Republic of Ireland based Folarin and son of General Oladipupo Diya, is savouring his fun in Dublin, the Irish capital.

Sunday Sun ran into the carbon-copy son of the former No.2 man in the General Sani Abacha regime at Spirit Night Club on Abbey Street, City Centre, Dublin, while he was on a roller coaster ride with his Irish girlfriend.

•Folarin Photo: Sun News Publishing

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The Spirit nightclub, an exclusive hangout for the privileged and fun loving Dubliners, was practically aglow on March 25, when Folarin and his sister Bola, popped in to catch their fun.

Most Irish people work real hard from Monday through Friday, reserving the weekend beginning from Friday evening to Saturday for partying and drinking to let off steam. They are not alone in this pastime.

Nigerians, particularly the party freaks, have practically merged passion with their Irish hosts in doing what they are masters, partying like they have no troubles in another man’s country.

Hours of surveillance at the upscale club yielded a handful of surprises-each one very pleasant.

One of such is that most of the nubile Irish ladies instead of dating the Irish guy, however, seem to be physically attracted to the army of black males-especially Nigerians.

Sunday Sun observed on 10 different occasions as the fashion-conscious Nigerian dudes approached the flock of Irish

" chicks" and on each occasion the result was always the same.

As the Nigerian hunk approaches with his face wreathed in a winning smile, the Irish babe would match the smile with a beatific one of her own-before holding on to his outstretched hand-and regardless of how tired she is, agrees to a round of close contact dance.

And the kind of dance they engage in, is like nothing compared to what our young folks are into, back home in Nigeria.

The Irish ladies seem to share the same appeal. They turn their attractive backsides to their Nigerian dance mates, and erotically, grind their intimidating "backyards" on the crotch of their dance partner.

Masters of the game, the "Naija boys" then grab them around the waist while glued together like magnet on iron.

Mistress has finally met the master.

Sunday Sun gathered that it is an open secret in the compact country that the young, adventurous and well…occasionally tipsy Irish babes are one soul in several bodies; unified in the belief that an average Nigerian guy is not only loaded but is as strong as a stallion.

This seems to be the basis for the sometime fatal attraction that has turned most Nigerian dudes into sex machines, coveted by the Irish beauties.

It was also observed that unlike their male couterparts, Nigerian babes do not fare as well as they are forced to share the attention of their men-albeit good naturedly-with the teeming horde of white ladies. Of course, most of them hardly get a look in from the Irish boys.

That Diya’s son is in hot demand was only evident the moment he arrived at the Club’s gate.

While everybody-white and black alike-queued up to purchase tickets for 15 Euros to enter the club, our own general’s son was not asked a dime as gate fee. This underscores his popularity in Dublin.

The younger Diya was simply waved in by the menacing Irish bouncers who gave him a respectful pat on the back and a Hi-Five sign before ushering him respectfully into the club.

Inside, Folarin was all motion. Like a shark among mackerels, he waltzed his way around the bevy of white Irish damsels before settling for a tall and leggy Irish beauty with a stunning model’s figure.

Of course, our camera man could not hold back, as he clicked on and on and on.

Snuggled tightly to the leggy lady’s "backyard", the younger Diya, with a glass of champagne in his right hand, was still able to engage his left hand which caressed the Irish lady’s midriff and flat tummy at will.

Like the Yoruba community are wont to say in Ireland, "gbogbo aye l’en je" (All enjoyment is yours). That Folarin is having undiluted fun was never in doubt.

He was in Nirvana!

It was also glaring that the bliss was a two-way affair as the gyrating couple danced, glued together for hours on end until the wee hours of the morning when they both dissapeard to…where, nobody really could say.

Folarin’s sibling, Bola is, however, a well mannered young lady who kept to herself and also made sure the guys-whether black or white-kept his hand to himself as she danced alone on most occasion.

Not that her brother is such a bad guy himself.

Far from it.

The fact is that the younger Diya is too much his father’s son.

Handsome, tall and well stacked like a stallion; he merely represents the inversely proportional prototype of the much sought after Nigerian male-model-sex-machine by the Irish beauties.

And do you blame him for having himself a ball?