A Mirage Part 3

He did give me a tour. He took me to the shanty towns on the outskirts of Abuja and to many notable places, the CBD, Maitama, the stadium, Shoprite, the markets… in fact everywhere. He was a good historian. The tour ended in Shagalinku, a very modern Hausa restaurant. They had 3 wings .One for continental food, one for local Nigerian food and the other for purely Hausa food. We opted for the continental. As we ate, he told me about himself. He was the 3rd son of a business Mogul. His Father had been the right hand man of Shehu Shagari. He had been a sponsor for his campaign’s way back and as a show of gratitude, he was awarded several contracts. It was from the contracts that he got his wealth. He invested wisely and the rest is history.

After his father’s death, there was more than enough property and cash for the he and his brothers to share. I told him a little about myself but insisted I was married. As we got back to the hotel he said he needed to get something from his office and after that, he’d walk me to my suite. I assumed he wanted to dash to his office, while I wait at the sitting area. He insisted I come with him. When we got there, the office didn’t look much like an office, though it had a large desk and chairs and some files on the desk. There was a chaise lounge and sofa. I sat down while he looked through some of the files. When he was done he looked at me and said “I wanted to spend time with you alone before you go” I said ”well, I’m here, you’re here, talk”. “Well, I’m not jerking around. I do like you immensely, I feel you’ve not had the kind of love you deserve. I want to make you happy”. He got up and held my hand, gently pulled me up and took me to the sofa and then went over to one of the file cabinets. He opened it and brought out a box and brought it to me. He said, “that’s for the beautiful lady”. I opened the box and inside was a bottle of perfume, a Cartier wrist watch, an earring and pendant set that looked like it was real gold encased in a head scarf. I said, “I don’t understand what the gift is for? We just met today and this is going rather too fast for me”. I got up to leave.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He got up to open it and the same lady that had beckoned to him at the garden walked in and told him that there was a problem with the pipes in one of the halls. He excused himself and ran out. The lady walked up to me and said, “I usually don’t do this but for some strange reason I want to save you. Do not agree to have sex with him. If you do, I assure you that he will blackmail you with the video of you in the nude, just like he did to the others”. I had no time to respond, she opened the door and left. I didn’t know how to handle this.

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