What happened?
Do you think my gods are insane?
They are not insane.
They have never lied to me since I started worshipping them.
They are not liars like you mere mortals.
You are doomed if you contravene their tenets.
You are doomed.
But if you obey them religiously…
you will reap the rewards.
Makinwa.
Priest.
I came to you…
for refuge.
Look at me.
It is really glittering.
They want four items.
A fowl with no feathers.
And your enemies will be disgraced right in front of you.
Palm oil.
Those with bloodied hands…
must never have anything to do with you.
Or have you ever seen a leopard consume a diet of raw yam?
Abomination.
Just like an egg without blemish.
Fragile to the ignorant, tough to the knowledgeable.
Which one do you want to start with?
Makinwa.
Where will you start from?
It was either the late 90s, or maybe early 2000s.
But let’s just say 20 years ago.
At that time, my biggest problems were if Ramsey Nouah would come and marry me
before Black Arrow came to pay my bride price.
I remember it vividly.
The last good year I would ever have.
It was my 10th year birthday party.
Everywhere was decorated.
There was a lot to eat and drink.
There was a vivid air of affluence. It was dreams.
And of course, I had my home girls, the ginger gang.
Cheese!
Bukola, nicknamed Alabokun or problem of Nigeria.
Silvia Aderonke, the one who starts and remembers all the nicknames.
And Amarachi, aka Bulgari.
Always dresses super tight, very pretty.
At the time, in Methodist High School Apapa, she was the girl.
A rare day where Father kept his promise to me and showed up.
I always lied to the girls that Father worked overseas,
but I knew we were not his only family.
His real family lived on the Island.
We were just extra baggage to him.
But here and now, I was content.
Anyways, this was the style of kissing back then.
This girl has slept.
That didn't take long.
Let me leave quietly.
At night, Father would sing to me.
And be almost always gone by morning.
Don't be scared!
And this was how I met Uncle Ade Shine for the first time.
Word around was that he and his boys saved us that day.
That night changed everything for us.
It was our turn to be gone by morning.
We moved to Ibadan.
And that night was the last time I heard from my girls or saw my father.
In the name of Jesus.
Almighty God, I place my daughter under your shield.
Blood of Jesus, protect my daughter.
God, I beseech you to protect Makinwa and his business.
In the name of Jesus.
Protect my daughter.
In the name of Jesus.
Envelope my daughter with your care wherever she goes on earth.
Lord, protect my husband and his business in Jesus name.
Mummy!
Mummy, what happened?
-Talk to me, what happened? -Help me.
-Mummy, what happened? -They've killed your father.
They have finally killed my husband.
And just like that, he was gone.
My father, ‘Baba Goldie’.
Shining light of Abule Egba,
Jewel of Orita Merin,
died of heart attack?
As a Muslim, he was buried faster than a trending Twitter hashtag.
Gone.
But in a heartbeat, we traded Ibadan’s serenity
for the chaos of city boy’s Lagos.
Because that was what Baba Goldie’s will explicitly demanded.
If only I knew how monumentally fucked my life was going to be.
I love this city!
My life is a fucking movie!
Unfortunately, the tumor has become widespread and quite frankly inoperable..
Sylvia, you have about a month to live.
And yes, I cannot tell you the exact day that you’ll go,
but I do not recommend you squandering the time you have left deflecting reality.
Is it your deflect?
Sylvia.
Thank you very much for your time.
And for your cheap ass chocolate.
Where the fuck are my clothes?
Guy, music flows in my blood.
Bro, I romanticize music, man.
When we drop this, I'll blow you up like Kennis Music.
Scratch that. How do you like the sound of Mavin activated?
In the night, let me be your light…
Shite!
I mean shit, not shite!
Wait, hold on… Wait.
Guy, important call.
Buggy, what’s up? You ready to leave?
Shit.
I am dead.
Buggy, calm down.
You know I don’t like when you mess with me that way, baby.
Please, leave me alone.
Calm down.
We’ll find a solution.
Is there a solution?
How are we going to do it?
Okay.
We’re going to disappear. Poof.
Why are you talking like this? How are we going to disappear?
Calm down. How do people disappear?
From Lagos to Badagry.
-Then after Badagry… -Badagry?
-What will we be doing in Badagry? -Stop exposing…
You can tell a difficult situation…
from the beginning.
-I don’t understand what you just said. -You can’t understand.
-Okay sir. Sir? -Bulgari.
-Where is the money? -Which money?
Where is Ade Shine’s money?
Sanchez carted away the Boss’s money and cocaine.
That wasn't my plan, I swear.
This must be some sort of joke.
It must be a joke.
Martel is kneeling down, bro.
What should follow it?
Consequences.
I brought you the animals.
Look what you’ve done to my brand.
This guy is scary, bro.
Tolulope.
'Bornboy.'
Yes, Daddy.
Ososanya.
It’s been a while since I saw you.
-Amarachi. -Yes, Sir.
Scholastica.
Chukwudalu.
How far?
-I'm fine, sir. -I am tired today.
How do you want me to slice the yam?
Long and difficult?
Or short…
and hard way?
Don't fucking do that to me, baby, what’s wrong with you?
Are you insane?
-Short! -What?
-Short. -Short.
Don't fucking touch me, man.
Let me sanitize the shit you're in.
Water of life.
Amarachi.
You and this idiotic boyfriend.
You are owing me 30 million naira for the coke you lost.
Thirty million?
You lost my coke.
I give you two weeks.
-Just two weeks. -Two weeks?
To pay my money.
How the fuck am I going to find 30 million in two weeks?
-Are you insane? -Yes, Daddy.
Yes, Daddy.
Yes Daddy, I got you. Daddy, I got you.
Come on! Daddy, I got you.
-I got you. -Raise up your head!
-Please. -Raise up your head.
I am sorry.
Thank you, Daddy.
-Sorry baby. -Ade shine, the benevolent man.
Sorry boys, sorry.
I am sorry, Daddy.
Just hold me.
I never meant to hurt you.
Two weeks.
Please, take them out of here.
Before I change my mind.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Fuck!
-Who is that? -Olori Kobo, sir.
-What? Answer the call. -Olori Kobo…
Hello, Olori Kobo.
Hello, Uncle. Yes.
I said I’m on my way. I just stopped to buy food for mummy.
You know she has to use her medication.
Omotolani.
Omotolani Makinwa.
Sylvia Aderonke.
-Ginger gang! -Ginger gang!
-No way! -See how you are long like skipping rope.
-How did you grow this tall? -It's been what? Twenty years or what?
It's been so damn long.
Girl, sit down and enjoy the feast.
Come join me.
He died of a heart attack so I’m in Lagos to meet with his lawyers.
Lawyer? That sounds very spicy.
That means you will read a will, treasure map and the likes.
Anyway, that's the normal cycle.
Come and eat. I don't want this thing to be cold.
-Oh no. -I don't want this to resurrect.
I don't want to be a bother. Don't worry, it's fine.
Bother who? You are not bothering me.
What do you want to eat?
Okay. Maybe some rice and stew.
Rice and stew? Waiter!
See, this rice and stew is really delicious.
Sylvia.
Sylvia, you still haven't stopped talking.
-Why would I stop talking? Waiter. -Yes, Ma'am.
Please get me a takeaway pack.
She wants rice and stew. Make it quick!
The need to crack down illicit drugs in Maroko slum has escalated,
after the death of a police officer, Kazeem Kolawole
at the hands of a gang member. Let's talk to the police officer in charge.
Move it! Move!
Move!
You see how they are pushing me. They want to kill a criminal.
I have killed one police officer, 99 to go
-I will punch you. -Move!
-Untie me! -Move it!
A criminal like you still has the audacity to talk.
Sergeant Afolabi Emmanuel, what really happened?
There's nothing much to add.
One of those who killed our officer.
Officer Kazeem.
His name is Bonaventure Apapa, popularly known as daily 2k.
Now, I can assure you that the ring-leader of this drug syndicate is still at large.
But don't worry, my men will get her wherever she is.
And it's just a matter of time.
The long arm of the law will catch up with all these nonsense.
-Thank you. -Thank you sir.
Excuse me sir.
-That will be all for now. -Give it to me.
-This is for you, my love. -Thank you very much.
Enjoy it. That pepper… It is really spicy.
-God. Really spicy indeed. -I am telling you.
Anyway, I need to run now. Can I have your phone number?
Of course.
Let me give you my number so that you'll know that when you were hungry, I fed you.
Someone, save me from this girl.
Sylvia.
-Drama. -Lalalistico.
Lalalistico.
Okay, I'll call you.
-Hopefully we'll catch up later. -Yes.
-Sylvia. -Lalalistico.
Sorry for your loss.
Omotolani Makinwa.
Lala. Lala.
Aunty, your bill ma.
-Bring your POS. -It's here already.
What's with the exclamation?
Don't you know I'm going to put all my millions on my cards?
It's not going to be on one card.
Sorry.
So which one should I use?
Just try this. Okay.
Your pin.
-Insufficient funds, Ma. -Try again. Try this one.
So many flies in here, you know…
-The flies are numerous. -Press your pin ma.
-Insufficient funds again, again… -Keep trying.
-Maybe it's network. -It's not network, Ma.
It is not network.
I've tried it. It is not network, Ma.
Keep trying.
After all, I didn't touch this.
Didn't touch that, didn't touch that. Didn't take that.
Haven't eaten that.
Well, we already served you, Ma.
What do you mean you've already served me? I didn't eat any of that.
I didn't eat it. So please, just find a way.
Can you just help me open this? It's a bit stiff.
My nails are not…
It's.. it's.. it's…
You can see that I'm adjusting my cap, right?
Because one of us will die. And it's not me, Ma.
What's your name again?
I knew you recognized me.
I am Sylvia Aderonke Da Silva.
Exactly. Aunty 'Silifa'
I swear, you'll be disgraced.
General market.
Is it up to this extent?
-Check up. -What?
Remi.
Golden boy.
I’ve told you. Stop drinking like this.
The great one.
No one can compare.
We have arrived.
Okay.
Mummy, who are all these people?
Golden boy, calm down.
You will know very soon.
-Morayo. -Good day sir.
-Omotolani. -Good day sir.
-Welcome. -Yes sir.
Please, come and have your seats.
A decree has been issued.
Sit down.
-Please, sit down. -Thank you.
Hope locating this place was not too difficult?
-No sir. -Are you okay?
-We’re fine. -Do you need anything now?
No sir.
'Shine shine Bobo', characteristic of Ade.
-Tone it down. -Ade.
Who are they?
Blaqq, don’t worry.
Barrister Sukanmi. Yes, I think it is the time now.
Okay. Time.
-Start now. Start now. Start now. -Alright. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
The last will and testament of Chief Fashola Theophilus Makinwa.
Who we also know as Baba Goldie.
Yeah. Okay. So here is your copy.
Okay. Yeah.
Here is yours.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
And Mummy. Yeah.
Rafiki.
Oh great one.
Go and play it.
Okay. Yeah.
Ade, what is all these rubbish?
Calm down. What is going on, Remi?
What is it?
-What happened? -I’ve switched it on.
Okay.
Turn, please. So you can see.
Great one.
Turn it on.
If everyone is gathered here
and can hear me clearly…
it means my heart's desire…
has been fulfilled.
Now, let me tell you something.
Remi.
Golden Boy Selasi.
I have another wife.
What the fuck?
-No. No. No. -What the fuck?
-I’m doomed. -What?
Golden boy, drop it!
Remi, stop fighting.
Drop it!
Drop that gun!
Drop it now!
You’re afraid now, right?
You're not afraid to eat my father’s money.
Golden Boy, are you insane? Go and sit…. Remi!
Tell me, what is the meaning of this?
What is this drama? What is this madness?
Golden boy, drop it now!
Sit down!
Golden boy.
Or do you want to receive those bullets yourself?
Sit down!
Bastard.
What?
Will you calm down now that you’ve ruined the rug?
Remi, will you calm down?
Sorry.
Go and sit down. Nothing will happen to you.
Go and sit down.
Sit down!
He's drunk.
Sickness pales in comparison to death.
Precisely.
-Rafiki. -Yes boss.
Go and play it. Fast forward it to where we are.
No, no, no. He will rewind it.
Are you insane correcting me?
-It's… It's alright. -You’re correcting me.
Okay. That's…
Bro, play it!
Play.
I am a full blooded Yoruba man.
I took another wife.
Did I commit murder?
-I didn’t kill anyone. -To hell with you!
Or is there more to it than the two flats I built in Lekki?
You and Golden boy can have that.
What about the one on the mainland?
My house in Yaba.
It’s a small house.
I will talk about that later.
Here is my sharing formula.
It’s 70:30.
I have split the 70 percent…
into five different accounts.
Morayo… Oh, sorry.
Remi.
You are entitled to three bank accounts.
Golden boy, your son, is entitled to two accounts.
You can use them…
for whatever you please.
Use it to live your life on your own terms.
My dear, Morayo.
Just make do with the 30 percent bequeathed to you.
What did this unfortunate fellow do to deserve 30 percent?
-What has she done to deserve 30 percent? -Order.
-After everything that I did with Gold. -Order.
-Really? -Order!
If you step out of line, you’ll face the consequences.
I don’t understand this drama you’re performing.
Now…
I have raw gold.
The last from Aduke mines.
It’s all inside a box with my 'Ifa' priest.
In three weeks, after which I’ll be dead…
Any of my kids, Seyifunmi Makinwa…
and Omotolani Makinwa.
Like I said, only both of them are entitled to this treasure.
Any of them that successfully opens this box
gets to own the gold in it.
Thank you very much.
Move faster.
Mummy, follow him. I'm behind you.
One moment, please.
The whole house is crawling with trees.
Take it easy.
Okay now, I got it. Yeah.
We got it. Let's go.
Yeah.
Yeah. Please come in.
-Thank you sir. -Be careful. Yeah?
Yeah.
Jesus!
Don’t be scared.
Don't be scared.
Welcome.
I’m not scary.
I am the CEO of this house.
After my boss died…
all the properties in this house were distributed.
And I know that…
Since our boss died…
we've been willed alongside his property.
I'm certain that I was equally willed with this property.
If I was a man, I’d be designated to die with a king.
But I am not a man.
I extend my greetings. Welcome.
I am the CEO of this house in its entirety.
I am the CEO.
Did you come here with someone else?
When did you even get here? Since I've been here, I've had no guests.
When did you get here that you’re already having guests?
Peace.
Peace of the Lord…
be upon…
this household.
Honestly, I’ll like to know the flavor of crack you all smoke in this Lagos.
Because trust me, your dealer is cashing out.
-Who is this? -I don't understand.
I am Abula.
Abula, right?
Please, what color of Amala or Ewedu or gbegiri…
do you want to serve here tonight that we've not eaten before?
We came from Ibadan.
Huh?
Alright.
If you know you’re not related to Baba Goldie…
please leave.
Goldie…
I know you are dead.
But you will not have a peaceful exit.
You will not die well.
You will not have a peaceful exit.
May your soul not rest in peace.
If by any chance you rest in peace,
you will not rise peacefully on the resurrection day.
You are a wicked person.
Wicked person…
What are you doing? Get out of here.
What are you doing? Get out of here!
May you be doomed forever.
Your lifetime was terrible.
Yet, you still left a bad legacy behind.
-You will always be cursed. -Mummy, what about your health?
-You will always be cursed. -Mummy!
Sorry, my son.
Sorry, I didn't… Sorry…
I didn't mean to.
My beloved son.
Oluwaseyifunmi.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
My Golden boy.
Sorry, my son.
But I’m mad at you.
What did you do?
-What did you do? -Mummy!
What did you do?
Speak up, lunatic!
No!
Gold, what are you going to do?
Mummy, they will burn. I swear, they will burn.
I swear, all of them will burn.
They will burn.
A little bird told me…
that God has blessed you…
with heavy cash.
Is God not good?
God is great.
Jehovah is king.
For blessed be God who has blessed us with all spiritual blessings.
In heavenly places.
In Christ Jesus.
I am a man of the ministry.
But first…
First and foremost, I am a business man.
So allow me…
Allow me to buy your…
Gold.
Raw gold, baby. What the fuck are you talking about?
-Raw gold! -Oh.
Let me tell you. Wait.
There’s a new girl in town.
She and her mum just came back to Lagos.
They have gold stacked up in a box.
What are you talking about?
We’ll bust in and out. Do you understand me?
You're a northern gold dealer now, right?
You see…
Where a man’s heart is…
that is where his treasure is.
$500 000.
Cash.
Oh.
Dollars.
Live and direct.
I don’t want much.
I don't want much.
Just half of everything inside Baba Goldie's box.
Just half.
So small.
Not much.
-Mr. Amala. -Abula!
A…
bu…
la.
Mr. Abula…
don’t be annoyed.
With due respect…
we don’t know you.
Not even the gold you’re talking about.
Please, Mr. Abula.
I’m going to start off with that respect mummy talked about.
With all due respect, we are not interested in any money.
We don’t care for that right now.
And we’re going to respect Mr. Makinwa’s will to the latter.
Nothing is for sale.
You must be foolish.
You must be stupid.
You must be a fool to think
you can open that box as Baba Goldie said, "Alive."
Huh-uh.
For a long time…
The kingdom of God suffereth violence.
And the violent taketh it by what?
Force.
Don't let… violent people…
Go find it now.
Before you regret your decision.
Well, just in case you change your mind.
Because the only thing constant in life is what?
Is change.
Abula will be there for you.
If you're there for me.
Peace of the Lord I leave in this house.
How would you be able to sweep?
Yes.
Move! I said move!
I want to use the restroom.
Hey! Come down here.
If you move, I will shoot you.
Come down.
Please, have mercy on me.
This is where my dad keeps his whore and his fucking bastard, right?
It’s a nice place, you know?
-P… P… Please… don’t let’s do this. -Sh… Sh… Shut the fuck up.
That's where you fucked up, okay?
That's where you fucked up.
This is not about money or power. This is about fucking respect, okay?
This is about teaching your ugly daughter what it means to actually respect…
I'm doomed!
Where is the fucking box?
Hey!
Hands up motherfucker!
Hey, hands up everybody!
-I’m a helper. I'm a helper. -What the fuck.
What the fuck. Hey!
What the fuck is going on here? Who the fuck are you?
I'm a gangster. Where is the fucking gold, motherfucker?
-I will fuck you up, nigga. -Wait, wait, wait.
-I'm a cook. -Did I hear you say gold?
-No! -My father’s gold is in this fucking house
-and you didn’t say nothing. -I don't know anything about it.
I'm in trouble.
What happened?
What have we done?
Mummy, I made them pay.
Yes, I made them pay.
-It was a mistake… -Hey!
Does the anteater apologize for trampling on an ant?
Never apologize.
-Go on. -Mummy, so…
I killed her, okay? I killed the bitch.
But I pinned it on some robbers that came to rob the bitch.
The bitch?
I thought your father left us two mongrels.
Did that girl with the loose mouth disappear?
-She… She wasn’t around. -She wasn’t….
She…
Have it.
It's okay.
I'm proud of you.
The only mistake you made
is…
is leaving that girl alive.
Drink a little.
What is this guy going in Maroko?
How am I supposed to know that?
What happened?
We are afraid.
If Bornboy can return to Maroko
despite how talented he is.
That’s enough.
Does Bornboy make good music?
See…
I will try my best to get you
and these children out of this ghetto.
Unless I die.
Which I know is impossible right now.
Because palm kernels carve their own path.
Hello.
Hello. I'm around the area.
I can see some children outside.
Oh, you’re almost here. Just come straight.
Go and bring that lady in.
Quickly.
What’s with the attitude. Does this place stink?
It’s your boyfriend’s poop that is stinking. We are clean.
Amarachi.
Bukola.
Amarachi.
Bukola.
-Is this you? -Ginger!
How are you?
Martel.
I'm here, I'm here.
Amarachi.
How do you know Bornboy?
He’s… He's my boyfriend.
We just came back from outside the state.
Wh… Wh… What happened?
The wound is really deep.
I would love to take him to hospital, but they’ll ask me for a police report.
That’s why. Or do you have a doctor that can treat him?
I don’t have anybody.
Martel.
My bag.
See… I am leaving.
-Where are you going? -To get a doctor.
Doctor? I will follow you.
Go back. You’re still just as restless.
I thought you’d have changed by now.
If this is how we pounded the yam you ate,
will you be able to eat it?
-Ma, I did not order yam. -You did not order pounded yam.
What about the one you ordered? See the nonsense she’s saying.
You’ll come to the restaurant and order food like a death row prisoner.
It is done?
-It is what? Drop it. -It is ready?
Pound it.
Look at her.
And that was how Alabokun saved Sylvia’s life again.
Senayon, thank you.
-Thank you. -Mama, it’s because of you.
I know, I know. Thank you.
How far? Have you called the doctor?
Oh, he is in Ekiti. He said he’ll call you once he gets back.
Okay.
When he comes back, tell him to call me.
-He will call you. -Okay.
Okay, thank you.
I know you left her alone because of me.
Thank you.
So why is she calling you Mama?
I’m a savior to her. I have saved her brother before.
Just the way I’m saving you now.
Okay. Hey!
Careful.
What? You want to fight?
-Should I leave both of you? -Relax.
Just chill, okay?
What? It’s not that deep.
So much bragging over nothing.
Sylvia.
You said you have Amara’s contact, right?
Call her. Let’s go to Lala’s.
-We should go to Lala's? -Yeah.
I think I need some time to just touch up my makeup and stuff.
Do you have like a body spray or perfume?
Because my armpits are really…
What? You’ll stink all the way there.
-Rafiki freaky. -Shine, shine, Bobo.
Characteristics of Ade.
The great one!
Put a target on Martel’s back. I want to see him now.
Then go with machinery.
Disrupt Abula’s shop!
Do it now.
Understood?
-Whoever underestimates me… -They’ll all drop dead.
That’s exactly what would happen.
Your wish is my command.
Mummy!
Indeed, to Allah we belong and to him we shall return.
Get out!
Get the fuck out of here.
Omotolani, calm down.
Why not take it as the universe’s way of correcting an injustice?
Because how can a…
a common whore stand…
against the rightful inheritance of a Makinwa?
I understand.
Yes. It must really hurt…
to realize that no amount of inheritance
could change the fact that your husband preferred a woman
he could only call twice a month to your pitiful self.
Do you have a death wish?
What is that?
-Omotolani. -Uncle, please!
Take it back.
Calm down.
Take a deep breath.
I understand.
Uncle, did you see that?
It’s because of you.
You’re the one holding me back. Who is she?
It’s okay.
Go and sit there.
Sit down.
Omotolani.
Lagos is not for everybody.
This Lagos is not for the feeble minded.
Especially your father’s wife that just left now.
-She is wicked. -Who is she?
She is wicked.
You need to be really patient.
To catch a monkey, you must act like a monkey.
That is it.
What If I give you…
$700 000…
To forget everything that’s on ground?
Yes, I mean it.
$700 000.
Look at everything you’ve been through.
Leave everything in that box to me.
I will handle it.
Let’s forget about this gold thing.
That is it.
Uncle, thank you very much.
Because I know you’re trying to help.
But see, I will rather die.
Uncle Ade, I will rather die
than to let that black witch think that she won.
I would rather die!
Who is she?
What is it?
Leave me alone!
No, sister, chill. We’re not going to leave you alone.
Come on, open the door.
So that we can be with you and we can be alone together.
Sylvia.
-Bukola. Amarachi. -Omotolani.
Am I dreaming?
Why are you so tall?
Wait, wait, wait.
What’s happening?
How are all of you here at the same time?
Blame it on problems of Nigeria.
She kidnapped me because I am the light of your life.
And you know…
So sorry.
Sorry about your mum, your dad, everything.
My mum’s husband dies.
My mum is killed.
In this same house that was promised to keep us safe.
Next moment, my uncle Ade…
is promising me $700 000.
So I can hand him Baba Goldie’s gold.
But no.
No amount of money…
can replace my mother.
No.
But here’s one thing.
The lunatic that calls himself Abula.
And that fool, Martel.
-They will all be doomed! -My boyfriend did not do anything.
He did not do anything.
I… I don’t understand.
Which of them?
Which one of them? Answer me!
Mar… Martel.
He didn’t do anything.
He didn’t…
You’re dating that bastard?
Somehow.
You’re dating that bastard.
-Are you crazy or you’re fooling me? -Calm down.
Amarachi is not totally wrong.
Bukola, please.
What do you mean by "she's not wrong?"
I don't know.
Between God and man, I didn’t know this house is yours.
Or that you’re related to whoever owns this place.
I came to find a job.
I am here to get a job as a cleaner.
-You’re a cleaner? -She hit the nail on the head.
I went to the kitchen.
Before I knew it, I was hearing noise.
Golden Boy pulled out a gun and fired it.
-My father's gold in here? -I know nothing about it.
Have mercy on me.
I am doomed.
What?
Golden Boy was here too?
Yes.
Martel was here too.
But he did not kill your mum.
He… He actually came later.
And it was because of the gold your mummy was putting on.
He wanted to have the gold.
Sorry I couldn’t save your mummy.
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry about mum and all of that.
But this gold, the gold that you’re talking about.
Sorry about mummy.
That gold, is it like real gold? Like solid, real gold.
Not the type you put on your neck, it starts turning…
What is wrong with this girl?
-It seems like mental illness already. -Excuse me.
Sylvia.
Let me give her mouth to mouth, maybe she'll wake up.
Move back.
That's not how it's done. You too, do it.
Do you want to bite her?
-Sylvia. Look! -Carry!
Keep quiet!
This noise is too much.
You want to force the thing on me?
She’s about to open her eyes.
Sylvia. Stay with us.
She's about to open her eyes. Easy.
Alabokun, are you sure Sylvia will be fine?
Amara will keep us posted.
There’s nothing we can do about it.
And you just lost your mother.
You need to relax and mourn.
But Bukola…
If what you said about Abula is true.
I think I should call uncle Ade.
Why?
Because it seems like he’s planning to do something about this Amala guy.
See, since you came to Lagos,
it’s been one game of catch up or the other.
How did Abula and co know about this gold?
Did your father CC them in his will?
What exactly are you trying to say?
Use your brain.
See, don’t drop spoilers.
Move in silence.
Connect Abula yourself.
And I will come in as backup.
I couldn’t help your mother, but I promise to help you.
Ginger.
Step on it.
-What’s going on? -I don’t want to be near a crime scene.
-What do you mean crime scene? -Step on it, Lala.
-Who is this?
-Step on it, Lala. -What's going on? Who is this?
-What is going on? -Step on it, Lala.
Bukola!
Is he dead?
Careful.
Please take it easy.
Please, be careful.
Gently.
Salad, take it easy.
Jesus Christ!
Bukola.
-Bukola. -What is it?
Is this where you live?
No.
I raise chickens here.
Look at that broiler.
-It’s just a harmless question. -Harmless indeed.
Hi.
-Broiler here. -Oh!
Sylvia. Oh my goodness.
I’m so happy to see you.
Please, tell me you feel better.
I’m dying.
I’ve got just one month to live.
Oh no, stop, be serious. What do you mean you’re dying?
I am serious.
I'm still here.
Why didn't you… Why didn’t you say so earlier?
I don't know.
I guess I was ashamed.
Or…
afraid.
But not to worry, I’m still here.
I…
I owe your uncle AdeShine…
Thirty million naira.
And the only man that…
that has ever loved me…
ever cared for me is dead.
No!
No! No!
Buggy, you killed him.
It seems you’re not aware…
that the evildoer is right amidst us.
Remi, you pushed your son to kill that innocent woman.
Remi, you are really cruel.
Speak carefully.
Don’t choke on the whiskey you’re drinking.
You that you’re sitting here, can you take an insult?
I know you. You will not take it.
Golden Boy was answering to an insult against his mother.
We should be praising him, not castigating him.
Stop it.
Stop saying these things for goodness sake.
You want to ruin everything we’ve planned for a simple insult.
Or what are you saying?
Stop lying to yourselves.
AdeShine…
is the reason for all of these.
This must be a big misunderstanding.
Come off it.
Let me finish what I’m saying.
Take it easy, Femi.
Take it easy.
It’s not what you think.
I know Goldie was the one disturbing our rendezvous before now.
But Goldie is no more.
But as Goldie is no more.
It’s an opportunity…
for us…
For us to move fast.
To use our brains and figure out what we need to do.
We have plans.
We have things to do, but…
But everything you’re doing cannot work.
This attitude will not work.
This drama will not work.
Stop it.
So is that why you lied to me?
For years, you made me believe his other family were dead and gone.
Because Goldie made me swear.
He made me swear.
You know the kind of man he was when he was alive.
What would I have done?
And that is by the way in this case.
Listen.
Remi…
We are in problem.
Seriously.
We need to get this lady to forget about this gold.
Or get her to sell it to us.
If not, we’ll lose everything.
Why.
What’s the big deal about this girl?
Why can’t we do what we need to do?
Look, you’re looking down on Golden Boy.
You are overlooking my son.
You are overlooking the loopholes.
You are overlooking the problems.
You are completely overlooking all the ways we can get money.
What?
Your son has tried it.
He failed.
You know what he went through.
And that is why I was trying to talk to Morayo and her daughter.
But where is Morayo?
She’s gone.
There’s a possibility that they can open this box.
But what did you do?
No, your drama didn’t allow you to think clearly.
Calm down.
I have been practicing.
I know exactly what we need to get what we want.
Look, all the voodoo Goldie was using cannot affect us anymore.
Ade.
Look at me.
Listen, listen, Remi.
I am not in for all these drama at all.
Believe the story…
I want to tell you…
or not.
It's gospel truth.
Your father’s mines…
are nonexistent.
That place was left old and abandoned.
Drier than garri under Lagos sun,
without water.
His major business was laundering AdeShine’s money.
His cocaine money.
Their modus operandi was buying gold cheaply…
up north.
Increase their records…
launder the money in the south…
through jewelry sales.
That’s what we do here.
But…
Then a miracle happened.
Baba Goldie found gold by mistake…
in the mines.
This is what I used my entire life to gather.
Great wealth.
I came to you for refuge.
So that people who don’t know how much I toiled day and night
will not reap the fruits of my labor.
That is why AdeShine…
killed him.
No, It’s not possible.
AdeShine is Baba Goldie’s best friend.
Many years ago, we had a robbery incident in the house and he came in to protect us.
He saved us on that day.
Twenty years ago, right?
Yeah. About 20 years ago.
You’re viewing this from a naive lens.
I carried out that operation.
-What? -My boys and I…
came to shoot in your house.
Come to my aid.
Who sent me to do this?
The Shine Shine Bobo guy?
Precisely.
What's funny?
It is not funny.
It was just to put the fear of God…
into Baba Goldie.
Nothing more, nothing less.
So…
if we really want to do…
something that will hurt…
AdeShine.
We will snatch that box…
out of his hands.
Remi, do not be afraid.
This is the person I instructed to guard this gold.
Go there. Let’s go.
Say what you want to say.
Yes.
I have come to knock, open up to me.
I have come to knock, listen to my voice.
If a house owner knocks, the watchman must open up.
There’s nothing inside.
Remi.
But it is heavy.
Despite all your incantations, we didn’t see anything in the box.
You have a debt of 30 million.
I hear you only have a short time to live.
An experimental treatment in Norway.
For your glioblastoma.
How exciting.
So exactly how much will this experimental procedure cost?
I'm estimating somewhere between $40 000 to $100 000.
This charity work you’re doing for the kids of Maroko…
will really scale up if gold money touches your hand.
You want…
AdeShine, Remi Blaqq, Golden Boy…
to cheat you and dole out your mother's fate to you?
Open your eyes.
What are you saying?
I don’t like talking too much.
Let us steal this box.
And fuck shit up.
Ouch!
Spectacularly.
Are you interested?
In Konstantin Stanislavski’s eternal masterpiece 'An Actor Prepares',
he talked about the fundamental mindset
required for an actor to shed one’s skin
and become someone else.
Anyone else…
for the admiration of an adoring audience.
And that is why, child…
I will be making a performer out of you.
You see our home girl, Buggy,
she’s going to make a seductress out of you.
Men always like to chase.
You must make them feel like their penis is the best you’ve ever encountered.
Alabokun was supposed to make a move on Golden Boy this night.
What’s the update on that?
It's going on well.
I've polished the English.
I’m not yet accustomed to sashaying but I'll get better.
Alabokun. We said catwalk, not crossing.
Golden Boy Makinwa.
I've died and gone to heaven?
See, you must be three steps…
ahead.
But I…
will be creating a performer.
Meryl Streep will weep when she sees you.
Viola Davis will cry.
Aunty Joke Silva will respect your expertise as an actress.
Mama Taiwo Ajayi Lycett will give you your flowers.
Tolani is doing well.
How well do you know my uncle?
Your uncle, AdeShine?
Yes.
Lala…
the man is very violent.
He's… He's vicious.
Coldblooded.
Look, if you don’t know, you don’t know.
I don’t even want to know.
I represent someone who is in affiliation with the Italian Mafia.
Use your eyes to communicate.
And you will touch him.
Touch me.
Let’s do some business first and then…
we can have the spicy…
surprises after.
I’m just thinking.
I mean, you’re here, I’m here.
I’m thinking how about I just open the box…
get the gold in it, we split it 50/50,
and everybody goes home happy.
What do you think?
-Omotolani. -Sir.
May your path never be crooked.
Amen.
We’re interested in buying gold.
And from what we heard, you have a considerable amount of it.
Who did you say you are?
All the information you need is on this card.
Listen to me, okay?
The gold is not for sale.
-Open it! -I can open it?
-It is for you. -Okay.
Lift it up.
Can you move this way because I want to flip it open.
Don’t let me move. I’ll stand like this.
-Just flip it in my direction. -Okay. Okay.
-You’ll support it? Okay, that's good. -I’ll support it.
By the time I am done with you…
you my darling…
will become…
a star.
There is a two million dollar chance that you might be willing to reconsider.
Especially since the word around says
I should be talking to your sister and not you.
Hey. Wait. Hold up.
Wait, no. Wait. Relax.
You have my attention. What did you say the offer is?
Anything you tell them to do…
they will submit.
Clean… and simple.
What happened?
Uncle…
I don't understand. The box is empty but it is very heavy.
Yes.
Because there is something inside the box.
No, no, no. Or is this box thing just a myth?
-Omotolani. -Sir?
The gold is hiding.
We can’t see it now.
I think you have one or two things you can say that will make us see the gold.
The rumors are true.
What rumors?
That Baba Goldie…
fortified that box…
with heavy voodoo.
Only the righteous can see it.
-Bugari. -Yes?
I need you to do something for me.
-Boss, please I'm moving. -Come on, move properly.
Boss, here she is.
Daddy, I didn’t know you were the one calling me.
Good evening, sir.
It’s been a while…
since I saw you.
That's not it. I’ve been trying to raise the money I owe you.
You didn't get my calls?
We will try it again.
Where is Martel?
I have not seen Martel.
I haven't seen him.
He has not been taking my calls for about a week now.
I’m telling you the truth. I haven’t seen him, sir.
Apparently, you are not useful to me, right?
-No, no, no, sir. -Is that what you are saying?
No. I will look for your money. I have a week left.
I swear, I will give you your money back.
-I beg you. I will give you. -How?
Please, I’ll look for it.
How will you get it?
-How? -I have a friend.
I have a friend, I have a friend…
My friend, Omotolani… Omotolani… Omotolani Goldie.
She is wealthy.
She said she’ll give me out of her inheritance.
Lala Goldie?
-She’s your friend? -Yes. Childhood friend.
Childhood friend.
Go ahead.
It seems she has gold.
Stand up.
Please, let me remain like this.
I’m the only child of my mother, sir.
From now on…
I want you to be really close to Omotolani.
If she sneezes…
I want to know.
If she takes a breath…
I must be aware.
By doing that for me…
I can write off your debt.
Thank you sir.
Can I come in?
Oh no, uncle please come in.
But you’ve been here before, why are you surveying the house again?
Uncle Ade.
Omotolani.
Yes sir.
Omotolani.
Yes, sir.
I really love you.
Before…
your father died…
I loved him and regarded him as my elder brother.
That’s the love I extended to your mother, Morayo, before she died.
It's that same love I have for you now.
Okay.
I have a gut feeling…
there’s something you want to tell me
but you don’t know how to go about it before now.
But now that you’ve seen me…
you’re willing to say it.
What is it?
Uncle…
is there something you also want to talk to me about?
Particularly about who killed my mother:
I don't understand.
First, you told me it was Abula.
Second, you told me that Martel was in this house.
Then you said your boys were going to handle it.
Later you mentioned you were speaking to the police about it.
I also want to ask if you have any update for me.
Either from your boys or the police.
As I said, I sent some boys to go and handle Abula.
And if I see Martel…
you’ll be the first person I’ll inform.
Is there any problem about that?
Is there a problem?
There’s no problem.
Omotolani.
Yes, sir.
I know there is something you are hiding from me.
When you’re ready to say it…
call my number.
Okay.
-Omotolani. -Yes, sir.
I love you.
I know that.
Uncle, did you come here solely because I’m hiding something from you?
Stay with me for a while.
I know that you like to play cards.
So let us play whot.
Sit.
You’ll lose if we play.
Our plan is solid.
We’ll enter the place.
Steal the box from Shine Shine Bobo.
Then, get to a safe space.
When we get to a safe space, she will definitely be able to open the box.
I am confident.
This guy actually died.
See what I’m saying.
Fuck you dad, okay? Fuck you!
Come and carry this shit, man.
Niola…
Is this the gentleman that’s got my panties all up in a knot?
The very one.
I give you…
the Golden Boy.
Seyifunmi Makinwa.
The newly minted gold merchant of Lasgidi.
And this is the force…
the myth…
the legend.
The infamous Omolara Blingz.
My darling.
For him…
Ms. Blingz will do just fine.
So sir, Mr. Golden.
Tell me all about this gold that you’ll be selling.
If I play with you, my victory will be flawless.
I'll win hands down.
How many games?
First to seven?
You know, I’m actually a little bit curious right?
How do you intend on opening the box, because it’s practically impossible
to open it without the help of me…
or my sister.
So you assume that your sister can open this box, yes?
You are adorably naive, sir.
It’s really even poetic.
But let me ask you, have you heard of the Opolopo of Badagry?
Opolopo? I don’t understand. What is that?
The bastard Iya Oloro of Old Egba land?
The one who could make bewitched jewelry dance…
just by the wave of her fingers.
Or do you need me to whip out a PowerPoint presentation?
No, no, no.
You know what, no need for any presentation.
Let’s just get to the business of why we are here.
Okay?
Bring the money.
Take the gold. How about that?
Sir.
I’m in trouble today.
Are you saying to me…
that…
the tête-à-tête…
among us as friends is not important enough.
Look, that’s not what I’m saying.
Sir…
Listen to me.
I do not do business with faceless strangers.
Especially when I know that I am the best option on the black market
that wants to make a purchase of a disappearing box of gold.
Can we just do the business, Ms…
Imagine the temerity.
Hey guys.
Do you want some?
What is this?
Leave this place.
Did we tell you we want to eat?
Okay, but it's really tasty.
-You want to try some? -Don't worry.
We don't want.
-Okay. -Wait.
You want to change your mind?
-Okay. -Is it nice?
Madam, come.
-It is nice. -I swear.
-Thank you. -Nice.
It is nice.
Alright, sir.
Temper were a bit raised. I think I'm much calmer now.
So, it is time for me to wrap all of this up. Yes?
Niola.
Hurry up. Open these things up. Quickly.
Waste no time.
Fantastic.
Mr. Golden.
In these boxes is two million dollars.
Cash.
Now, I implore you to tell me all what it is I need to know about this box of gold.
How will we trust you?
You want to trust someone who killed your father?
Or you’ll trust the person…
who gave you $500 000 cash
for gold that he hasn’t seen.
Well, I mean, It belongs to my dad and I’m here to sell it.
And?
Yeah. You might as well just give me the cash for it so I can get on my way.
And stop asking all these questions and speaking all this English.
Excuse me, sir.
I do not know who raised you.
But it may seem as though you were raised in a pigsty.
The right thing is that you would satisfy my curiosity
as I have satisfied yours, is it not?
Wait.
-Are you insulting me? -Well, if the cap fits.
If the cap fits.
And at this point, I do not believe I want to do this anymore.
I am done with all of this.
-What’s going on here? -What is going on?
I don't like your approach and it may feel as though
you have come here with an air of…
of someone who wants to steal from us.
Listen to me.
Listen to me, okay?
Stealing from you is the last thing on my mind.
But it is on the list, is it not, sir?
Look.
You’ve been really nice to me.
Forgive my manners, alright?
So now, ask me any question that you want to ask me
so that this transaction can go on smoothly
because I’m getting tired of all of this. You get me?
Sir, did I stutter when I spoke?
I said the deal is off.
Please, get out.
I see what’s going on here.
Where is my box?
Where is my fucking gold?
Last card.
-I have a headache. -You are still here?
I will not repeat what I've said.
-Let's go. -Okay.
Box. I have transferred the gold to another vehicle.
-The driver is waiting over there. -Another vehicle.
Another vehicle. Wait.
How far?
It's not a small showdown.
Rafiki and his boys have showed up.
-Go! -Next left.
Next left.
Boss, take it easy.
Do you want to kill me?
Keep quiet, you'll die soon anyway.
That doesn’t matter, please.
-At least, let me leave on my own accord. -What does that even mean?
Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Reverse! Reverse!
-Blood of Jesus. -Jesus!
-Our gold. -Why are you shouting?
Bukola.
Leave me alone.
-What happened? -Bukola, see all the…
Shit. Where the fuck are these bitches, man?
Fuck!
These bitches left the money.
It’s fake dollars, my guy.
Calm down.
Bukola. What is happening.
Boss, don’t you know how to drive?
Bukola.
What's going on?
Olori Kobo.
Greetings, officer.
Has this been surgically enhanced?
Are you insane?
How dare you slap an officer of the law?
You are really bold.
I don’t know who you paid or who you fucked to hide in this ghetto.
But we are both aware of the fact that you are Olori Kobo.
You will suffer…
Bukky.
Bukola.
Ginger.
Bukola. Ginger.
Jesus! Jesus!
-Get down! -Jesus Christ!
-Jesus Christ. -Alight!
-I’m coming down. -I’ve taken my property.
The gold is mine.
Bukola.
Abula!
You will die today.
It won't be well with you.
No weapon…
fashioned against me shall prosper.
As the man of God that I am.
What do you think?
-Rafiki Freaky. -Abula!
Fiki Freaky.
If you’re indeed a man, let’s have a faceoff man to man.
Do you understand?
That’s when I’ll admit that you are powerful.
Rafiki.
All right.
Do you know why I am called Abula?
Who calls you Abula?
Guy, mark my words.
I swear, you’ll die today.
-The Lord is my shepherd. -Okay.
General market.
Pick three.
Pick two.
Last card.
Checkup.
You won, right?
-You beat me. -Hands down, sir.
Hands down.
Katherine…
I’m coming over to your place.
To do what? Haven't you heard?
Heard what?
Move!
Move it!
One woman came with a boat to pick all your kids.
Salad. Ronke.
They’ve all been taken away.
-Who is the woman? -She wore a black gown.
Who is she?
And she’s extremely fair.
She's fair.
Black.
So, uncle, do you still think I am just lucky or I am that good?
Hold on.
Hello.
What?
Really?
Uncle, relax.
You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.
-Omotolani. -Sir.
What have you done?
Preserving Baby Goldie’s legacy.
That is why you killed your brother?
That is why you killed Golden Boy?
Why did you kill him?
See, that’s collateral damage.
But Uncle, if you want to kill me, you can as well just do that now.
But there's a catch.
But if I die, you will never set your eyes on my father’s gold.
Not to talk of having it.
Is this you?
Is this your true self, for goodness sake?
Oh!
This girl has ruined everything.
What trash are you spewing?
Why would I kill you?
I regard you as my daughter.
Oh, You regard me as a daughter?
But you knew!
You knew that Golden boy killed my mother.
And you did nothing!
You did nothing about it!
And you knew it!
Tolani.
There was nothing I could do at that particular time.
It wasn't easy for me to swing into action at that time.
There was nothing you could do at that time.
But you knew that Golden Boy killed my mother in this very house.
Where is his head?
You promised me that anyone that killed my mother,
you're going to serve me their head on a platter.
So where is Golden Boy’s head, Uncle?
In this same house that your boys were protecting.
In this same house when he came here and murdered my mother in cold blood.
Where were they?
Where did they go to?
That is not my fault. Rafiki was supposed to…
Rafiki.
Who does Rafiki serve?
You.
That's right, you!
Unless…
Remi Blaqq.
That's it.
But…
You…
-Oh my days. -Hello.
It appears I underestimated you.
When you have finally come to your senses,
you and your band of criminals.
Meet me in Maroko with my gold.
What?
Who is that?
Your secret lover.
Remi Blaqq.
Hello, Sylvia. How is our plan going?
Which plan?
Bukola is… Olori Kobo.
And she has carried our gold, Bugari. She carried our gold.
-I have to call Lala. -Please, come and carry me.
-Please, I don’t like this place I am. -Where are you?
You don’t understand.
That you were having genital meet and greets with Baba Goldie’s wife?
That is not even my business.
Twenty years ago, the attack on my family.
Abula said you ordered that.
Uncle, look into my eyes and deny it.
Deny it!
S… S… Sorry.
Abula said that to you?
-Yes, he did. -Abula?
Oh, I am done.
Sorry. Calm down.
Omotolani, it was a way to take you
and your mother from Remi Blaqq’s knowledge.
That was the only thing I could do to protect you at that time.
For you to be alive.
If not, Remi Blaqq is really cruel.
Uncle, I don’t believe.
Do you know why I am called Abula?
He prepares smoking hot Amala…
with really nice goat meat.
In the presence….
Abula!
You underestimate me, you drop dead!
How far? What’s going on?
Tolani, Alabokun has carried the box.
She has gone.
What?
What the fuck is going on?
What is going on?
What did Remi Blaqq say when she called?
She said to meet her in Maroko.
What is it?
Remi has seen what she can hold over your head.
She already knows you killed her son.
At this point, I need to talk to her.
I need to go and see her.
Uncle, anywhere you’re going, we’re going together.
Bukola, don’t do this. We had a plan.
We are not doing this for us.
You can’t understand.
Your father’s wife has taken my kids hostage.
And you know I don’t joke with these kids.
See, if it’s going to cost me my last breath
to protect these children, I will.
And nothing, I mean nothing on earth will stop it.
I lost my mother for this gold.
When I needed your uncle, AdeShine,
he left me to die alone.
Hello Olori Kobo.
Did you kill a police officer or not?
-Give me the knife. -Don't worry.
This is a fast lane to death.
I won’t die again. I will go to prison for you.
Go. I'll be the murderer.
You know we don’t touch Police officers.
Let me elucidate it in English Language.
You are dead to me.
This is not about revenge.
This is our life.
Meet me in Maroko.
Let's go, guys.
Let's go.
Uncle, please take it easy.
Please, calm down.
-Omotolani, what is wrong with you? Relax. -Calm down.
These are my boys.
Please, be careful.
Rafiki!
-So, you wanted to kill me right? -Focus.
How can I focus? Were you not the one that…
Rafiki, what happened?
I promised them a piece of the pie.
Remi.
What is all this?
I thought we are in this together.
Not as long as you are protecting that girl and her friends.
Rafiki!
But Remi…
why are you doing this?
Everything ends here.
But that girl? She’s not leaving here alive.
Remi, don’t do this.
They killed my son.
They killed my son!
They killed Golden Boy.
You are pointing accusatory fingers at me.
Do you know what she did?
Because I made her lose her father.
She made me lose my son in return.
Yes, I killed Makinwa.
And so because of that…
she decided to take my son.
-My son. -Remi.
You killed Makinwa?
Remi, you killed Makinwa?
What?
Remi.
Have you lost it?
Are you insane?
You turned my boys against me?
How many kids do you have?
Hold it, Remi.
We do make mistakes.
But we are family.
We can settle this privately.
Do you even know…
Remi…
that Golden Boy…
is your son?
What?
You are a weak man.
You said you were supposed to marry me, if not for Makinwa.
Makinwa died, you did nothing.
Even now…
you choose peace
when you know violence is the answer.
You are still breathing.
Get me that girl!
Boys, get to work!
My God.
Come.
It won't be well with you.
Okay.
Bukola, please be careful.
-I will. -Uncle Ade.
Bukola said that it’s here.
Yes. Yes. This way.
-Is it this one? -Sylvia, no.
No. Let's just check.
Which place?
Oh my God.
Come. Let's carry this one.
Lift this.
Let's carry this one.
Assist me.
I see something.
-So… -Nobody leaves here.
See, AdeShine is dead.
There are different types of death.
Bulari, you will die today.
Thirty million right?
-I will collect it from you. -Take that from me.
Bukola.
You just killed someone.
-I was afraid. -You, stay there.
Who is this one again, for God's sake?
In my family, we don't hit each other.
Okay. Now, think. Lala, think.
Which one comes first?
The chicken.
The oil.
No!
Lala.
Calm down.
The yam.
The chicken.
And the oil.
This is it. Please, please.
Oh no!
No, no, no!
Daddy, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I know it's been twenty years, but I miss you so much.
This gold.
It means nothing to me.
It means nothing to me without you…
without mummy.
It means nothing to me.
But there are people…
who need it more.
More than I do.
But if I’m being very honest…
I like the idea of being stinkingly rich.
Familiarity blinds us to dangers
It makes us see enemies as friends
Familiarity blinds us to dangers
It makes us see enemies as friends
So you are also a bastard.
That’s why you can’t open the box.
I’m your daughter.
This is it.
This is it!
This is it. This is it.
Oh my goodness, this is it.
This is it.
Girls! This is it!
We did it.
Yes!
This is it.
Baby, we got it.
We got it. We got it.
We did it, girls.
-Girls! -Ginger!
-Yes!
-Why are you looking nervous? -I mean, its Silvia.
She hasn’t cracked a joke today and that’s weird.
Bukola.
Allison.
Help me.
Please, that one is for social media.
Which one is Allison?
Hi!
Good day.
I'm happy to see you.
Mad woman.
You’ve become President Macron’s wife in just two months, right?
Now, that is the Sylvia that I know.
That's my girl.
Shut up.
I’m in Benin Republic, not France.
-Goat. -Anyways, Bukola,
I went to check on the children in their homes and they are doing just fine.
Everything is under control. No cause for alarm.
They are all officially on scholarships, so everything is fine.
And as for Salad, he is now officially on his way to
becoming one of the biggest designers in Lagos.
In fact, I can't wait to see what he's going to be churning out soon.
And as for Katherine, she is attached to a chef.
So she's going to be giving you all those international cuisines.
Sylvia, what's the update on your surgery?
You guys were not asking the celebrity what’s going on with her.
You were asking Alabokun about her puppies.
God will punish you.
Sorry.
Anyway, listen.
Your celebrity, the one you cannot breathe without.
She has spoken to her baby boy, Bola.
He’s so grown, so mature.
He’s making pancakes for his dad.
He can tie his shoe laces now. Like, probably even flirting with girls.
Oh my God. My baby is so grown.
Guys, I can't wait to come and find him a wife.
You know, I need to get him a really good one.
I don’t want those TikTok girls, They’ll only dance and starve my boy.
Sylvia, this is not a wedding planning zoom.
Yes. Focus.
Focus.
Are you listening to the goat?
Okay, please let’s focus. Your surgery.
Please.
Yes. I know. Like you said, all eyes on me.
Cameras. Paparazzi.
The surgery, yes.
What's happening is the surgeon has told me he's gonna put wafers in my brain.
And I’m going to do a little bit of chemo.
He told me I have a 50 percent chance.
Fifty what?
Sir, do you know who I am?
I do not do 50 percent. Excuse me, sir, I am not a charity case.
I am rolling in gold.
So guess what his reply was?
Nothing. Because I am Omolara Blingz.
I only do 100 percent. I don't do 50 percent.
I'm going to show them what I'm made of.
And when I get the wafers in my head, coupled with the chemo…
Surgeon.
He’s a very hot guy, I’m not gonna lie to you. Surgeon, come on over.
Yes, he's going to put the wafers in my head right now.
Yes. Fine boy.
Thank you surgeon. Yes, I am ready. I am good to go.
These girls cannot live without me. They need me.
Even the French speaking one that doesn’t know what she’s saying.
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