Also at the Ceremonies was Remi’s best man, Chuba Mordi. Chuba was still in America and had flown in 2 days before the Engagement Ceremony. He had not seen Remi in 2 years since he left the States for Nigeria. He just knew Remi was living the life in Lagos and could not wait to have some fun as well. Chuba was a meterosexual male and he as usual made sure he was on point for the wedding. Nails clean, hair cut, right diamond cut in his left lobe… he knew he looked good. The first person to catch his attention was Shewa. Beautiful, hair cut really short and styled really chic, curvy with amazing long legs. He even pointed her out to his sister Amoni as ‘the one’ since he noticed she didn’t have on a ring on her left hand and of course had no clue she was the groom’s love interest.
Amoni however was not in the least interested in this Chuba’s ‘new find’. She had bigger fish to fry. She was at the Ceremony to stalk Lagos big boy, oil magnate Ben. She had been calling him severally for the last two weeks and sending many texts that they had to talk but he has refused to either pick her calls or return her texts. Typical! She thinks. When he was wooing her with all the designer bags and watches and she would not even consider the ugly bulk of fat, no one would have believed this day would come. She only considered his advancements when Abdul-Jamil her love, her heartthrob broke her heart last year and everything came tumbling down for her. Jamil was her boyfriend in America. His family was loaded and he spoilt her silly. Always the latest bags, clothes and VIP tables in any nightclub in any State they went to. The bigger his crime the weightier the gift. She always knew it would not last no matter how much she deluded herself. He had told her his family had picked his wife back in Nigeria and it was sorted. Often he would say that she was so sexy, she should consider being his second wife so he would not have to let her go. She however had it on good authority that that was not even likely to happen as his mother did not believe in polygamy and they were so close he probably wouldn’t disobey his mother. So he was having fun. However 3 years of luxurious fun can be addictive. Amoni was hooked. To the good things. Things her parents though not poor could possibly not afford once she and her siblings’ fees were paid.
So once Jamil left for Nigeria, Amoni had to settle for guys either on the wrong side of the Law or older sugar daddies to keep her in the lifestyle she had become accustomed to. Thus this did not change once she moved back to Nigeria.
She met Ben at a very exclusive Beach party thrown by her bestie Zara. Zara was mixed race. Lebanese, Nigerian mix. She was dating the very married loaded MD of one of the Oil Subsidiaries and Amoni worshipped the ground she walked on mainly out of pure envy. Wishing she had the luck Zara had. She dressed like Zara, she talked like Zara and did more or less everything Zara said and did. So one can only imagine her joy when Ben expressed an interest. Zara actually helped by making out she was engaged to be married hence Ben played doubly hard to get her. He wanted her to see the difference between the life her young struggling boyfriend could give her and what he had to offer her. Interestingly Ben was not currently married. He had been, twice but was now single but had about 10 children from 4 different mothers.
Once she fell for him and he got what he wanted he was ready to move on. However Amoni was not ready. She had seen her life cushion in plenty. She wanted to be one of his baby mothers but unfortunately Ben felt he’d had enough of those too. Thus once she missed her periods for two months concurrently she rushed to break the news to him and his reaction or rather lack of enthusiasm worried her. That was over two weeks ago. What was worrisome and very uncomfortable was the fact that her bestie Zara too was not taking her calls and returning her texts.. So as soon as Chuba told her of the Wedding she knew she had to be there, as she knew they’d all be there. Her old crew.
Well they were all there all right, Ben, the MD, Zara and when they saw her approach they behaved like something the dog dragged in. She knew to respect herself and not cause a scene as the beefy security guys they moved around with looked like they had been forewarned. She was almost in tears.
Amoni went on to have the baby. She went back to the States. Life was tough as Ben never acknowledged the child and didn’t support her financially. She was so lonely. She looked for every member of his family she could convince to make him do the right thing but alas he was the benefactor of them all and they were not going to incur his wrath. She couldn’t even get to her old friend Zara and that was the most painful bit of the experience. She was taken aback by the seeming lack of concern. Zara kept travelling the world with her MD or so she read in the blogs and the Rag Mags. Many years on as she walks down these poverty-stricken roads of Pennsylvania to drop Goziem with Mrs Miller the child minder with the 20 other children she wonders how she got here. How her love for only the good things in life got her here. What is sadder is the fact that had she stayed with the plans her parents had for her, she would have been fine like Chuba. She might have found a decent man in Nigeria amongst her peers because it was certainly not that she didn’t have her share of admirers because she knew she was a beautiful girl. She was always described as sexy and she took real care of herself. In fact she was very much in demand then but she didn’t even see them, talk less hear them, those struggling mummies boys on an allowance. From the minute she was dating Jamil that she knew the relationship had no future to the likes of Ben for financial security she trapped herself.
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Amoni however was not in the least interested in this Chuba’s ‘new find’. She had bigger fish to fry.
She had just got back from the States. She was refreshed, she was in love and she loved life. She was very happy when Chuba asked her to come with him to Remi’s Mo mi Moe. She hadn’t seen the old crew together in a long while. When they were all in the States she was in a whirlwind romance with Jamil.
He was her boyfriend in America. His family was loaded and he spoilt her silly. Always the latest bags, clothes and VIP tables in any nightclub in any State they went to. The bigger his crime the weightier the gift. She always knew it would not last no matter how much she deluded herself. He had told her his family had picked his wife back in Nigeria and it was sorted. Once Jamil left the States she nursed her heartbreak for a while because despite the money she really loved him. She came back to Nigeria two years later to find he was married and had 2 kids. He tried several times to start something going again but common sense told her to look for her own.
She bumped into Zara Maliki at ‘The Nail Bar’. One could tell she was a Lagos big girl. From her weave to her bag and her slippers she was swimming in cash. Amoni found out she was dating the MD of a big Oil Subsidiary. They struck up a friendship immediately. Zara could tell Amoni had style and knew what was going on. They exchanged details and hung out several times really hitting it off.
At a beach party Zara invited her to Amoni met Ben, Lagos big boy, Oil Magnate Ben. He fancied Amoni like crazy and from there started such intense wooing with gifts of expensive designer bags, watches, scarves, latest expensive mobile phones but the more she refused the gifts Ben seemed more obsessed. She couldn’t however imagine why as beautiful and young and brilliant as she was this ugly bulk of fat, twice married father to about 10 children from 4 different women would think it was him she deserved because of his money. The interest was flattering but the thought insulting. Was she supposed to be another baby mother to him? What did she have that the other 4 women didn’t have that would make her believe she could make him a keeper? She was not stupid. She knew he was not used to hearing ‘No’ in this world that money talks and everything walks but she was so not interested.
So she was enjoying the party and had her eyes open for her own.. Just then news came that Adetutu had left and changed her mind. She wasn’t getting married to Remi. As Amoni moved on to discuss the situation with her new best friend Zara she noticed Police Officers from the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission come in… The MD of the Oil Subsidiary was being handcuffed and Zara too. Amoni walked away and carefully deleted Zara’s number from her phone contacts…..
C’est la vie!