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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