A man gets the shock of his life when his girlfriend, whom he supported through school for four years, marries another man just two months before their own wedding introductions.
A netizen named @afrisagacity shared the story on X.According to @afrisagacity, he met the man at UNN’s photocopy stand back in 2011.
The man who came to UNN to work as a photocopy machine operator informed him that he had supported his girlfriend’s study at Anambra State University.
He had paid all of her bills, from 100L to 400L, when her attitude began to change.
The man described how he had called her one day and she had not answered, only to call back two days later.
He then discovered that she had married in October, months before their wedding introductions were scheduled for December.
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“My Friend Trained His Fiancée in School For 4 Years And She Dumped Him After Graduating – A True Story!
I felt the nudge to share this story, yet again. It’s one story that has refused to leave my deep memory ever since it filtered into my ears.
I feel the need to share this, in every moment that my memory stumbles on it, particularly because there are still men who drag themselves into the deep-sh!t this my friend fell in.
So, I touched down the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, as a freshman, in the first week of Jan, 2011, curious and expectant. I was quick to conclude my registrations, in few days, and join the classes.
On the 14th of that month, I bought the scratch card to apply for hostel accommodation. Unfortunately, the site suffered a glitch. Everyone who logged in, in the period the glitch lasted, didn’t get accommodation.
That day, I returned to the PG hostel, where I was squaring, fagged out. After a some rest, I freshened up and dashed out with a biro and a pile of handouts to photocopy.
At the time, petty traders and small-scale printing and photocopy operators clustered around the space within Kwame Nkrumah, Mbanefo, and Alvan Ikoku hostels. As I approached there, Jude signaled me to come to his side.
I got there and he offered me a seat and pleaded with me to be patient for him to round off with photocopying the materials in his hands. I liked his entreaty. I simply said no problem.
Jude was about 5.8 inches in height, dark-skinned, good looking, but had a very calm demeanor. You could pass him as that chilled guy who doesn’t like problem.
Where I seated, I couldn’t stop feeding my eyes with the sight of hotties stepping out of Kwame Nkrumah hostel, with bum-shots, and light singlets that revealed their pointed ni.pp….les.
His voice sounded deep and concerning. I haven’t heard someone say such stuff to me before. My Dad who’s my “main man” and “instructor” had never addressed women with such a demeaning word – as “ghosts.”
Curious, I asked him, “what do you mean, they’re ghosts, sir?” He replied, “my brother, they’re not worth it. When they deal with you, you’ll understand.” The words struck me with more inquisitiveness.
At this time, I wanted to know why he carried such mentality – why he came to the point of categorizing all women with the same hateful perception. So, I asked him to explain.
At this time, he’s finished with the materials he’s chipping away at and gathered mine. He gazed at me hesitantly and shook his head. He plunged his right hand in his pocket, drew out his telephone and showed me an image of a fine lady.
“See this woman?” He asked. “She was my fiancée.” I kind of felt this angry and dull tone in his voice. He paused for a moment and continued, shortly, to narrate.
So, Jude ran a Physicist shop before Uli grounds, of Anambra state University(ANSU), presently Odumegwu Ojukwu College (OOU). He had this woman he was dating. The woman was from a generally poor family.
So, he assumed up the liability to support her in school, when she acquired admission to review (a course I can’t recollect) at Oko Poly, in 2006. She completed her Public Confirmation (ND) in 2008 and continued to do HND.
The bills were all on him, including a month to month upkeep remittance he’d ship off her and other trivial monetary solicitations. He didn’t go to class, he just did apprenticeship and was settled by his Oga to begin his own chemist.
But, Jude needed an alumni spouse. None of the times he dealt with the young lady did he grumble. His conviction was that they’re currently a couple.
Interestingly, Jude took actions to lawfully wed the woman, after she began her HND yet she declined. She let him know that assuming they got hitched, she would in all likelihood get pregnant and lose fixation in her examinations. She said, he ought to show restraint until her last year.
2010 was her last year, she had started her undertaking. Thus, he in a real sense constrained her for a Presentation. They had wanted to do the presentation and customary marriage in December, 2010. Tragically, the a half year long ASUU strike happened.
Schools were closed down from July, 2010 to December, same year. Anambra state College was among the striking schools. His significant clients at Uli grounds were understudies. Thus, when the school shut down, his support definitely declined.
He discovered that UNN had continued meeting. That’d be a decent chance to do a part time job and procure, forthcoming when ANSU would continue. In this way, he purchased a copier and a work area computer.
Towards September, that year, he saw a glaring change in the mentality of his supposed fiancée. She scarcely picked or circled back to him. Yet, he wasn’t pondering the worst situation imaginable in their relationship – man was both gullible and innocent.
At this point, he paused, again, for a moment, stared at me and muttered “nna nwanne eh…umu nwayi di egwu.” (my brother, women are scary).
It took his fiancée around fourteen days to get back to him. She sounded so hesitantly and uninterested – basically told him she’d been occupied with her task and didn’t need disturbance!
He actually played along – as the decent darling kid who’s confident of being a spouse to an alumni wife soon.
One cool Saturday night, in the second seven day stretch of December, his telephone rang. He looked and it’s her. They hadn’t represented about seven days. Thus, he raced to pick with much eagerness.
She started off with appreciation to him for “everything he had done for her.” She managed to speak with this guilt and yet, “I don’t care” voice. Then, after she’s done with her rigmarole, she finally dropped the bombshell.
She had been engaged since October, that year to another man but kept it to herself, waiting for her wedding plans to be finalized, first. She’s getting married in that December.
Recall, he had planned with her, to have their introduction that December.
Of course, his first thought was it’s a dark joke or a prank. Just before he could drop the question, “are you joining,” she cut in and told him she’d send him an IV soonest and ended the call.
Man almost got a heart attack instantly. He fell to his chair, completely caught off for a few minutes. Was he in trance or daydreaming, he inquired within but got no response.
A few hours after, he rang her back, she didn’t pick. He decided to travel home the next day. He got home by evening and got a package from his mother, from the lady. He opened it and it was her IV.
There came a sudden rush of anger and confusion that gripped his fainting heart. He trashed the IV and dashed on the road, off to the lady’s house.
Fortunately, he met her – her parents were around too. He confronted her in their presence – and got the shocker of his life.
She bragged and told him to calculate the money he spent on her. She’d tell her new man and he’d pay. It’s like a teargas canister had hit his swelling head. A moment of dizziness, mixed with a festering anger quickly set in.
Now, he got the message loud and clear. His “investments” were up in flames, in his very own eyes and he’s helpless at this point – he can’t change it!
“So, did you oblige to her request and send to her the cost of your expenses on her,” I asked anxiously. “You believe she doesn’t know how much I spent on her?” He retorted angrily.
He actually walked away from the lady’s compound and never stepped his feet there again. He never called her for any refund. He said he left her to her “chi” (personal god).
At this point, I just couldn’t articulate my feelings. Deep down, I was thinking “but oga , you too fvck up.” But I could only get my voice to echo “omo” and “nna eh” at intervals.
He turned again and said, “you now understand why I see these ones as ghosts?” If you follow them, they’ll chop you and dumb you, without mercy. They don’t have conscience. That’s why they’re ghosts.”
I gazed at Jude with this deep pity for both the man he was and the he became – and none appealed to me.
He was a naive weakling, a hopelessly romantic fellow who was played by a gold-differ. And now, he’s become a wounded hater of women. That single incident distorted his orientation about women and left a hole in his heart.
But, like I did reflect that day, I wonder why women actually wear this heart of cruelty – to have a man exhaust their money, their time, their love, feelings and hopes in you, in training you through higher institution, all for you to graduate and find him less deserving of you.
This isn’t to condemn the act of a male partner sponsoring his unmarried female partner in school. But hey, just like Jude, I have seen other men suffer similar soul-crushing fate. Their female partners dumped them, after graduating, without a blink!”
