Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3
The next day, I drove my Bentley to Banana
Island. I drove past theModupe Alakija Crescent
and soon I was cruising through the 1st Avenue.
Situated in Ikoyi, the island is known for its
wealthy, multi-cultural community and has some
of the most expensive real estate in Nigeria.
beautiful island has become the preferred abode
of the rich. A first time visitor is greeted by the
sight of well laid lawns, beautiful towers and well
paved roads. Beautiful trees were planted in
canopy form to serve as umbrella and supply
fresh air. Surprisingly it’s an artificial Island.
Lagos state government has been sand-filling
these parts of the ocean. Bar beaches in Lagos
are no longer what they used to be. You know
what I think? Just because some people have
loads of money doesn’t mean they should fill the
ocean with sand and build houses on it. I see it
as a dare on nature. Na demsabi.
Soon, I have reached the 2nd Avenue. I
approached the cozy restaurant and parked my
car in the VIP section. It was 7pm. I entered, sat
down and waited. Samantha came ten minutes
later. All eyes were on her. When she sat down,
we ordered red wine and fried chicken. She
doesn’t want to eat food and me too. We
entered into a lovely conversation. She is 26 and
she resides in Pretoria. Her first name is
Busisiwe which means blessed. Soon she was
telling me all about her life. As she was talking
about her family, her carefully crafted exterior
began to crack. Suddenly she began to cry.
I was surprised. I brought my white Versace
“Thank you,” she said as she collected it and
wiped away her tears.
Now to the one million dollar question.
“What is it my dear?”
She kept quiet. I felt I am prying into something
that doesn’t concern me. I don’t want her to
think that I am poking too much into her
“My apologies dear. Sorry for asking the
“No nono,” she said as she made a motion with
I nodded but kept quiet.
“Actually, it wasn’t work that brought me here,”
Omo see confession. Now I have to thread