Going back memory lane, the common saying “Money is the root of all evil” reminded me of my past, way back in the university. I came from a very poor background. I struggled day and night working hard as a trader to ensure that I got university education
However, on getting into the university, I changed without knowing it, I gradually became one of the notorious girls on campus. This was due to my association with flashy and academically unserious set of girls. During my very first year in the university; I was timid and didn’t know my left from my right. So, I allowed one of my course mates Caroline, who was also in the same hostel room with me, to guide and direct me. She seemed far more confident and
smarter than I was.
Eventually, her friends also became my friends and we started moving together. On one fateful day, when I was getting ready to go for lectures, Caroline told me that a man was looking for me. So I went outside to meet the man by his car. He was a short man perhaps in his early 60s, he went straight to the point asking me out. After introducing himself as Chief Johnson
Waire, a business man. I politely told him that I was not interested and left
The next day one of my roommates told me that I was sent a parcel. Could it be my mother? I asked myself. So I went to collect the parcel. When I got to my room and opened the parcel I was speechless. In it were varieties of expensive jewelry, Soap, cream and a new
smartphone. There was also an envelope in it and it contained the sum of Fifty thousand dollars ($50,000). I dropped the envelope out of fear. Still with my shaky hands, I picked it up again and read it;
Immediately I saw the name of chief Johnson Waire, I was shocked and very angry at the same time. I wanted to return the parcel but I decided to show Caroline those gifts and displayed my intention of returning the money known to her. But to my greatest surprise, Caroline called me “madness in practice”. She said that I was stupid and called Chief “God sent”. She advised that I kept everything.
After all, I had text books and handouts I was yet to pay for besides my generally poor financial situation. That was how I started dating the chief. From time to time, I would miss some of my lectures to go out with the chief and this affected my studies badly. I sometimes had carry over in my courses.
Years later the chief suddenly changed his character towards me. He forced me to go on a date with him and in this process I missed my lectures for almost up to 2 weeks. My grades started declining
On one Saturday morning, I overhead the chief speaking with someone on the phone and
asking him the day he will bring the girl for ritual (killing people or animals for sacrifice to get something, mostly money) and that time was running out. I became scared and tensed.
I continued to breathe heavily because I didn’t know where to go from there. The chief came in
and asked me what was wrong, I was speechless and didn’t know where to start from.
He suddenly realised that I overheard him and he threatened to kill me if I exposed him.
He bundled me into his car boot and blind folded me. He took me to an unknown place. I heard
scary noises from different direction and became terrified. As I was crying and shouting for help,
I started to ask God to come and save me. I tried to escape and one of the gangs members helped to rescue me. I ran straight to the police station and reported the situation
Eventually, I was left alone, the situation was hard for me due to the several carryovers in my course and the disappointment I brought to my family, especially my mother who had struggled really hard to see me through the university, With tears in my eyes, I regrettably said,
“If I knew he was that kind of person I wouldn’t have gone out with him”
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