After nearly four months without hearing from Rahmat Ali, I eventually met her at a wedding reception in one of the biggest hotels in Abuja. I was invited there by Zarah, the woman whose mall Yazid was currently managing.

Rahmat was obviously in the company of some politicians and was looking really good. They were sitting in one of the VIPs tables, chitchatting and giggling at each other.

The ornaments, gown, and almost everything she wore were just sparkling. Only God knows how much was spent on her on that outfit alone.

I kept staring at her while Zarah was busy gisting me, until suddenly she saw me. The smile...