Cuppy and Father with father's boat below |
smile, sitting back in the bar at Claridge’s – his idea – and lazily sipping an elderflower juice. That whispering is not, the oil, gas, property, telecoms and menswear tycoon goes on, typical of a Nigerian mindset: ‘Very loud, quite brash, larger than life -even if you’re just having a family meal, everything’s over the top all the time. writes David Jenkins for Tatler. So it’s quite fun.’ Real fun, he should have said. Nigerians all say they work hard and party hard, believe that they’re better at anything than anyone else, collect PhDs like confetti and are intensely entrepreneurial. ‘When mankind finally gets to Mars,’ chortles Ateh Jewel, who has both a film production company and a beauty business, ‘they’ll finda Nigerian already there, cutting a deal.’
What’s
always been big is the wedding culture, enormous affairs with thousands
of guests. Also big are the Lagos Polo Club and the Lagos Motor Boat
Club, where all well-connected generations mix – and, no doubt, discuss
the two almost identical, and large, yachts that sit next to each other
off Victoria Island’s Carrington Crescent. One’s owned by Cuppy’s
father, Femi Otedola -his net worth is an estimated £2.2bn – and the
other belongs to Aliko Dangote, Africa’s richest man, with a net worth
of £10.1bn via a conglomerate ranging from cement to sugar refining by
way of oil. He gave himself a £28m jet in April 2010, as a 53rd birthday
present.
Dangote
recently praised the government’s policies, and he, Otedola and many
others have had close ties to Nigeria’s politicians – as has the
‘stupendously rich’ Senator Andy Uba, who’s married to Richard
Vedelago’s beautiful sister, Faith, herself the founder of Faith
Ministries, a popular and successful church. Richard has a ‘ginormous’
house next to hers in Abuja, which he describes as a slower and calmer
place than Lagos – like ‘Washington to New York’. As well as that house,
Richard has some dazzling cars in Abuja, including two Bentleys.
There’s a market for expensive cars, despite the potholed state of most
Nigerian roads, and Porsche has opened up there; its Cayenne 4x4s do
well, as do Jeep Wranglers and the Mercedes G-Wagon. But one Nigerian
told the Guardian that ‘I have a Bentley, a Porsche and a Ferrari. But
people don’t travel by road any more. So the Ferrari in the garage
hasn’t done 500 miles in three years.’ Vedelago had a Lamborghini in
London, as well as a Bentley, but he drove it so little that he ditched
it. He’d like to buy a Smart car to go to the gym, but friends jeer at
the idea. ‘So I’m looking for a Porsche or an Aston Martin.’ He laughs.
‘Sounds bad, doesn’t it? A Porsche to go to the gym.’Kola Karim with a typical ferrari
Kola
Karim does drive a very lovely, very yellow Ferrari Italia 458 here in
London, one of two he was given by ‘generous friends - good friends’. He
had it parked recently in Chelsea, ‘and this lady said her son
wouldlove to have a picture with the car. I said, “Feel free.” And then
she said, “Who do you play for?” I said, “Play what?” “Football,” she
said. ‘What team did I play for? Was she being racist? No. But that was
her understanding.’ The automatic assumption was that a prosperous black
man could only be a footballer or a rap star. But Karim, a very
successful businessman who’s taken his mother’s trading company into
construction and oil, does indeed encounter racism. ‘Oh, yes. It’s
normal. There’s a lot of ignorance around.’ Ignorance that ranges from
stewardesses automatically shepherding you towards economy to policemen
pulling you and your Ferrari over. ‘In the country recently, we went to
lunch at a restaurant. We walked in, and the whole place stopped eating –
it was like we were going to pull a gun and stick everyone up.’ Then
some local grandees appeared and sat down with Karim – at which point
other people from other tables felt it was in their interests to meet
this funny foreigner. It’s happened as well to others in this article,
at nightclubs in London and Paris. As for Cuppy, she was in Switzerland,
interning at an oil-trading company, when the story about Oprah Winfrey
being mistreated in a shop in Zurich was reported. ‘It was hilarious.
[Store staff] were all over us. I loved it. I wish Oprah complained
every time.’ Mind you, says one man, ‘I find green is accepted
everywhere.’ ‘Yes,’ says Karim, only half-laughing. ‘When you’re
wealthy, you don’t see it. Either the guy wants to collect your money,
or not.’
But
far more important for Karim is showing that there are ‘better and
better prospects’ for his continent. ‘Because Africa’s like a pair of
shoes. You wouldn’t get good money for it if it wasn’t polished. If it’s
dirty and it looks worn out, no one wants to buy it. We’re trying to
show the world a side of Africa they don’t see.’ That’s why Karim was
more than happy to let Ralph Lauren throw a party for him and donate 15
per cent of the Bond Street store’s takings that day to a charity of his
choosing – one benefiting autistic children. ’396 people turned up.
Very successful.’ (Misan Harriman helped set it up, and Cartier have
been in touch with him about a similar event; he sees great potential in
acting as a conduit between Nigeria and the West.) Kessie
Edewor-Thorley was there, and Nacho Figueras, and two of Karim’s own
polo ponies, outside the store – the other 10 were, as usual, at the
Royal County of Berkshire Polo Club. Next year, Karim will focus on
buying a farm in England and keeping his équipe there. He’s got another
acquisition in mind, too: a Premier League football club.
‘If
you imagine a continent of 900 million people who are football crazy,
imagine the followership of an African businessman. Think about the
marketing. It’s awesome.’ Even more so if his currently 12-year-old son
were playing – he’s been scouted by Chelsea already. Meantime, the boy
attends Bruern Abbey, while his older sister goes to Benenden and his
younger one to ‘Holland Park Prep’. Karim’s son plays polo too, as does
his brother, though Karim’s handicap’s gone down from +2 to 0, ‘with so
much work going on. We’re the second-largest independent oil producer in
Africa, by reserves [1.3bn barrels], and we’re building.’ No wonder he
has homes in Lagos, London, Marbella and Miami.
Karim’s
firm has a private jet, but he prefers to fly commercial – he’s a
people person and flying alone bores him senseless. But his fellow polo
enthusiast Prince Albert Esiri, a ‘well-known’ billionaire – he’s been
playing for 33 years, has a handicap of zero at Hamin this country, a
string of 133 ponies and Nigeria’s ‘premier private polo facility’ in
Delta State – flew into the 2012 UAE Nations Cup in Dubai in his
personal Gulfstream G2 jet. Others too are keen on private jets, not
least because BA’s London flights are packed and expensive – Nigerian
newspapers rage at the comparative cost of first-class tickets to London
from Lagos and Accra, both being much the same distance and Accra half
the cost. And first class it just has to be. ‘Yeah,’ cackles Kessie,
relishing the absurdity, ‘you hear people saying, “And they travelled
premium economy!”‘
But
for those who go private… Well, Ansemu Fagonpa is a 36-year-old South
African who manages ‘the family office’ of a very select group of
families from ‘very much the upper end of Nigerian society’; all are
worth more than £100m and 10 per cent of that is in liquid cash. ‘So I
do a lot of crazy things – well, things that money can allow you to do.’
But it’s not just hiring star chefs for private dinners or dealing with
the logistics for the way Nigerian families travel, with one nanny for
each child. It’s ‘if someone wants basic food – milk, bread, cheese,
yogurt – I’ll go somewhere like Whole Foods, and I’ll pick up the
principal [her employer] on the way to Farnborough and load it on the
plane and send it off.’ It could be for a dinner or ‘it could be their
everyday food. They don’t necessarily want to shop in Abuja, because
they may think the quality of the food is better here. So I have one
family who loves the sausages they get from Whole Foods. And the
scones.’ Private: it’s the only way for scones to travel.
But
that ‘premium economy’ jibe sums up a claustrophobic sense that all
social eyes are upon you in Lagos, one that has contributed to Adora Mba
leaving her oil-world job in Lagos and moving into a job in marketing
consultancy in Mayfair. She felt suffocated. She was, she says, born in
Britain and schooled here – Wycombe Abbey and Bristol. She spent only
four of her very young years in Nigeria. She became an IJGB and she
found it too much, for now. ‘Who knows if I’ll go back? It’s a very
exciting place and it’s coming up in the world. But my [dream] house – I
know it, I feel it – is going to be in Primrose Hill.’ Dream on, Adora:
Lagotians are invading London. ‘I know people who’ve bought houses in
Walton Street,’ sighs Kessie. ‘I can’t go out in my sweats any more; I’m
always seeing people I know.’ People who’ll tell her mother, a
restaurateur and decorator who’s the daughter of the Obarisi and Olokun
(which, Kessie helpfully explains, mean ‘King of All Kings’ and ‘King
Maker’) of the Urhobo Kingdom of Delta State; her maternal grandmother
was a princess, educated at UCL and called to the bar at Lincoln’s Inn.
That
sort of background isn’t uncommon among Nigerians who’ve been educated
here. Anthony Adebo’s grandfather, Simeon Adebo, was an under-secretary
general at the UN and Chancellor of Lagos University; an Okanlomo
(chief) of the Yoruba, he too read law at UCL and was called to the bar.
Lagun Akinloye’s father, Adisa, was the Seriki of Ibadanland and read
law at the LSE. A cabinet minister inthe Sixties, Adisa was forced to
flee the country in 1983; Margaret Thatcher helped him find a house in
Eaton Terrace.
Akinloye
went to Davies Laing & Dick, and then to Leeds. Although he knows –
and put me in touch with – many in this article, he’s less on the
scene, working as a journalist for the London-based Think Africa Press.
The Nigerian now residing in London whom he’d really like to interview
is James Ibori, a former governor of Delta State who’s in jail for 13
years for money laundering and fraud. Ibori had plenty of it: he paid
£2.2m in cash for his house in Hampstead when his official salary was
£3,700 a year. No wonder 94 per cent of Nigerians think their
politicians corrupt – scarcely surprising in a country where it’s been
authoritatively estimated that £250bn of oil revenues have been stolen
or misspent since independence in 1960. Akinloye shrugs wearily. ‘People
in Nigeria don’t ask how you got it,’ he says. Still, he thinks that in
2015 a new political grouping, the All Progressive Congress, may unseat
the People’s Democratic Party, the conservative and economically
neoliberal party that has held power since 1999. ‘But,’ he writes in a
cogent piece, ‘that of itself does not guarantee ordinary Nigerians will
benefit.’
Meantime,
Akinloye hangs out with a ‘creative’ Nigerian crowd in London, one that
detests the moneyed scene. For them, ostentation is symptomatic of the
destruction of moral values in Nigeria. ‘But,’ says Akinloye, ‘if they
had a contract [and the money that brings], I bet they’d be singing a
different tune.’ And wearing better clothes, like Richard Vedelago, who,
with singer Robbie Williams, is the largest investor in Spencer Hart,
the tailor. His jacket tells an interesting, post-colonial story: inside
are the letters ‘HRH HART’, a clue to its original commissioner, the
Duke of Cambridge, who in the end found its (very acceptable) blue a
little bold for him.
Perhaps
William would be more in tune with Anthony Adebo. Beautifully turned
out in a silverish-grey suit of his own design, a mildly hungover Adebo
sits before me, picking at an omelette in a central London restaurant.
He’s back in London after a spell in Lagos, which he’s finding
‘fascinating’. He’s keen on Likwid, is toying with taking 5 Hertford
Street to Lagos, thinks Ilashe Beach and Tarqua Bay are fabulous and is
going to steer clear of politics – doing so was almost a family edict
after his uncle, Funsho Williams, was murdered in 2006 while running for
the governorship of Lagos State. Still, ‘the general term is enjoyment –
there’s a lot of money coming through.’ And though he’s been working in
PR in Lagos, he’s also busy in Britain, setting up a suit company
called York & Windsor. ‘York because that’s where the trade really
started in the UK – all the mills were up there. And Windsor because the
Duke of Windsor is my favourite best-dressed man of all time.’ He
smiles. ‘Closely followed by Prince Charles, of course.’ Nigeria and the
UK; a special relationship indeed.
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