Children of wealthy billionaires in the late 80s and 90s were on a different frequency. They would literary walk into their father’s bedrooms and grab bundles of Deutsche marks, francs, pounds sterling and make off to a local hotel with a young lady that’s a pretty girl in another secondary school or uni from theirs. They would runaway with a choice car in the garage and the car of choice was often a baby benz 190 or Toyota Celica or Nissan 350z 😃 The ones with balls of steel would take the choice Mercedes 560 SEL with a covered custom name plate. These children were bold and audacious! Back in the day, they would binge on yago yago, Eva wine and calypso at local bars and clubs till 4am while touring from Uyo to Benin City to Ibadan to Jos. At some point they may buy a used Toyota or Volkswagen for their favorite prostitute at the whore house down the street. A power bike, preferably Kawasaki Ninja, Suzuki GSX or Honda CBR was often on the purchase list with multiple colors of timberlands to match these fast bikes. There was an uncle or family member that enjoyed part of the runway loot with giving them intel, whether daddy was upset or if mummy has eaten dinner in the last 5 days since the discovery. Have they contacted the police or which relative was unaware of the heist. It was often the highest form of prodigality one could phantom for any human. The siblings were left at home to deal with the transfer of aggression of daddy who would disown this bastard child 10 times in a day while still praying he returned home safe. There were many of them from Port Harcourt to Warri to Ilupeju to Ikoyi to Kaduna & Maiduguri. It was the era of prodigals. A few managed to use their “Tokunboh” statuses to elope to the UK or USA and later seek forgiveness from their fathers at the late stage in life. It was a definitely an era! A few of them are back in Nigeria and we laugh about those days. You had to be there to witness it. Children these days are truly handicapped with e-banking 😃😃😃😃😃😃 Y