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25 Nov

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

Monday
I couldn’t sleep, so I gave in and called Aliyu, who drove to my house at 3am. “You know you’re not ready for marriage, so why did you ask her Father for her hand?” I was as confused as he was. Zainab met me at Chase’s for lunch looking radiant. I missed her, and held her tight during our embrace but she was unresponsive, and indifferent to the $20, 000 Tiffany diamond earrings I gave her. “I can’t marry you Jamal.” I was surprised at how much her words hurt. Tonight as I ravished a pretty student whose father had sent to my office for a job, I imagined she was Zainab.

Tuesday
Alhaji refused my request for his daughter. “I like you Jamal. You’re the best businessman I’ve seen in this country. But you need to focus.” After a morning of conference calls with my West African MDs, I met with my partners to discuss PTF’s entry into East Africa. At my Maitama wine bar this evening, Stanley and Aliyu gave me contact details of sex addiction therapists and rehab centres in LA and New York, saying I needed a detox from champagne and women. “I’m the
youngest self-made billionaire in Africa,” I told them. “There’s nothing wrong with my lifestyle.”

Wednesday
Flew to Nairobi on my Hawker 900XP jet with my partners to scope the site for our proposed factories and offices, and I looked dapper in my grey Tom Ford suit as I met with Kenya’s business and finance ministers. The local media labelled me ‘The Nigerian Playboy Billionaire’ and paparazzi followed me everywhere. Later Leman, my head of security, informed me of the 23 Kenyan ladies gathered outside Serena Hotel to see me. He chose the three finest who squealed with delight as they ran into my State Suite and leapt unto my bed.

Thursday
Concluded my Kenyan talks and flew back to Abuja. I drove my Aston Martin to a meeting with Mr Nwafor and Dr Bolagun, and later at my house, Aliyu was angry when I confessed my dalliance with the Kenyan women. “Everyone has grown up and left partying behind but you still insist in messing around. Don’t you want Zainab back?” The truth was I wanted her back but I didn’t want to change.

Friday
I was in meetings all day, talking strategy with West Africa, development with East Africa and growth with my Europe and American MDs. Tonight at a business event at Sheraton I agreed to partner in a properties company with some senators, another addition to my investment portfolio. My Range Rover Evoque driver stopped by the road to buy me suya on the way home, and I spotted Blessing, a girl I dated years ago also queuing for meat. She said she was engaged but I invited her back to mine and she agreed.

Saturday
Today, in our first lengthy phone conversation in weeks, Zainab called me a confused narcissist who values pleasure over love, and said she knew my half-hearted attempts at reconciliation were insincere. She knows me so well. I want her, but on my own terms. I wish she would just hold on until I’m ready for marriage, but I didn’t know when or if that would happen, and she refuses to be with me unless I set a wedding date and steered clear of other women. Hmmm. The Porsche 911
Carerra I ordered arrived today, and tonight I made an effort and told Tiwa not to come over. But it was hard.

Sunday
Zainab agreed to dinner at Tucano’s. She wore the white Valentino gown I bought her during our first trip to Italy, the diamond earrings I gave her on Monday and her hair fell in waves down to her back. She is one of very few African women I’ve been with who had naturally long hair. Everyone stared as she sauntered to my table, her almond eyes sad but intense. “No matter how much I hate you, I still can't stop loving you.” She admitted. I felt wretched. Why do I entertain mere stones when I had a rare diamond in my hands?

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

My six-months intensive French lessons are paying off now I’m in control of 40% of the domestic turnover in French West Africa as the new head of PTF. Had a nine-hour meeting with all eight PTF regional managers of the Francophone countries and announced some major changes. Arrived home at 11pm exhausted, and heard giggles in my master bedroom. I forgot I brought Shanice and Julissa back from LA with me yesterday. Lots of vodka and fat blunts kept my energy up through the night.

Tuesday

 “I’m worried your business will suffer because of your wild partying Jamal.” Aliyu’s holier than thou attitude now that he was engaged pissed me off, when only two years earlier our womanising was the talk of blogs across Nigeria. At Capital Bar that evening, Stanley looked uncomfortable as I complained about Aliyu’s meddling. “Diana told me you rained abuses on her last week” he finally blurted out, not daring to meet my eyes. I drove off in my BMW 3 Series without saying another word. I found solace in my LA girls, then gave them $10, 000 each and scheduled my jet to fly them home tomorrow.

Wednesday

Zainab’s father barged into my meeting with Dr Bolagun, the Chens and Mr Nwafor. “So you lied to me about your intentions with PTF, and now my daughter won’t leave her bedroom because of you?!” I calmed him down by promising to visit at the weekend to iron things out. Why is everyone trying to block my flow? I told Mr Nwafor my personal woes at a PDP event at Aso Rock that evening, and he cheered me up by confirming that my backdoor campaign to secure General Odey’s ambassadorship was successful. Politics makes it easy to turn enemies into friends.

Thursday

General Odey thanked me with an oil block and 10, 000 hectares of land in Accra. What he couldn’t obtain in 20 years, I’d gotten for him in two months. I also agreed for his sons to retain their management positions at PTF. I’m a better businessman and he knows it. “I thought it was you who wanted a piece of the political pie” said a bemused Dr Bolagun. “I still do” I assured him. I danced with so much abandon at my wine bar this evening that my navy YSL suit was drenched with sweat. Tiana had to peel it off my body tonight.

Friday

Flew to Ivory Coast this morning to consolidate some assets and inaugurate two new offices, then headed into Lome, Togo to meet with the President and his cabinet. Returned to Abuja by midnight and got my chef Daniel to prepare a pepperoni pizza for me. I’d blocked Stanley and Aliyu’s calls but I’m beginning to miss hanging out with my boys.  Watched a repeat of the Arsenal match with Tiwa before falling asleep in her arms.

Saturday

Woke up with a sense of dread I’d never felt before. I got one of my assistants to order 16 Gold Rolex watches for my various PTF managers as a welcome gift, then chatted with my London MD for longer than usual. I knew he felt strange about my new interest in his life, but I just wanted to talk. Worked out for an extra two hours at my gym this afternoon, and this evening my monthly house party attracted a larger crowd than usual now I’m head of PTF – over 500 people – but I felt alone amidst the well-wishers.

Sunday
Drove my Audi A5 Convertible to Zainab’s house this afternoon. Alhaji’s wife left the living room when I entered, ignoring my greeting. “We know about you and Halima, Jamal” Alhaji looked grave. “That you would sleep with her own sister, that’s what’s hurting Zainab the most.” I was numb. “I came to officially ask you for Zainab’s hand in marriage sir.” The shock on Alhaji’s face was almost comical. Couldn’t concentrate at Senator Giwa’s dinner party this evening and left early, feeling elated, terrified and furious. What have I done?

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