YOURS, JANNAH

#NINE

TOKYO, JAPAN.

Adnan lean back down on his swivel chair with a sigh. He wanted to go to Italy but the oil they've found here in Japan is keeping him busy. After going through so many paperwork's to compensate the families out of their village to God knows where, he doesn't care where they go to as long as they disappear from his sight and more analysis could take place.

And like the Japanese people claimed, lots of crude oil was found there. They are still digging out million dollars worth oil. It's a wonder they don't want to lessen his percentage from the whole contract because that oil will make him richer than almost any man on earth or so he feels. Just thirty percent, he is going to be more than untouchable. He keeps his wealth on the low, he doesn't want people to know just how rich he is.

That's enough to feed his next ten generations, apart from the one he has currently. The Japanese are already pulsating and hurdling because their company is slowly rising back to where it was. So many oil companies now want to invest with them but they are been choosy. The last time they went through unstable days, more than half of them refused to endorse them. They are screening through their website to see who is worth it.

Not that he would allow them to just work with anyone and give them shares, he doesn't work like that. If he wanted, he would've been the only investor they have but this is not the way he roles. He jumps from one corporation to the other for you don't know when one is going to collapse. It's not his work to keep bringing up dying establishments, he's done that when he started the entire oil business but not anymore.

He only accepted this because they were quite confident when they told him about the oil they found. If he hadn't accepted, few more would've jumped into the opportunity like those Americans. Now he is going to invest there just so he won't have to do much.

Lightning a cigarette, he puffed out smoke as he leaned back comfortably on the large swivel chair. His eyes glazed over the smoke as he thought blandly. His life is now a constant routine that he is slowly getting fed up of. He has stopped tending to his horses now, the one thing he's loved since when he was young. The only thing that took his mind off many grotesque past.

He'd washed horses before for a few cents to buy biscuits and tend to them like no other. Their neighbors were royals then, he cannot remember what their title was or from which state but they had gorgeous horses ranging from brown, black and white. He would wash them each morning, feed them or sometimes allowed to train them while he was behind it. That is the only hobby he had, and still has. Polo.

Which is why when he started earning his wealth, he collected as much Arabian horses as he could because, why not? They are the best out there and he's got five of them now, they are so damn expensive.

People say when someone from the slums gets rich, he does everything in an extravagant way. He is a living example of that.

He did and is still doing that because no one knows how it felt when they lived in the slums. It was a constant struggle not having enough when you have the zeal to always want more than you have so when you finally achieve that, you go an extra-mile to prove to yourself that you did it. It was all your sweat, tears and blood mixed in there. Though he's got no tears in the process. Only myriad blood and sweat.

His house is the second best in Abuja if not topped now, he drives the best cars in Nigeria and still looks forward to purchasing more expensive and shinier ones. He may or may not be the only one with five Arabian horses, not even a King has that. He wears handmade designers because he's heard that they are the most expensive set of outfits. And his oil company? It is the largest in whole Nigeria! Coupled with his refineries, totally deuced.