionaires only think about the next hole.” I wish I had never learnt Arabic. 

Thursday

My hotel development finally got the green light in Accra, and ZeeCG’s Kenyan representatives finalised our contracts to begin building in Nairobi. Drove my new Porsche to an Aso Rock business meeting tonight, but I was paranoid, wondering if all the businessmen and politicians present thought of me as a man-whore. Dr Bolagun noticed my glum. “Don’t mind those Arabs,” he laughed, when I told him what the Emirati said. “If you knew the kind of dirty things they do you’ll vomit. In fact, everyone here. You’re young, just enjoy yourself.” My friendship with Aliyu was on the rocks again, and Stanley didn’t pick my calls.

Friday

Saturday

After bombarding Zainab with gifts (another pair of diamond Tiffany earrings, an Alexander McQueen dress, Black Christian Louboutin heels, and a dozen roses and cupcakes with ‘J4Z’ iced on them sent to her office every day since Monday) and long emails expressing my repentance and love, she finally picked up my call. By then I was so exhausted with guilt and elated at hearing her voice that I almost cried. She promised to see me tomorrow. I slept better than I had in days.

Sunday

I rushed back to Abuja and got my favourite Calvin Klein suit ready for my date with Zainab. As my barber trimmed my hair in my gold and pinewood bathroom – using the gold-plated clippers I bought in India three years ago – I admitted to myself that 10 minutes of Dr. Gould asking about my childhood had unlocked something in me. Zainab look radiant tonight as always, and she hugged me back when I embraced her. Her ability to forgive my sins and gently restore me to my senses is a blessing.

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29 Nov

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

Monday
I woke up feeling gloomy. I’d promised Zainab last night to make changes to my lifestyle, but I didn’t know where to start. Stanley insisted I go to rehab, but I couldn’t take a break from work so I hired one of the world’s best therapists to fly in from New York on my private jet twice a week to analyse me at my Abuja office. I also asked Pastor Phil and Alhaji’s Imam for advice on how to stay focused on my business and on one woman.

Tuesday
Zainab was now working with an oil company. Her Yale qualifications and her father’s contacts got her a position as Group Finance Director, but I wanted her to be my PA again. “Don’t hold her back,” cautioned Aliyu. “Just concentrate on getting well.” I raised my eyebrow. “I’m not sick Aliyu. I love women and they love me. That’s all.” My building manager in Accra called to say the Ghanaian government had denied me permission to build a hotel in the city, so I sent my best team of lawyers and accountants with $300, 000 to change their minds.

Wednesday
At my first session with the therapist Dr Stephen Gould, he questioned me about my childhood and my family, something no one had done in years. I fired him after 10 minutes. Aliyu laughed when I told him. “You can’t run from your past Jamal. Call him back.” Dr. Gould reluctantly agreed to return on Friday. My designer outlet in Asokoro received a shipment of Hermes hand bags today, so I told the manager to send three of the best to Zainab’s office with a dozen red roses. Her text saying “Thanks. They’re beautiful. Xx” made me smile.

Thursday
Pastor Phil told me to throw out my phones because of all the girls’ numbers I had stored, so I’ve ordered a new Samsung Galaxy Golden, an Amosu iPhone 5 and Gold Blackberry Porsche. Zainab refuses to see me until I prove I haven’t been with another woman for two weeks, but I enjoy our daily phone conversations and emails. I’d forgotten how good it was to laugh and talk business with a woman. After a day of long debates with Accra big men and Dubai investors, I came home to a massage – minus the happy ending – a Pounded Yam dinner by Daniel my chef and the Champion’s League match in my private cinema with Aliyu and Stanley .

Friday
During today’s therapy session, Dr. Gould was adamant about me opening up about my past, because he said it held the key to my womanising. Nonsense. What rich African man didn’t enjoy women? I’m doubting if a white doctor is the best choice for my deliverance. After another 10 minutes of his foolishness I ended the session, paid him in advance for the three months I’d booked and told him not to come back. I can be faithful to Zainab if I want to. “I hope so Jamal,” Zainab said that evening on the phone. “Because I’m tired of hearing gossip about your different women.”

Saturday
One whole week without a woman! I was feeling cranky but managed to be cheerful at the small celebration at Capital Bar to mark my 7 days of abstinence. But the devil invited a stunning Moroccan with luscious lips to the party who nearly ended my drought, and I almost fainted with desire when Tiwa sent me sensual lingerie pictures with the message “What’s wrong? Don’t you miss this?” My hand shook as I deleted the text. I can’t wait until my new phones arrive.

Sunday
I couldn’t concentrate during the unveiling of the final design of my new company’s name; it was no longer PTF, but Zee Global Capital (ZeeGC). I named it after Zainab. But as I approved the press releases, new business cards, signs for all the offices worldwide and other company paraphernalia, I became angrier and angrier. Tonight I gave in to temptation and enjoyed a bottle of bourbon, a fat blunt and Tiwa all night.

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