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She smiled, this time more broadly, and I felt a slice of my confidence walk lazily through me. “Let’s face it, you are the confident type, right?” “You can say that again…if you insist,” I answered managing a feeble smile. “I like a confident guy,” she said. “I guess it takes a confident guy to spot a confident girl.” “So, what do you do?” “I work for Schlumberger.” “Good. Nice company. I have heard my dad talk about someone that he knows at Schlumberger. Do you work on the rigs or are you at their head office?” “Head office. My expertise is in business management, not engineering. How about you?” I work for the IMF – International Monetary Fund.”

Soon, we were talking politics – Buhari and Jonathan, Obasanjo and Babangida, the central bank and its policies, the entire banking and business sector in Nigeria. I had never met a more intelligent girl…it seemed at that point. She could talk sports and history too – Arsenal, Chelsea, Manchester United, Liverpool, Real Madrid and British and French occupation of Africa. We left the dance floor and squeezed into a couch at the rear of the club. I spotted my friends watching in amazement.

By the end of the night, I not only had her number, but we kissed. Yes, we did and she even gave me her address…in addition to her phone number. She lived on Banana Island. She was the daughter of a top ranking politician in the country. Men, Banana Island was truly out of my league. This is a place where a three bedroom flat sells for $2 million dollars and renting on the island is about $150,000 a year and you are required to pay a minimum of two years in advance. Banana Island is the playground of fortune five hundred companies, and of course, loaded Nigerian politicians (I wonder how they make all that money) and their mistresses, expatriates, and business magnates such as Alhassan Dantata (the Dantatas as a whole), Bola Tinubu, Kola Abiola, Linda Ikeji, Iyabo Obasanjo, Aliko Dangote, Mike Adenuga and many more.

“Let’s catch up next weekend,” she urged me as she entered a waiting limousine with her friends at the end of the night. “Yes, I will check you out,” I answered. Do you really want to do this, Lanre? I asked myself as I walked back to my friends with my ego having grown ten feet taller. “Lanre, you are the man!!!” Dominic shouted. “I can’t believe you kissed her. I saw you two kissing,” said Danladi. “You are the man, Lanre,” said Ogenekaro. I smiled calmly, pointing at myself. By Wednesday, I called Jenifer. She sounded happy to hear from me. I was just as happy to hear her voice over the phone.

Her father was at home when I visited the next weekend, although I did not see him. Jenifer sneaked me into the compound through a back door. Clearly, she was a spoilt brat. Before I knew it, she had her hands around me. We kissed, and then kissed some more. By the end of the evening, I was breathing hard while she moaned pleasurably. We made love severally. “So, you live around here, right?” she asked me when I was ready to leave. “Yea!” I said. It was a lie. She was smart, no doubt, but spoilt. For her, I had to belong to her class if we were to have anything serious to do with each other. In the meantime, she was attracted to my confidence and self-carriage. She wanted to come over to my place, but I continued to put it off.

“Why don’t you introduce me to your dad?” I asked her one evening. “He is going to ask me who you are; like who your father is.” “Really? Well, I can tell him who my father is?” “So, who is your father,” Jenifer asked. “Do you guys live on Banana Island? At least, do you own a property on the Island?” I wanted to slap her across the mouth. So because your father steals from the government you think everyone should live on Banana Island. He works in Abuja during the week and flies back to Lagos on an expensive chattered flight by weekend, and to you, that is how the world works, right? I thought angrily to myself.

“I will bring you home next week, Jenni,” I promised her. My father is not in the country, but you and I can hang out at home,” I promised her. A friend of Danladi’s; some guy he met at ExxonMobil owned a property on Banana Island. He was due in London that weekend, so Danladi convinced him to leave his keys with us. He was generous to let us have the apartment the whole weekend.

I took Jenifer to the apartment and told her that we owned the entire building. From Friday evening to Monday morning, we went from the bedroom to the living room, where we watched parts of a movie for a short while before jumping back into bed. We made love all day and all night. She was ecstatic all weekend. “So, what does your father do? Who is your mother? Where does she work? Is this the only building your family owns on Banana Island?” I was disappointed all weekend. Wealth and status were all that mattered to her. I garnished my lies very well, feeding her whatever she wanted to hear. I had taken time to walk through the entire apartment before bringing her over to get thoroughly accustomed to it. I hid somethings away and memorized the way things were laid out.

At some point, Jenifer asked for the frying pan to fry some eggs. “It is in the cabinet up there,” I said authoritatively, pointing. “It is not here, honey!” She replied. I had pointed at where I kept my frying pan in my apartment. “Oh, sorry darling. It is down here,” I replied rummaging through the lower cabinet. “Who cooks for you, Lanre? You hardly know where anything is placed in your kitchen.” “My other girlfriend,” I said smiling. “Who is she? Are you kidding?” She asked with a tone of seriousness. “No, darling. You are the air I breathe,” I lied. She was falling head over heels in love with me – just because she thought we owned a property on Banana Island.

I had heard things like that before, but I did not realize it could be so bad. Initially, she just wanted to have fun with me and that was all, but the moment it seemed like we owned a property on Banana Island, she wanted much more than fun and games. By Tuesday morning, she was calling me non-stop. “Honey, I’d like to introduce you to my parents,” she said, begging me to come over the next weekend. I had told her that I would be in Port Harcourt, which was a lie. “I have to be in PH,” I insisted. “How about Thursday, before you travel? My dad will be in town by then,” she pressed. “No, honey, let’s leave it for next week. I have a lot to do before I travel.” Meanwhile, I was in town that weekend, hanging out with my friends at Club Quilox. With each passing day, I called Jenifer less and less and hardly took her calls. She sent text messages asking me to come over.

“What is the problem?” she’d ask. “I love you so much Lanre!” Hell no! You love status symbol, my dear and I am not in your league…just yet! Even if I was, I would want nothing to do with you anymore. I methodically severed all ties with her, changing my number to keep her from tormenting me with calls and text messages. I am sure I will run into her someday. I look forward to that. For now, Banana Island is definitely out of my league. I have no interest in asking out a girl with a Gucci bag, a pair of Versace shoes or Michael Kors top…it does not matter how smart and good looking they are. Now, I operate around my area – Surulere, Opebi, Ikoyi and the likes.


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Victor Chinoo

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