Eniola Lasaki
Oi! Besties, since it’s Topboy season, I thought I’d get with the lingo as well. Get me?
Also, did y’all expect what happened to Sully? Because it still has me in shock!
Anyhoo, hope y’all are having a week as smooth as mine.
This one is quite lengthy, so I won’t bore you with an intro…Sis has been through it in this life and this is why I keep asking if relationships are a do-or-die.
Brace yourselves sha, cuz this is about to be a long ride…
“I met this guy online in 2013, I was 20 years old then. We started dating but things were very rough for him. He was squatting with a friend.
Fast forward to 2015, June precisely; I don’t forget dates, and that’s why I remembered it was June. It was the first time he gave me money, and what he gave me was 30k. I was overjoyed. Happiness nearly kills me.
We continued dating. In 2017, he came to Nigeria to see me for the first time. I refused to have sex with him because I didn’t know but while he was at mine I went through his phone and saw chats of him with different girls.
Well, I did not confront him I kept the phone we continued dating even after he left. Fast forward to 2019, things became very bad for him, very bad he sold everything he had and almost slept on the street.
Still, we kept dating in mid-2019 he used a fake account to chat me up on Instagram and later came to say he was the one, and he was mad at me for indulging the guy who chatted with me. We fought but settled later.
Every December he would tell me he is coming back to see my people and let’s get married but before December, something will carry his money. It began to look like a spiritual thing.
I cheated on him but never told him, which I’m not proud of. Things continued to be bad over bad upon bad for him.
In 2022, I lost my job, and I was indebted left right center searched for work the whole of Lagos I didn’t see the ones I saw were offering 40k. After calculating transport and feeding, there was nothing to go home with.
Hmmm, it was a tough year I went from 56kg to 50kg. I couldn’t face my family, as I was barely feeding.
I told him and he kept encouraging me that things would be fine. One day in October I got a WhatsApp message from this guy that says he live in America, and he got my number from a friend.
I told him I was in a relationship but Oga kept putting pressure. I woke up to a very long message after two weeks, I started chatting with him back. I started enjoying the attention. I perceived him as a rich guy, so I needed rescue from poverty’s grip. He promised to send me 350k I was so happy. I couldn’t even sleep. Joy wan kill me.
So, I reached out to my boyfriend and told him this particular guy was chatting with me and asked if it was him because he had done something like this before. Well, as expected he said it wasn’t him.
I asked him another day he still said it was not him I was like okay then it’s not him. This other guy now asked for my n*de in exchange for the money he wanted to give me. In fact, he increased it to 750k.
Jesusssss! It was so tempting for someone who couldn’t even pay her rent. Hmmm, yeah, I sent him a video of me mast*rb*ting and fond*ing my brea*t but my face wasn’t showing. I refuse to put my face on. I sent him more than five different videos.
To cut a long story short, it was my boyfriend again, disguising and chatting me up. I felt terrible I felt dirty, I cried I couldn’t face him. I was broken financially, emotionally, mentally. Everything was broken he kept sending me messages. He told my cousin everything.
I told him I wasn’t the one in the video and that I downloaded it. He kept insulting me, haaaaaaaaa!
One day I stood up went to my kitchen and drank Snipper. Luckily, help came. I survived, but was looking like bone.
He now told me that he had finally made money but wanted to test my loyalty and he was planning on coming back to marry me but I was worthless and that I would be here, 30, broke, miserable, and single. That I don’t worth a kobo. I cried and begged him, but he blocked me.
He told me he had all my videos and he would hurt me with it. I have asked God for forgiveness, and I hope Heaven forgives me. I’m dirty and I know it.
With the help of a friend, I left Lagos and moved to Abuja, squatting with a friend. I got a job. The pay is not up to 100k but it’s doable. I’m still trying to manage and pay back all the loan apps I’m owing.”
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Ire o (bye)!
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