MY NIGERIAN BOYFRIEND ALMOST SOLD MY SOUL FOR HIS WEALTH

MY NIGERIAN BOYFRIEND ALMOST SOLD MY SOUL FOR HIS WEALTH 

I never thought love could be dangerous, chomi. I just wanted someone to care for me… and maybe give me a little comfort in life. That’s how I met him.

His name was Tunde. He was handsome, charming, and always knew the right thing to say. He had money, a car, nice clothes… everything I didn’t have. I was young, and I wanted a better life, so I didn’t ask too many questions.

I first saw him at a party. He smiled at me in a way that made my heart skip, chomi. We talked all night. He listened, laughed at my jokes, and made me feel special. A week later, he called me to meet him at a fancy restaurant. He bought me flowers, chocolates, and told me I was beautiful. I thought, maybe this is my chance to finally live comfortably.

At first, it was small things, chomi. Dinner, gifts, little trips. He made me feel like I mattered. He was always kind, always giving. I started to believe I had found the perfect man.

But then, things got strange. Sometimes, he would whisper to objects in his room and ask me to stay quiet. He drew strange symbols on paper and put them under my pillow. I laughed it off. “It’s just a ritual, chomi,” I told myself. “It’s nothing.”

One night, I woke up feeling weak, chomi. My body ached all over, and I felt like someone had taken something from me. I saw him smiling, and for the first time, fear hit me. I tried to leave, but he always found a way to convince me to stay.

I started asking questions, quietly. I learned things I wish I didn’t know—about sacrifices, rituals, and money made from human suffering. My stomach twisted every time I realized I might be next.

It became clear one evening when I overheard him talking to someone else. “She is perfect. She will bring more money than the others,” he said. I froze, chomi. My heart sank. That was me. I was not just his girlfriend… I was his target. His money-making sacrifice.

I wanted out, but I was trapped. My love for comfort had blinded me. All the gifts, the trips, the attention… they were just chains to hold me close.

I knew I had to be careful, chomi. If he noticed I was suspicious, it could be too late. I started pretending to enjoy the relationship, laughing at his jokes, accepting his gifts, while secretly planning my escape. I memorized routes, saved some money, and reached out to a friend I trusted.

One night, he asked me to go to a special ceremony. My stomach twisted in fear, but I agreed, chomi. I stayed calm, pretending to obey. When the time was right, I ran. I ran faster than I ever had, ignoring his shouts behind me. I didn’t stop until I reached my friend’s house, safe but shaking.

I don’t know if he will come after me, chomi. I don’t know if I have escaped completely. But I have learned something the hard way: some love comes with a price too high to pay. And sometimes, the people who seem to care the most are the ones who want to use you for their own gain.

I still think about Tunde sometimes. I think about how close I was to losing everything… my life, my freedom, my soul. And I promise myself, chomi, that I will never let money or comfort blind me again.