FCT Abuja, the neighborhood of the affluent, is a place where only the truly wealthy can reside. It’s not a place for the average person; you have to be well-off, wealthy, and lavish to afford living there. One would not believe that such a well-organized and beautiful neighborhood exists in this country, comparable even to neighborhoods in Europe. This is why it’s rare to see black Africans living there; it’s predominantly occupied by white expatriates, such as ambassadors, consuls from embassies, and other expatriates residing in Nigeria temporarily. 

One of the most elegant houses on this street, probably the most beautiful, had over five luxurious cars parked, all set to enter this grand mansion. Describing the architecture and layout of this house alone would take up several pages. The remote driver pressed a button, and the gate lifted up. As they entered the vast property, everywhere you looked, there were luxury cars and staff, along with security personnel lined up, waiting for their boss to come out. It took about 30 minutes before he finally emerged, even though everyone had grown impatient; it was evident they were used to waiting for him.

When the door opened, you could see soldiers everywhere providing security. He stepped out, initially just one leg, taking his time before fully alighting, exuding confidence and arrogance, basking in his own charm. It was clear he was either European or Arab, with no traces of Nigerian or Hausa features. His appearance could easily make one mistake him for a supernatural being; his beauty was otherworldly. 

From his well-proportioned build, handsome face, and overall allure, one would have to praise God’s creation. His stunning looks would make anyone feel inferior in his presence. His nose was sharp and straight, his small mouth with pink lips seemed like he was wearing lipstick, and his eyes were clear and sleepy-looking as if he was about to doze off. His hair was black, thick, and neatly styled, clearly expensive to maintain. His well-groomed beard and mustache added to his charm. His feet and fingers were a sight to behold, and his thick, dark eyebrows almost met in the middle, giving him an intense look. His skin was flawlessly white, not the pallor of sickness but the bright complexion of a European. His beauty and striking features resembled that of an Arab, and he couldn't have been more than 32 years old.