I came to Kaduna as a young, hopeful NYSC corps member from the East, full of dreams and ready to serve my country. Within months, I was living the “dream life” most girls only see on Instagram — a fully furnished apartment, a car, monthly allowance, and the attention of a powerful man. But that dream turned into my worst nightmare, all because I fell for the sweetest lies from a classic Yoruba demon.
This is my story — and a warning to every young lady out there.
The Sugar Daddy Who Never Touched Me
Alhaji Abdullahi, a top civil servant in Kaduna, swept me off my feet. He promised to make my service year comfortable. In return, I gave him companionship. He rented me a beautiful apartment, bought me a car, and gave me money every month without fail.
But here’s what confused me from day one: Alhaji never touched me. Not once. He visited once or twice a month, talked about work and life, then left. No intimacy. No romance. Just money and presence. I asked questions, but he always dodged them with gifts and sweet words. “Just be patient,” he would say. “Everything will make sense soon.”
I stayed because the money helped my family back home. I ignored the red flags.
The Yoruba Demon Next Door
That was when Tunde entered my life. My neighbor — a smooth-talking Yoruba banker. He was everything Alhaji wasn’t: charming, funny, attentive, and very physical. He cooked for me, listened to my complaints about Alhaji’s strange arrangement, and made me feel desired.
From innocent chats to sleeping over, our “friendship” quickly became passionate. For the first time in months, I felt wanted. I fell hard for his sweet mouth and smooth ways — the classic Yoruba demon playbook.
Then came the pregnancy. The timing made it clear it was Tunde’s. When I told Alhaji, he threw me out immediately — took the car, stopped the allowance, and warned me never to contact him again. The man who kept me without touching me wanted nothing to do with “my shame.”
Tunde’s reaction was even colder. “I have a wife and kids in Lagos,” he said without remorse. “Sort yourself out. We were just having fun.” He blocked me everywhere.
From Luxury to the Streets — And the Painful Humiliation
In one month, I went from living in luxury to struggling in a cheap room, pregnant, broke, and alone. Friends who knew about both men laughed behind my back. “You wanted to chop both sides and now you’re pregnant by the wrong one.”
The Yoruba demon took what he wanted and vanished. The sugar daddy used me as a trophy or cover and discarded me when trouble came. I was left carrying the consequences — alone, ashamed, and scared for my unborn child.
Why do Yoruba demons do this? They come with sweet words, fake care, and bedroom skills that make you ignore every red flag. They know how to make you feel special while planning their exit strategy. Tunde didn’t just take my body — he took my peace, my future plans, and left me to suffer.
Alhaji wasn’t better. Keeping a young girl in luxury without real commitment is wickedness. Both of them deserve a special place — whether in hell or something even hotter.
My Advice to Every Young Lady
If a man is too smooth, too generous without clear reason, or avoids real commitment — run. Yoruba demons are masters at the game. They will praise you, sleep with you, and disappear when reality hits.
I’m now in a different city, trying to rebuild. The pregnancy is progressing, and I’ve accepted I might raise this child alone. But the pain of being used and discarded by two men still burns.
Ladies, protect your heart and your body. Don’t let money or sweet talk blind you. And to the Yoruba demons out there — karma is patient, but she never forgets.
What do you think, readers? Should Blessing pursue both men for support? Or focus on herself and the baby? Drop your honest advice below. These stories are too common — let’s learn from them.
