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<p>I was still an undergraduate then and one of my male friends called to tell me that a good friend of his who is &#39;well loaded&#39; saw my picture on his phone and has been disturbing him for my number since then.</p>

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<p>It&#39;s a normal thing I thought, so I told him not to give my number out, and he was like this guy is loaded, play ur game my friend and you will get enough money from him I promise you.&nbsp;</p>

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<p>He told me he will always gist me and inform me whenever the guy is loaded, so we agreed to share any income I make from him 40/60, based on the fact that he was the one bringing the information. The hype about this guy was just too much.&nbsp;</p>

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<p>Fair enough, I agreed and he gave him my number.</p>

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<br>True to his words, this guy was a sweet, very very sweet guy, and a giver..wasn&#39;t stingy at all.</p>

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<p>Like the first time, we spoke on phone. After all the calls he sent me big airtime, I was like Wooooah!
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<br>After the first call, he was like I will send you something right now... Before I could blink an eye, I received a large amount of airtime on my phone worth. $5.</p>

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<p>Later on, we got so close and he kept sending lots of money to me. I was giving my friend his share too and he was giving me information. Everything was going fine.</p>

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<p>I was having a good time of my life because this guy was spoiling me silly, he was very far away so we still hadn&#39;t seen.&nbsp;</p>

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<p>He confessed to me that he was a yahoo guy&nbsp;(I thought as much because he hardly slept at night ).</p>

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<p>He was the sweetest guy I&#39;ve ever dated, so caring, loving, sweet, romantic, and all. I was doing serious big girl in school, I threw parties and all and soon enough I stopped sending my friend his share.</p>

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<p>Later he started talking about me coming over (his place from the mine is like a whole day journey) and I would always make up excuses, in my mind, we will never see After all I was only playing him.</p>

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<p>Soon enough I fell madly in love with him and I couldn&#39;t play him again. I was beginning to think that maybe &#39;he was done for me&#39;.</p>

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<p>I started having all those sweet dreams and 5months later I was head over heels in love with my sweet yahoo guy. If this isn&#39;t loved then I wonder what it is.</p>

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<p style="text-align: center;">He was loving.
<br>Sweet.
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<br>Calls a thousand times in a day.
<br>Sends money like every day.
<br>For any new wire, he gets I always have my own share.
<br>Husband material 100percent.</p>

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<p>So one day, I was home for holiday. As usual, he made suggestions for me to come over to his place. So I assured him I was going to come and even choose a date. In my mind, I knew I wouldn&#39;t go.&nbsp;</p>

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<p>He made thousands and thousands of preparations for my coming, I was just shaking my head.</p>

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<p>We made plans. Did this. Did that.</p>

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<p>So a night to that day I told him I wasn&#39;t coming and blah blah blah, that was how my boyfriend started crying on the phone... It was so Serious that I could feel his emotions and I was genuinely sad. So I told him not to worry quickly went to the ATM to withdraw because he sent me T-fare already.</p>

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<p>I arranged my bag then went to my mom&#39;s room to tell her I was going back to school because I needed to go write &nbsp;&#39;one exam that was shifted to next semester because of the lecturer travelled.&nbsp;</p>

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<p>Mummy prayed for me and gave me money. Throughout that evening I was carrying a book everywhere pretending to be reading.&nbsp;</p>

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<br>So the next day, I couldn&#39;t leave home early because my school wasn&#39;t that far. I didn&#39;t want anyone suspecting me so I had to cook, did some other chores, and waited till it was afternoon before leaving.&nbsp;</p>

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<p style="text-align: center;">At exactly 1 pm. I left Abuja for Ile Ife.
<br>If I had known how far this journey was.
<br>If I had known what would happen to me.
<br>Had I known, had I known...</p>

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<p>_{<strong>TO BE CONTINUED...</strong>}</p>
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