Tales from No Ordinary Jho

Fellow Malaysians,

SATIRE | Six years ago, you wouldn’t have known how to pronounce my name. Today, it is on the lips of almost every one of yours. I don’t blame anyone but the media because journalists have made me out to be a crook. There has been a concerted effort to destroy me and my vast business empire.

I was not and still am No Ordinary Jho (pun intended). In my twenties, I was already walking the corridors of power – dining and wining heads of states and enough money to impress and mesmerise them and especially their wives.

But that kind of power, fame and money has its pitfalls. Some of them view me differently although the wives fall back on me for their other requirements like jewellery and handbags and their regular Botox treatments.

News organisations especially The Wall Street Journal, The Edge and Malaysiakini (more on these later) have made me out to be a villain – which is far from the truth. Actually, I am a fixer who can fix anything and everything if the price is right...