Naked Passions: Romance Among The Poor, The Rich And Famous In Nigeria

I woke up this morning and did my regular devotional praise and worship to the one and only one who gives the breath of life. My first love and my last love. My greatest love. Who alone knows me and understands me perfectly.

Only four copies of my love book were sold this week. I paid the commission of 20% to the distributor my younger brother Frankie and removed the tithe and put the tithe in my Holy Bible.

I attended to many domestic priorities and looked at my work schedule.
I reviewed the conversation I had with Ramsey Nouah last night. And I am now more determined to do my best to let Hollywood realize that Ramsey is worth their attention. I have to tell my friend Veronique in Hollywood to buzz her managers and top directors about our Ramsey Nouah.

My director Faruk said, "If you are good, he will tell the whole world and if you are bad, he will also tell the whole world. So, just be good."
Yes, I am that honest, transparent and straight forward.

I am thinking of Wale who is now happily married to Angela and relocated to London. Angela is a British citizen. And Wale is one of the most physically perfect men I have ever seen. Tall and well built and very handsome that Brad Pitt will look ordinary standing beside him. And he is proudly Nigerian.

My mind flashed back to an unforgettable romantic blackmail some years ago.

I discovered her when she was only 14 and I told her that she would become a successful model. But many people doubted me and made fun of her.
"She looks Ghanaian. Very dark and she is not even beautiful," someone remarked.
But, I ignored all their ignorant comments.
I have never made any mistake in my previous predictions.
But, Ivie was discouraged and she left. And I concentrated on others.
That was when Linda and Helen came into my modeling agency in 1997. Then, I interviewed Princess Adelaide Olagbaju for the cover story of our Affections International magazine and it was the best feature on her in the local and international media.
I met her husband Sammy Olagbaju who is the richest Art Collector in Nigeria and their house in Ikoyi is decorated with some of the most treasured paintings, sculpture and other works in modern Art. Later Princess Olagbaju needed models for the fashion exhibition of her creation Kente-Oke and I recommended my models. But, her manager Pratt did not choose any of my models. And I was not bothered. I kept on encouraging my models.

I received invitation to represent Affectrions International at an international conference in Switzerland. But I was not interested. And my publisher wanted to sell the letter of invitation to desperate Nigerians who wanted to leave Nigeria. But, when the embassy of Switzerland saw that I did not approve it, they were not given the visa. The publisher turned against me.  So, I resigned and Affections International collapsed.

I met Ivie again and she was now confident of her looks. So, I introduced her to Modela and he registered her as a model and Ivie was soon on his runway. I also took her to Dakova. But, Dakova and I did not agree on his criteria.
He asked my models to show him their boobs to confirm if their boobs were upright and not drooping.

Ivie and I became closer since she was now older and a known model who was black, bold and beautiful to behold.

One day, Ivie visited where I was staying with my very close buddy who is now the head hunter of an international bank in Nigeria. She lived with her family nearby. And she sometimes spent the night with us. We all loved her, because she was exciting. But, when she came in that day, she was moody and wanted me to notice that. But, I ignored her to concentrate on what I was writing. I was busy preparing for the world premiere of my Sleepless Night and I did not want distractions. But, when she persisted, I paused and turned to her.
"What is wrong?" I asked.
She was grumbling and mumbling.
Ivie is very sexy and even the Pope would find it difficult to ignore her once he set eyes on her figure 8.
I moved closer to her and became more caring.
She finally sighed and said, "Joe raped me."
I grunted and smirked.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked amusingly.
Ivie pranced up and protested why I should ask her such an irresponsible question.
My friend Ayo was present. And he knew Joe since I introduced Joe to him when Joe returned to Nigeria after some years in Europe.
I was actually annoyed that Ivie would accuse Joe of rape in the presence of Ayo.
"Yes, did you enjoy it?" I asked again.
She became furious and Ayo rebuked me for asking such an annoying and embarrassing question.
I relaxed and Ayo was comforting her.
Then I asked her when it happened.
"28 days ago," she replied.
I actually wanted to laugh aloud, but I grunted.
"So, Joe raped you 28 days ago and you are just telling me now?"
She gave me her reasons for keeping it to herself.
Because of the stigma and fears of how I would react.
She said Joe did it the very day I told her to wait for me in Joe's family house.
I recalled the day and why I told her to wait for me whilst I went for an appointment nearby.  Then, I sighed.
The fact was, Ivie was Joe's lover before he travelled to Europe. But when he returned he dumped her. But, seeing her now as she looked so attractive, he wanted to sleep with her. And she must have surrendered to him, because she wanted to win him back. Joe is the kind of guy we call fine boy, looking sexy in Lagos. But, when Joe did not renew their love affair, she decided to blackmail him. So, politely, I told her that I would deal with Joe for raping her. But, I did not deal with Joe and that did not stop me from loving her.
Even if one million men raped my wife, I cannot stop loving her.
Live or die,  life goes on.
But, later Ayo told me that if I did not want to have a relationship with Ivie, he would do so. I told him to have his way. And Ivie agreed to be his lover.
Ayo enjoyed their erotic intercourses. But, he married another babe. His wife is related to Mike Adenuga and their wedding was one of the best weddings of the year. The reception was at the Multi Purpose Hall of the University of Lagos. My companion at the occasion was the daughter of a Nigerian millionaire.

Ivie is still a model and she is one of the models on the billboards of Globacom across Nigeria.

Part Two

He took the Igbo Princess to Gbenga Obasanjo's wedding to make her realize his social status, but she was not impressed. He paid for a dinner for two to celebrate the Valentine's Day with her, but she did not spend the Valentine's Day with him. And when she told me I was not happy, because I wanted her to marry Dr. Dayo who would have been perfect for her. But, her family did not want her to marry a Yoruba man. They are from a royal family in Anambra State and insisted that the Princess must only marry an Igbo like them.

N.B:

I will continue the extracts from my Naked Passions later.
The book is going to be over 700 pages long. It is my autobigraphical narrative.

Watch out for more on other top Nigerian models, actresses and leading ladies in Nigeria and from Germany and America from 1990 to 2000, including the Queen of Nigerian models, Yemi Fawaz who hosted my first salon Art Exbition and was one of the most beautiful women in the world who my appreciated Art and Literature.
  
Celebrate life in the romance of our existence.

and who do you expect to spend all his life reading this?

O h My Word!!! and you expect someone to read all that? 

@uspry1

He is a novelist and the story's an extract from his book, didn't you read it well? I guess so! 

   @ poster
    I'm very sure that this post must be a copy and paste version,
     Cos you yurself must have wasted  half of your life typing this
                               

yeh me too!!

@pcicero
there's no need to get abusive, he wrote a novel and gave us the romantic excerpts on the romance thread, what's wrong with that?
If you don't like it, skip, it's not by force
go and create your 'how do i get my p***s longer' threads
instead of hating, go to the literature section and see his works and u'll know in the aspect of intelligence, u ain't got nothing on him
u just go about running your mouth like sum clockwork parrot. . . ^*hiss*

A little confused on what this is supposed to be. I mean is it a book, a dairy, a serial, Fanfic and is this the right forum for it?

Oh well, whatever it is. . . It was very, very interesting. The writer has a way of putting you right in the middle of the happeningstances. Wouldn't mind reading some more.

crying my eyes out because people are complaining that it's too long. Reading is truly a dead art. . . Science, oh whatever.