Tunji – T.J for short- had always seen a bright future for himself in Nigeria. Not even SAPA could make him JAPA.
He knew where he wanted to go and had a map even Google would be proud of, of how he’d get to his destination. So, while all his friends and peers were testing the waters of cybercrime and considering yahoo-plus and its gory gruesome details, T.J had his eyes peeled for how he’d move from his ‘near Lagos’ Boys Quarters’ apartment to Ikoyi, Lagos.
Yes, you heard that right; from extreme poverty to the five-star neighbourhood. How? He was going to find himself a rich man with a single-and searching daughter. Lucky T.
J, he got both in one fell swoop. He found both a rich man and his single-and searching daughter. It was a September to remember for T.
J seven years ago when he had gone to pitch for an account in a major firm. The Chairman of the company had looked in during the pitch and was mightily impressed by T.J’s brilliance, easy way with technical words and delivery.
His daughter, pretty, vain Yemisi joined the board at lunch and thus started a journey to the future T.J had always wanted to marry the money. One year later, Yemisi and T.
J were married in a talk-of-the-town ceremony. The couple got enough gifts to start a departmental store and a small car mart, if you get the picture. Their Ikoyi home was put together by a top interior decorator.
Everything seemed to be coming together nicely as planned by T.J and every day he sang ‘I never knew y.
