Some fathers do have them! Rich, Spoilt Brat…Billionaire Ernest Nwapa’s daughter, Tracy, fights dirty at nite club…

By Ben Ayanwale

It is sometimes easier to establish an institute for the study of child guidance than it is to turn one rich, spoilt, brat into a decent human being.

Little wonder very few parents and constituents of the high society are doing a bang up job of raising their wards. If you look deeply enough, you just might find that it is daddy’s trust fund and mummy’s deep pockets that intoxicates Tracy Nwapa, like poisonous rum stupefies the fun-loving lady.

However, after his ignominious sack as pioneer executive secretary, Nigerian Content Development and Monitoring Board (NCDMB) by former President Goodluck Jonathan, Engr. Ernest Nwapa, who has since recoiled into his professional cocoon, must be ruing the utter shame brought upon him again by his daughter, Tracy.

Tracy, a 2009 graduate of Wayne State University, Detroit, Michigan, U.S.A, who came into public consciousness as a presenter on Soundcity TV, was involved in a bitter spat with two of her friends and competitors in the hair business, Kika and Chioma Ikeokwu. Tracy has a hair business while Kika, who used to have a saloon in London, and Chioma Ikeokwu run Good Hair Ltd which prides itself as being devoted to providing the highest grade of virgin human hair extensions and lace systems to the most insightful and quality conscious women of all ethnic backgrounds.

As the story goes, the root of their bitter fight was planted in an Instagram post by Tracy when she hash-tagged a hair #Sokhloe which the Good Hair babes went on to patent. This riled Tracy and set her on a subliminal binge on Instgram. Kika and Chioma were not oblivious to these posts as they equally threw in a few of theirs too.

Then, last Saturday, the trio met at upscale Sip Club, Victoria Island, Lagos. Tracy, according to sources was already seated when Chioma and Kika walked in with another group and sat at the same table with Tracy and her companions as they all seemed acquainted. The revelry was in full swing.

Everybody was upbeat while the lightheaded ones were already swooning. It was that time during clubbing when you virtually have to scream to be heard by the person sitting next to you. Then, a male friend in Kike’s group poured a drink and offered Tracy but Kike would have none of it as she slapped the drink from his hand, shattering the glass and splashing the drink on those close by.

Tracy, tired of the drama, made to leave and wanted to pass where Chioma was sitting, apparently, the only space she could manoeuvre from, but Chioma blocked her path, asking her to find elsewhere to pass. Tracy was flustered and angry simultaneously, wondering at the effrontery. According to Chioma, where she sat was too tight and thus, couldn’t make way for her.

Out of the blues, Kike came from behind and slapped Tracy hard. A fight then ensued. It took the efforts of the club’s brawny bouncers to separate and throw them out. Outside, Tracy lurked menacingly, panting heavily and spoiling for a fight outside. As the duo of Kike and Chima emerged, Tracy dazed Chioma with her studded bag and Kike reacted fast, punching and tugging at her hair. Then, there was a melee as friends and onlookers entered the fray. By the time they were eventually separated and all pacified to go their separate ways, the volume of flesh on display would make a monk make a cross. Indeed, some fathers do have them.