Lagos in April was hot and dry. The sun baked the streets, sidewalks and anything else in it's path. Sweat was inevitable even in the refuge of the shade or the assistance of a fan. The city's citizen were either cooped up inside with their air conditioner on full blast or at the beach in the cool water.

He was one of the cooped up. Two fans are facing him with two air conditioners on full blast but his shirt still clung to his chest and back with perspiration as though he was working out.

He still grinned, showing his straight small white teeth after he bought another plot in a beneficial place to build a restaurant. That is the next thing in his list and he will achieve it like he achieved all the others. He is looking forward to building another popular place where people will enjoy and praise him.

A lot of event places, restaurants, stores cooking schools and a lot more are owned by him. He has at least a small restaurant in each states of Nigeria and a few more scattered in his homeland, Ethiopia.

People question why they left Ethiopia  with his family and he didn't bother answering. It's not a must for them to live there just because they were born there and it's not like Nigeria is too bad, not how they like exaggerating it.

Even in Ethiopia, his skin is different from theirs and more flawless. Warm beige undertone complexion get him to everywhere unlike his family members that have natural warm undertone which he envied. He feels like their slightly darker complexion is better than his lighter one but then got more compliments than them and started liking it.

He bid goodbye to his loyal employees before leaving. They are loyal because none of them says a thing to media even after finding out that he is the owner of AAA and the youngest millionaire everyone wants to know. He still disguise himself as the CEO and nothing more.

He left the office and got into his new baby, 2019 Volkswagen Jetta and started driving home before feeling the need to make everyone happy in his home came to him so he stopped at one of his stores to buy something for his siblings and parent. Even the staffs in the store don't know that the store belongs to him and he is not about to tell them.

He got a tube of vanilla ice cream, two boxes of pizza, KitKat and three Popsicles then strolled out of the store. He dropped everything on the passenger's seat before starting the car and straight to his home this time to see his family again. He missed them!

He wasn't home since the last three days because he was out of the country. He is trying to expand his business to other parts of the world and is trying to start with the busiest place, the place that never sleeps, New York City and so he went there to see where he will place his own Restaurant.

Driving into his father's house, a white two storey huge mansion, he smiled. The lights are all on and the orange lights gives the house another soft touch of it's own and kept the dark sky away from it. He helped in every possible way to renovate the house and he is proud of his father.

His father is an Architect and he designed this house for a very long time but the money he gets won't satisfy his needs for a house like that. So when he started getting enough money and made his first fifty million, he gave his father his share and ask him to do what he's wanted to do for a long time and so he did the house to his own taste.

He knocked on the front black oak large door and waited for someone to open it. He would've used the backdoor because his own little apartment is there but he didn't feel like going to his side first and decided to share his happiness with his family before freshening up.

"Welcome back, sir." The housemaid greeted when she opened the door for him.

He has never seen her, that means his mother got a new one again. She seems to hate all the housemaids brought to her so he stopped complaining after seeing new ones and just let her do as she pleased. He is not always at home to see how they 'disrespect her' like she says so he won't judge.

"Thank you." He strolled into the house, passing the beautiful chandeliers in the long corridor that will lead him to the main house.

Even the house is painted in white but somehow off. As soon as he stepped into the foyer, he could see the stairs that spiralled it's way down to where he is standing but he didn't follow the stairs and turned right to the living room.

It is also white with black couches and brown furniture. They are all in the parlour watching the TV so he said his taslim and strolled to them. They didn't see him approaching and neither did they hear his taslim, he shook his head and moved forward.

He placed the things he bought and sat down between his sisters, they shrieked before calming down after taking everyone's attention, even the nearby maids. His family members are dramatic but he wouldn't change them for anything. He likes them like that and they help life less depressing.

"When did you get here, son?" His mother's soft voice asked from the double sitter couch she is occupying with his dad.

Hajia Farida is a beautiful woman in her late forties, but do not get carried away with her soft features and humble nature, she is fire. If she doesn't like you, it gets hard for her to like you and you will still face problems with her so the housemaids stay clear from her sight and thwart away from seeing her.

With her family, she is the mother anyone could wished for and the wife any man would proudly state as his. She is patient with her children and a bit possessive because she said they are her 'world' and they won't deny it. She loves them to bit and shares equal attention to them all.

The woman is known for her wealth around the neighborhood and estate. She is always there to each elite event and with her son's secret money, she rolls in along with them without getting questioned at. She loves lavish life and wealthy people.

"Just now. How are you all?" He asked, moving from between his sisters since the place is a little too tight for him to sit.

"We are all doing great!" His father answered for them, turning down the TV and pausing it and that was when he noticed that they were watching something from Netflix.

Alhaji Ameen Ahmad is the opposite side of his wife. Though they can see his strictness all the time, he is also the best father they could dream about. Always there for them and never fail to discipline them when they are wrong which happens rarely around the house.

He is an easygoing man and very down to earth. Though his son is one of the most successful men in Africa, he is always seen with poor people and old friends that he did not abandon. Wealth didn't close his eyes and he hardly asks his son for any help since he also has his own share of money. He lives a comfortable life with his family because they all don't care about riches.

That goes same for his other siblings too. That was what they were thought since they were younger and they didn't throw away that discipline even after their brother became rich.

"What is in here?" His youngest sister and also the last born murmured, looking at the paper bag he kept on the table with their family logo.

"Bad manners!" Her mother chirped, glaring at her which makes her back down and settle on the couch looking like a poor dog and they know it's one of her acts so she won't get another lecture.

Qismah, his younger sister of seventeen and in her last year in highschool is the teenage girl that no one wants to be in her blacklist. She is always too enthusiastic and her mother always tease her about that, that she won't get married easily if she doesn't take it down the notch but she couldn't.

She thinks now is her time to feel like she is the Queen above everyone else. That whenever she walks on the pavement where people are, she thinks everyone is staring at her so she try her best not to make any mistake while going out. She always dress to impress and she does impress people

Beauty drip down her warm undertone face, sharp small pointy nose and full lips. Her eyes are slit but in a beautiful way that it makes the perfect match with her curved brow. Whenever she stares at you, you'd think she is glaring except if she smiles. Her eyes are that sharp!

"Open it." He motioned and she jumped from her seat in her pajamas pants and shirt.

"Omg! He bought KitKats for me." And she removed it from the bag, not even bothering to check the other things inside it and sat back down on the couch she was occupying with her sister.

She has always loved gifts and Aashif could swear that she has some in her closer at the moment but will still be overjoyed because 'the more the merrier' as she said. Their mother asked her to stop taking too much of it so she hid them in her closet.

"He didn't get anything for me?" His other sister asked, trying to pull her own puppy dog eyes but he stopped her.

"Check it." And she did.

"Aw, you're the best bro!" She also didn't check any other thing after removing the ice cream tube from the bag.

At twenty one, she is in her final year, university after long years of studying to be an interior designer. Kulthoom will soon rock twenty two and she can't wait for it because it will be the same day as her graduation day. That day will never be forgotten, she promised herself that.

She is almost like the queen bee in the university of Lagos. Every girls wants to be her and especially with her Ethiopian skin complexion. She is beautiful and she use that to her advantage. Though she's a Muslim, she likes dressing up to impress like her sister and she is always late because of it.

Guys are always tripping down whenever she passed and they feel like they should worship the ground she walked down because of her bubbly personality very unlike Qismah who is a total bitch.

"And they won't check the rest, selfish girls." His immediate brother stood up and removed everything from the bag and grinned huge when he saw the boxes of his favorite pizza.

Irfan is his immediate brother and after him, is Kulthoom. He is just twenty eight and is getting ready to be married to the love of his life. After he announced that he was getting married, everyone's attention yawed back to him as if waiting for him to say he is also getting married soon.

Marriage has been in his list when he was twenty eight but he stopped thinking about it after sometime. The girls stopped appealing him and he still can't find anyone enticing and to his standard so he stopped. And with Irfan getting married soon, he knew they will be hot on his heels.

The real thing is, he doesn't even have a girlfriend. And like any typical African mother, his mother kept pushing her friend's daughters to his face but he wasn't interested so they let him be. But when Irfan started his preparation, she wanted to start again so he ran to New York.

Irfan works in one of his many restaurants and knows his way around. He also helps him in getting places to build few more places and is trying to start his own hotel chain. He said they should merge a hotel and restaurant, it will bring great profit but he is thinking about it.

"We are going to celebrate tonight, I got the place I would like to build my own restaurant in New York!" Everyone around the room cheered and his parents congratulated him.

He could see the pride shining in their eyes and that melted his heart once more. Anything to see that pride shining in his parents eyes!

He gave the popsicle to his parents one each. They have this weird love for popsicle that he doesn't understand till he got addicted too and so together they launched their popsicle while his siblings look at them weirdly and shook their heads.