Sly and I met at a Lekki party. He had everything a girl like me could desire: the charm, the money, the car, and the good looks. I understood deep down that he was a Yahoo boy, even if he claimed to be interested in “real estate and forex.”
He flew me to Ghana and Dubai and began buying me clothes and phones. I even told my relatives about him. Amaka, my younger sister, loved him. “I want a man like Sly,” she used to say.
My sister was shivering in her room, hardly able to speak, when I returned from school one day. Sly had driven her to a motel, tampered with her drink, and used her for “something spiritual,” she later admitted. She claimed that after he forced her to swear an oath, she had been experiencing seizures and hearing voices ever since.
When I challenged him, Sly merely laughed and answered, “I needed fresh blood to renew the work.”
I froze. betrayed. I’m devastated. My sister suffered as a result of my being fattened for slaughter, even though I believed I was in love.
My sister is currently in and out of hospitals, my family is destroyed, and I live every day with the guilt of ever letting that devil into our lives.
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