I was on my own jejely on Facebook. I barely use that app—I just opened it out of boredom. Naso one fine guy DM me. I was like, “Who be this one?” He asked to be my friend and all, said he lived in Turkey. He sha asked me out, and we started dating online. This boy showed me love no be small. I was like, “Wetin exactly you want from me?” Calling me sweet names and all, and me sef, as a lover girl, I don fall. 😂 Naso baba said he wan change my wardrobe and send me 5 million to support my business. 😂 I was really happy, but another part of me didn’t believe him. This man is too good to be true. Nah only you fine, nah only you still get money, nah only you still wan kind? I sha played along with him.
Naso baba said he was on red flag and couldn’t send money directly but could only send it through a parcel. Since he wanted to get me some clothes and bags, he said he would add the money to it. I said no problem. 😂 I don call my bank manager ask am how much be dollar rate presently. 😂😂 To cut the story short, he went to a designer store and sent me videos of how he was shopping for me. 😂 I sha dey thank am. After the shopping, he chatted me up, saying the only flight he could get was to Abuja. He said he had already sent the package and sorted all the delivery costs, but I would have to pay for local charges. I was like, “No wahala,” I sha dey follow up.
That was how I received an email the next morning, saying my parcel had already arrived in Abuja and I needed to pay N85k for it to be delivered. I was like, “I have a sister over there that can pick it up for me.” They said the package was confidential. I was like, “Okay, I will come by myself to Abuja to pick it up.” Naso dem block me o! My lover and the agent. 😂😅 Nah GOD SAID make I no greedy. 😂😂 Werey wan rip me.
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