There’s this gospel artist who recently got married, whom I used to date (he’s very popular now). During the time I dated him, we never went on proper dates. We only went to church programs where he was invited to perform, and then we’d go back home to have sex. The first time we had sex, I regretted it. This guy had little to no size and didn’t last up to a minute. I told myself I could manage because he had connections that I could benefit from. I lived on the mainland, and he stayed on the island. He barely gave me money, even when he told me to come see him.
He’d only give me the exact amount to get to his place. This guy makes a lot of money from church performances. The day I lost it was when I told him I was coming to see him, and he told me to bring my own feeding money. I thought he was joking, but when I got there, we didn’t eat until 4-5 PM. It dawned on me that this guy only wanted me for sex. I knew it was time to run. I lied to him that I was pregnant, and before I could say anything, he said I had to remove it because we weren’t compatible. I said okay, collected money, and blocked him everywhere. Oloshi alaye baje!
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