I met Sly at a party in Lekki. He had the looks, the car, the cash, and the charm — everything a girl like me could want. He said he was into “real estate and forex,” but deep down, I knew he was a Yahoo boy.
He started buying me phones, clothes, flew me to Ghana and Dubai. I even introduced him to my family. My younger sister, Amaka, adored him. She used to say, “I want a man like Sly.”
One day, I came back from school and found my sister shivering in her room, barely able to speak. She eventually confessed that. Read the entire article now by clicking this link—don’t miss it!
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