The quest to always stand out as one of the special ones would forever be the downfall of many. When you see some of these so called people that we call celebrity, a very large percentage of them are as fake as a kite. Trying to live a life that they cannot sustain, but would like go to any length possible to try to live.
They are ready to go to any length, to donate that “sacred island for a pot of pottage”, for that “it” bag (the Hermes Birkin or Kelly, Celine Phantom, the LV bags or their latest Gucci or Prada counterparts etc) or even shoes, or even the new styles that might be dazzling all comers, travelling up and down via first class or at least business class, getting seen with those classified as the “in crowd”, wearing those top brands of wrist watches likes of the Rolexs, Audemar Piguets, Patek Philippes, Piagets, Franck Muller etc. Or they just must be seen to be cruising about town in some of the latest machines that money can buy, all of these things without substance of any kind.
Let’s give you a scenario. This lady had a traffic stopping party, a one of a kind gig that generated so much buzz, so much attention sometime ago. The classy affair by all standards had the creme de la creme of the society in attendance. Billionaires, multimillionaires, captains of industries, fashionistas, celebrities etc. Good cuisine was served with good drinks that were not cheap at all, finished off with great canapes. Entertainment was top notch. Even the celebrant razzled-dazzled all comers to no end as she mimicked a legend effortlessly to the admiration of all. By all standards good money running into several millions must have been spent and used to organise that party that was the buzz everywhere, several weeks after and that still excites the mind when remembered up till now. It was actually one of the best event put together in a longwhile and would be rated as one of the best parties of the year.
But alas, after spending so much money to fete others. After spending several millions to entertain and impress others, imagine that this lady went abegging, asking someone to loan her ₦500000 not too long after the humongous party! Imagine that this lady, like severals like her loves to buy things but to pay as at when due is always war, most often in order not to pay they turn things rough!
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Let’s give you another scenario on this same lady. A couple of years back now, this lady and a fine boy Ghanaian performed magic with over ₦4million Naira paid them by a brand we know very well and infact had relationship with. The dude used to organise a well known charity fashion show. There was the idea to bring in Nigerian designers from abroad who have never showcased at home before, so the theme for that year’s showcase was to be tagged the “homecoming”.
So things were agreed and there was a meeting at the home of the lady at the behest of the Ghanaian pretty boy, who was an item with a well known designer before. So at the meeting much mouth was made, by the lady, claiming to know this brand or that big man or the other. But one of those at the meeting made a promise to bring one brand only on board and pledged that the brand would sponsor with at least ₦5million. So the person and MM, the Ghanaian dude met with the organisation and they immediately agreed to sponsor with the amount. When the cheque was going to be paid MM conveniently forgot to tell the person (partner) that took him to the brand. Apparently MM’s now enstranged designer lover/partner had clamped down on the charity’s actual account over issues we don’t know about, so any money paid into that account would have been trapped. So an alternative had to be provided, and madam party lady actually volunteered her account and the sponsorship money was paid into it. After the money cleared and the percentage on the sponsorship brought in was shared 3 ways (that was the agreement, that certain percentage be taken from all sponsorship brought in and be divided 3 ways). Thereafter pretty boy claimed he needed to go to the UK to go discuss media/PR/Communications plans with the brand that does same for the charity over the years, for that year’s showcase. That was the last time the dude ever stepped into NIGERIA again. Between our lady and pretty boy, that’s how ₦4million Naira developed wings literally! Never to be seen again.
Madam claims that pretty boy collected the money from her that she transferred the money to him, pretty boy on his own claims till tomorrow that madam is with the money!
Fast forward again to another time, but more recent. She was again called to handle a project which a bank had agreed to sponsor. So the bank paid ₦70 million into her account on the instructions of her principal who had initiated the deal. When the money hit her account she was instructed to transfer ₦20million out of the ₦70m into another account for another project connected to the one she was also to handle, remaining ₦50million from the bank, the principal had already transferred to her before then ₦3.5million making a total of ₦53.5million with her. After several months of inactivity and she was told to come give account of the money in her hand apparently the money had entered into voicemail, that’s how she wanted to form activity. This was the same lady who had told her principal how she had caught her husband cheating and he had, had to help to calm her down. In wanting to scatter the matter she had claimed utilising the money, a whooping 53.5 million for the project. One of the expense she claimed to have spent part of the money on was that traveled First Class to America to meet with the major people concerned with the project!
Until the matter was reported at financial crimes commission by the bank and those involved invited by that organisation before she simmered down and has been paying back the money quietly in bits and pieces ever since.
So when you see these people flossing like they own the whole of Lagos or that their account balance is so intimidating, it’s all a big fat lie of the highest kind. There are a very few ladies in Lagos, who can ever try to stand shoulder to shoulder with the likes of FF, whose staggering portfolio is one to admire. So because of what they believe she’s worth, they all try to be like her, many have literally sold their souls or their “Bermuda triangle”, that island of uinmaginable pleasure, but that seems to have an expiry date or sell by date, have been overworked and over used, just so they can fly first class or carry bag or drive G Wagon or Range Rover and the likes.
What a shame!