Hamza gave 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
more 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 was history.
After his Father’s death, there was more than enough
property and cash for him 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 in 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 also a chaise lounge. I sat down on it, 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 wrapped
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 woman 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 more or less
ran out to sort things out.
The woman 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 your nudes, 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!