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Jayphoenix45:
Bro!!! This book is amazing..got it on okada books and i wasn't disappointed..yourself, kweensheba and casnova are the most captivating authors here on nairaland..i love every book i have gotten from y'all... Please help me tell kweensheba my wife is a big fan!! More inks to your pen bro..cheers!

Kriss216:
England with their overhyped and over rated players.


How in demon's name is this guy worth £50M
Person wey never play UCL for em life


Assnal is always good at making nonsense and useless signings. Can't still believe they bought Pepe for 99M.

UltimateSpice:
"Tade, I have to tell you I'm sorry. I should have told you the truth a long time ago."

That got my attention, and I could feel the last bindings of sleep breaking away as I sat up a little straighter in bed. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry. But you're going to be hearing a lot of things in the next few days. But you should know it is the truth. I should have told you before. Tade, I love you."

"I love you too, mom. But what are you talking about?"

There was no answer, and I no longer heard the faint buzz of feedback from an open cell connection.

"Hello? Mom?" I ventured. "Hello?"

nothing. And then a moment later came the triple tone of CALL ENDED. I cursed out my cell phone carrier. Fewest dropped calls my ass.

The phone vibrated a second later and I instantly hit the TALK button. "Mom?"

"No, it's Rosalinda. Ohmigod! I can't believe it! Can you believe it?"

Between my mom and Rosalinda, this was really starting to frustrate me. "Believe what? What the hell are you talking about?"

"you mean you haven't heard? They just announced it on the morning news!"

"heard WHAT?"

"your father! He's dead!"

She couldn't have said what I thought she said... "Who?"

"Oh for Bleep's sake." Rosalinda sounded annoyed at me now. "Turn on your TV. There are news crews right outside your apartment right now."

I found the remote and hit the power button. As the screen was flickering to life, my phone was buzzing at me again as I had another incoming call. "Rosalinda, it's my mom, I'll call you back."

"You'd better."

I hit the button to switch calls to my mom, and then my jaw hit the floor. There really were news cameras outside my apartment. The screen showed the front of my apartment building, two of the doormen I recognized working hard to keep various media types away while various residents tried to sneak out and get on with their lives.

With typical New York self-centeredness, none of them even stopped to ask what was going on.

"Tade!"

"Yeah, mom. I'm watching the news."

I could almost hear her close her eyes as she sighed. "I should have told you."

I was getting really annoyed. This had gone on WAY too long. SOMEBODY had to tell me what the hell was going on! And as her words reverberated through my head, the answer scrolled across the screen.

noted billionaire industrialist Tayo Robinson died in a jet crash almost a week ago. I'd recognized the name as he'd been romantically linked to several celebrities over the years. An unmarried playboy for decades, he'd been very visible hobnobbing with the glamorous elite, building his fortune through some successful movie producing in addition to his profitable corporations. But that's not what had television news vans blocking traffic outside my apartment this morning.

Lawyers had opened up his will, and apparently kept everything under wraps for the past week. But now a leak had hit the media that Mr. Kendall had left his entire fortune, worth several billion dollars, to his one and only son, Tade Robins, a young investment banker in New York.

Tade Robins. That is me.

A famous guy dying would always be news. But the fact that NO ONE knew Tayo Robinson even had a son made things more newsworthy. And the fact that he'd left several billion dollars to a son who was unaware made the story the headliner.

And then there were three photos on the screen. To the left, 48-year old Tayo Robinson, with his jet black hair and sterling blue eyes. To the right, a pretty picture of my mom from a few years ago. And in the middle, the official company photo of me acquired from my investment firm. Now that they lined up all three of us, I could detect some physical resemblance. Same hairline, same cheekbones. I had my mom's eyes, although they were the same deep blue color of my father's. I'd gotten a great mix of both African and American genes, and now I knew exactly where they'd come from.

"Tade!" my mom was screaming through the phone.

I suddenly jerked out of my stupor and picked up the handset once again. "Tell me everything."





Diary of a Playguy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624