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28 Feb

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

Week 20
 
Monday
I was in hot soup again. Zainab had driven off from my wine bar in her Mercedes Benz CLA Class in anger. I’d grabbed the drunk girl by the throat and threw her to the floor before my security removed her from the bar. Zainab remained calm, but after she finished her cocktail, she left without saying goodbye. I fired all my doormen on the spot for disobeying my orders not to let any young woman inside when I was there. I went to Zainab’s office this afternoon, and she told me she’ll never go anywhere with me again.  

 

Tuesday

Ishaya Gumbo came to my office and said he wants to manage my Kaduna chain of hotels. I laughed. I told him he can start with being chief of staff in one branch and he was insulted. “Look, in Nigeria, nobody knows who you are. If not that you speak through your nose nobody will even look at you,” I said. He left my office in anger. I sent out a notice to all the security and management in all my bars, restaurants, outlets, malls, hotels and offices in Nigeria, that under no circumstance should a woman under 40 be allowed within 50 feet of the establishment when myself or my fiancée were there. 

 

 Wednesday

Zainab was joining three of her friends on a shopping trip to New York this weekend, and a fourth woman she didn’t know was also joining them last minute. “Hope you haven’t slept with her too,” Zainab quipped. We were seated at a table at an Ambassador’s reception. “Just how many women have you been with Jamal?” She wasn’t joking this time. “I never kept count my love. They’ve all paled into insignificance; they’re all just a hazy, indistinct memory now that I only have eyes for you.” She kissed her teeth and flicked her long, glossy hair in my face. I grabbed her chin, turned it towards me and kissed her. 

 

 Thursday 

I hosted a state governor at my office, very nice guy, but a terrible businessman: all his overseas investments where failing and he wanted my help. I paid for Ishaya’s mother’s medical bills in America and arranged for her to stay at a high-level hospice. “But my son,” she said weakly, after thanking me profusely for helping her. “Please look after him.” I sighed. “Your son has delusions of grandeur. He doesn’t know he has to start from the bottom. He doesn’t even have a degree!” She said she was also disappointed with his life choices. “He’s been very depressed.” Nonsense.

 

Friday 

Zainab left for New York for a week today. Her personal shopper Vivien had arranged their flights, hotel, restaurant reservations and transportation around the city, and as I dropped her off at the airport in my new Maserati, she kissed me goodbye. “I’ll miss you so much” I told. Her Louboutin heels were already out of the door and her Louis Vuitton travel bag on the crook of her elbow. “Just keep those women away and I’ll try and keep the men off too,” she smiled. Men? I frowned. If Zainab ever cheated on me I think I might kill her, then kill myself.

 

 

Saturday

 Aliyu’s wife’s sister was visiting them in London next week, so I sent one of my drivers to her house with sealed packages of fura and kilishi for him, as my chef Daniel knew where to get the best. Went with Stanley to a newly-opened nightclub in Maitama and drank too many shots. Before I knew it, five women surrounded the VIP area where we sat and one sat on my lap. Women. The public announcement of my engagement made them even more willing to sleep with me. I couldn’t even dance without one putting her hands over all over me. I got home and removed pieces of paper with phone numbers on them from the trouser pocket of my Paul Smith suit trousers.

   

Sunday 

Zainab was having fun in New York, they had dinner at a famous rooftop diner before going to a club. “I can have fun too” she said when we talked on Skype. Then I heard a man’s voice saying “C’mon Zee, let’s go!” I asked her who it was, but she covered her mouth in surprise and hung up. I called back but no answer. I called her phone an hour later and she said sorry they had to rush out. “But who’s the guy I heard?” I asked. “He’s just a friend,” she said. “I’ve known him for years. He lives in New York.” I wasn’t happy at all.

 

 

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21 Feb
Jamal is an Abuja-based billionaire bachelor and businessman who works hard and parties hard. Welcome to his world.
 
Week 19

Monday

Last night Zainab accused me of shaming her again. She had gone to her friend’s house yesterday to show off her engagement ring and her billionaire fiancé, and instead a ‘loose woman’ had upstaged her with proof she had slept with him. “And then you lied that you didn’t know her!” she said. She didn’t speak to me when I dropped her home in my Ferrari, and with Alhaji still disappointed in me about Ishaya, I didn’t enter their house. This morning I sent flowers and cupcakes to her office, but she refused to pick my calls.

 

Tuesday

Ishaya’s two friends, who were with him at Alhaji’s house two weeks ago came to my office, appealing to me to grant Ishaya what he asked for. “His mother is in the hospital with cancer, and you know how US medical bills are so expensive.” I sent them out of my office. I wrote a long email to Zainab apologising for the embarrassment, telling her such things were sadly inevitable given my past, and begged her forgiveness. “And please give me credit for turning over a new leaf. I’ve been faithful for months and will be ever faithful to you always.” 

Wednesday

Zainab and I tried to clear the air. “Must I live my whole life in fear that one of your past whores will show up anywhere we go and embarrass me?!” I joked that soon they will all die, or get so broke they won’t be able to afford to go where we go, but she didn’t laugh. This evening, Stanley came and we watched the match in my private cinema. “But do you ever get tempted?” He asked. He was still tripped that I’d renounced all women except Zainab. “Of course, I’m not blind. But I imagine the damage it could do to my business and I turn the other way.”

Thursday

Ishaya’s latest move to get my money was to involve a former neighbour of ours from Kaduna who knew both our fathers. “Gumbo was a good man, he would want you to help his son,” said the old man. Quite the opposite, I argued, Ishaya was a blight on Uncle Gumbo’s perfect record as a moral man, which was why he kept him a secret. “To give Ishaya his father’s businesses will be to expose his father's shame,” I said.

 

Friday

Zainab asked me for a favour that will make up for last weekend’s upset: give Ishaya the Kaduna properties and N30m. “I love you Zee, but what you’re asking of me is tantamount to sacrilege.” She was surprised.  “Not even for me?” she asked. That’s why I don't involve women with my businesses, they make decisions based on emotion. “It’s about principles and honour Zee. He’s a bad businessman. Trust me, I have a good nose for these things. If you don’t believe me ask your father.”

 

Saturday

Ishaya’s final attack was to get his mother to call me. It was the first time I’d ever spoken to her. “Whatever you people think, I did not plan to get pregnant. Gumbo was drunk that night yes, but he was the one that came to me and in the end it’s his child. He sent me to America when he found out I was pregnant and me and Ishaya have suffered to survive. Except for my flight and $1, 000, Gumbo gave me nothing. I kept promising my son that when his father died he’ll get something, and when that didn’t happen Ishaya was so disappointed he went crazy. Now I’m sick, won’t you help me?” I told her I’ll see what I can do and hung up.

 

Sunday

I’d so far blocked three of Ishaya’s numbers but he kept finding ways to contact me. His mother’s call touched me, but I was still resolved not to give him control of anything.  I told him he could work for me, but he can't control anything I was now controlling. He said he’ll think about it. At my Maitama wine bar this evening, I almost choked when a girl I had an affair with in the past approached Myself, Zainab, Stanley and some associates, walked up to me and kissed me full on the lips.

 

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