He nodded. He nodded again and again.

‘Just let me know as soon as you’ve made the payment to them, so that I can follow up and make sure there are no further delays.’

Kingsley returned to his desk, his face aglow with a gigantic grin.

‘One of my foreign investors,’ he explained.

Augustina nodded.

Exactly as she had guessed.

Paulinus had always said that their opara’s brains would someday make him great beyond Nigeria ’s shores. This was only the beginning.

Acknowledgements

Special thanks to:

~ Kirsty Dunseath, my editor, for giving me a wonderful home.

~ Daniel Lazar a.k.a. Master, my literary agent of inestimable value. Charming, long-suffering, conscientious, filled with remarkable wisdom.

~ Bibi Bakare-Yusuf, my trailblazing Nigerian publisher, for believing in me from the very beginning.

~ Brenda Copeland, my US editor, for the endless tutoring and enthusiasm.

~ My friends, both old and new. I’m convinced that no one in the universe has a circle more amazing. I started mentioning your names but it went on for two whole pages, and yet, I was not finished!

~ Uluobi Andrea, for making sure that my bank account never ran dry.

~ Uncle Sunmi Smart-Cole, for those beautiful ‘awoof ’ photographs.

~ Dr. Chioma Ejikeme, for constantly telling me that I was making the whole family proud.

~ Fred Ukachi Onuobia, for the unflinchingly high expectations.

~ Aunty Mary Ibe, for taking care of me.

~ Professor Adigun Agbaje, for all the intellectual advice.

~ Eyo Ekpo, my veritable ‘Encyclopaedia Africana’.

~ Gilda O’Neil, for that dramatic boost.

~ L. M. Stephenson Jr, for the great suggestion which I initially found amusing.

~ My 419 sources and acquaintances, for kindly or inadvertently allowing me a peep into your surreal world.

~ Magnus, Uwasinachi Dave and Ekwueme, for being part of us.

~ My life coach and my mentors, for teaching me that, truly, anything is possible.

~ The One who put the talent in my hands and blessed me with the mimshach.

Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani