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Correct Updates Naija, Festac Town (2025)

18/07/2025

📩 “PLEASE H£LP ME POST THIS ANONYMOUSLY. I DON'T KNOW WHO ELSE TO TALK TO…”

Hide my ID and notify me.

I’ve been quiet for too long. I’ve swall0wed sh@me, paiin, and confu$ion. But now, my heàrt can’t carry it anymore.

I l0st my husb@nd in November 2023 — a quiet, gentle soul who never looked for tr0uble. He d!ed while traveling to Abuja for a contract his best friend h£lped him secure. I didn’t know that same friend would become the nightm@re I’m b@ttling today.

🚩 The betr@yal I never expected

After my husband was bur!ed in the village, he came to me like a brother:

Don’t worry, I’ll help you process the m0ney from the contract.” “Your husb@nd trusted me, so let me stand in for him.”

Because we trusted him, he had access to some of my husband’s business documents and bank details. I was gr!eving — I wasn’t thinking straight. And that’s how this man d!verted over ₦17 m!llion that was meant for my husb@nd’s company.

He transferred the contract to his own company name, cla!med my husband was “no longer available,” and continued collecting payments from the client. All while I was using my savings to feed my two sons and pay school fees.

I went to the p0lice, they say “settle it as family”

I have £vidence. Bank transfers. Chats. Even audio recordings.
But when I rep0rted him, the DPO in the area station told me:

Ah madam, no go disgr@ce yourself. This na your husband’s padi. Try make una settle for peace.

Chuka even had the audacity to say I should marry him so he can help me raise my sons well — after ste@ling my husb@nd’s business!

💔 I’m sink!ng. I don’t know what to do.

I’ve been surviving on small jobs just to feed my kids.

The house rent is due.

My late husb@nd’s car was seized by the bank.

His family says I should “let it go and move on.”

Move on from what? 17 million? The business he built for us? The betr@yal from his best friend?

Please, I need the advice of str@ngers now:

Should I file a case in court, even though people say “I won’t win”?

Or should I let go and start from scratch for peace sake?

I’m tired of $uffering in silence.
Please post this for me.
I need to know — what would you do if you were me?

18/07/2025

📩 “PLEASE H£LP ME POST THIS. I’M BREA'KING APART.”

Hide my ID.

I’m a 32-year-old woman from Edo State, married to a Yoruba man from Ogun State. We’ve lived in Lagos since 2014. I was never treatted like a wife by his people, but I ignored it because my husband loved me dearly. Or so I thought.

He pa$$ed away in April this year — heàrt att@ck.

I couldn’t breathe. I nearly l0st my mind. I kept thinking about our three kids — two girls, one boy. I said to myself, At least I have the house he left for us. He built it in our joint name. That’s one thing no one can take from us.”

I was wr0ng. So wr0ng.

Everything started to unravel at the burial.

At the bur!al in Abeokuta, a woman showed up with her son — cla!ming to be his “first wife from the village”. She said she married him tr@ditionally before he met me, and her son is his true first son.

His family embraced her instantly. They didn’t care that I was the one he legaly married. They said, “We know her. Na true. He no dey tell people say he get wife for village.”

After the burial, they said I was “only second wife by law”, and the first wife’s son — a boy of 14 — is the “first heir.”

Then they changed the l0cks.

The house in Lekki that we both lived in for 9 years — the one we paid for together — they l0cked it. Said everything in it belongs to “the family” now.

They t00k his cars. They even went to his workplace to collect the little gratuity he left. They said they’re handling everything for the “family.” My husband’s younger brother told me to m0ve out, that the house bel0ngs to the real wife and son.

💔 I’m now squatting with my sister in Ajegunle.

My children don’t understand why we’re no longer home.
They crry every day.
I have the house documents but his family said they’ve g0ne to court to chall£nge it.
They said I’m a legal mist@ke their brother made in Lagos.

I am angrry. I am br0ken. And I feel betr@yed.
This was the man I stood by when he was nothing. I helped him register his company.
I sacrificed so much. And now I’m left with nothing?

😭 Please, I need advice:

Do I fight this in C0urt, knowing they have “village backing”?

Because right now, I’m l0sing my sanity.

Please suggest for me what to do please 😔💔

18/07/2025

📩 "PLEASE H£LP ME POST THIS ANONYMOUSLY. I'M L0SING MY MIND..."

My name is not important. I’m from Cross River, but I live in Lagos.
I’ve been married for 11 years to a man I loved with my entire heart. We strugled together, saved together, built together. Life wasn’t easy, but we made it work — and we were building something beautiful.

But one car acc!dent destr0yed everything.

My husband d!ed three months ago. Till now, I still don’t understand how. No wa'rning. No s!ckness. Just one call: "Your husband is g0ne."

But what hurtts me the most is what happened after he d!ed.

The house we built together...

We were still living in our 4-bedroom duplex in Ajah, Lagos — a house I personally sponsored 80% of the cost, but because of love and trust, we did the paperwork in his name. I didn’t think anything would happen. It was our home, our future.

I gave everything to that home. But as soon as my husband was bur!ed in the village, his two elder brothers and one younger sister l0cked the house and told me, "You don’t belong here anymore."

Their reason?

You only gave him one girl. You’re not part of this family anymore. We will marry another wife who can give us a son.

Imagine hearing that — in 2025!
After carrying his child, building a home, and being faithful through everything?

💔 I’m now living in a friend’s boys' quarters with my 8-year-old daughter.

They even said I must return all his property. But which property? The one I paid for?
The lawyer says I can SU£, but his family has started influencing things. One even went to $wear at a shr!ne that I "spir!tually k!lled" my husband because I wanted the house to myself!

😭 I'm £motionally, ment@lly, and spiritu@lly drained.

I’ve not had peace of mind. I can't eat. My daughter cries every day, asking why we can’t go home.

Should I f!ght this legally, even though I may l0se because the house bears his name?

Should I involve the media or human rights people?

Or should I just take my daughter and start life again, forgetting everything?

I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m br0ken.
Please share this and let people advise me.

Please 🥺

18/07/2025

📩 "PLEASE POST THIS FOR US. OUR PEOPLE ARE SUFF£RING — N0BODY HEARS OUR CRÏES ANYMORE 💔"

We don’t want to be forg0tten. This is a d£sperate cry from Abeno and Eastern Obolo communities in Akwa Ibom State, where residents have endured rel£ntless vi0lence, bl0cked waterways, l0st loved ones… and government is still silent.

Our fishing villages are under att@ck — Inua Eyet Ikot 11, Ndito Eka Iba, Ikonta, Obianga, Emere-oke — we see our brothers and sisters dyiing, our childr£n missing, and our land vi0lated.

🔥 What's going on:

Eight att@cks recorded in our communities since 2024, mostly from £ket militants, driven by jeal0usy and the desire to seize our resources.

In one mass@cre, nine childr£n remain missing since December. Families still clinging to hope.

Waterways that link us to school, hospital, market... now bl0cked by an oil company — cutting us off from l!fe itself. Over 20 people d!ed from cholera because they couldn’t travel for care.

Imagine waking up and finding you cannot fetch food, your canoe idle, your children siick… and your path to the outside world shut down.

Our peaceful prot£sts are ignored.
We carry placards, hold meetings, and even sign pet!tions — nobody listens.
Meanwhile, our men, women, and children continue to $uffer without justice.

The oil firm behind this bl0ckage is Sterling Petrochemical Company (SPFL). They were w@rned multiple times, but nothing changes. Contrary to their claim, the land did not include our creeks in the agreement.

Our governor set up a panel with the company — but this was in February, and still no report, no action. Communities remain bl0cked and d£sperate.

We feel abandoned.

What do we do now?

Should we escalate to the National Assembly, IGP, Attorney General, or human rights organizations?

Do we protest in Uyo? Do we block roads?

Or do we just accept that oil money is louder than hum@n life?

Our livelihood is being ch0ked. We are dr0wning slowly, but no one is helping us.

Please help us out🥺

18/07/2025

"I'M STILL IN SH0CK. MY SISTER DIDN'T DESERVE THIS DE@TH 💔😭"

I don’t even know where to start.
I just l0st my only sister, Amaka —
A girl that was full of life.
A girl that had dreams of becoming a nurse.
A girl that laughed even when things were hard at home.

She met one guy on Instagram — fine boy, big flex, always flashing cash and iPhone.
We w@rned her. We begged her.
But she said:

He loves me. Not every rich guy is doing rit'ual.

Two weeks ago, he flew her from Enugu to Asaba.
He booked a hotel for them —
She was smiling when she called me and said:

Big sis, I dey soft life now o. He say he wan marry me soon.

That was the last time I heard her voice.

Two days later, her b0dy was found in the hotel room.
N@ked. Bl00d everywhere.
One bre@st cut 0ff.
Priv@te part damaged.
Ph0ne and bag missing.

The guy was gone.
Hotel management said they thought they were a couple and didn’t bother checking.

P0lice is still “investig@ting” — but we all know nothing will happen.

My mother has cr!ed till her eyes are red and dry.
My fàther hasn’t spoken since they brought her C0rpse.
I can’t even eat.
My sister didn’t deserve this brutaal, he@rtless de@th.

She trusted him.
She loved him.
But he saw her as just a sacrifice.

Please, help me post this.
Let other girls learn from Amaka’s paiin.
Let them know that not all love is real —
And not all flashy boys love you… some are looking for bl00d to renew their m0ney.

If you know any girl going down this road, show her this story.

Let her see the end from the beginning.

RIP Amaka!

18/07/2025

📩 "PLEASE POST FOR ME, I CAN'T BREATHE AGAIN. IF I TALK, THEY SAY I’M B!TTER. IF I KEEP QUIET, I’ll RUN M@D 😭"

When I met my husband, Chinedu, he had nothing but dreams.

He was just a 300 level University student struggling with school fees.
I was already working then — small secretary job with a monthly salary of ₦28,OOO.
Out of love, I told him:

I go stand by you. You no go drop out."

For 2 years, I paid his rent.
I sent him foodstuff, bought his textbooks, even helped him do some assignments.

I b0rrowed m0ney to pay his final year project fee. He finished school, served, and still no job — I stood.

I helped him start a POS business with my small savings.
That POS grew, and someone introduced him to tech. I encouraged him.

God being good, he travelled to the UK last year for a tech job.
I sold my gold necklace to add to his visa fee. I even took ₦75O,OO loan for him.

Guess what?

Today, he is in the UK — and he now says he’s not married.
He rem0ved all our wedding pictures from Facebook.
He bl0cked me on WhatsApp.
He’s dating a UK-based girl and even introduced her to someone as “his fiancée.”

And me?
I’m here in Nigeria with our 2 kids.
No h£lp, no support, no explanation.
He stopped sending money for rent since March.
My landlord just gave me quit notice this week.

His family said:

I shouldn't disgr@ce them online. That It's something that happens. I should just pray.

Pray?
I should pray while I carry paiin like burial cask'et?

I have no sh@me again.
I just want justice.
I want the world to know what he did.

Please post this for me.
Because I’m slowly dyiing inside and no one is hearing me. 💔💔💔

18/07/2025

"PLEASE POST THIS FOR ME ANONYMOUSLY, I NO GET PEÃCE AGAIN. MY OWN FAMÎLY DEY PRESS MY N£CK 💔😭"

I’m the first son of my late father.
He d!ed in 2021, after a brief !llness. Before he d!ed, he showed me the land he bought at the outskirts of town — 3 full plots. He told me plainly:

This one na for you and your childr£n. I $uffer to buy am. No let anybody collect am.

After the burial, I fenced it.
I used block. I planned to start building my own house this year.
But wahala started small small from my own bl00d brothers.

My immediate younger brother Chisom called me one day:

Who give you right to fence papa land without telling us?

I was sh0cked. I explained to him:

Papa gave me that land before he kpai. I didn’t take anything else.

He said I was lyiing.
Now the whole family, my mother, 2 brothers, and 1 uncle — have turned ag@inst me.
They said everything my father left belongs to the entire family, not me alone.

Even my mother told me:

You think say na you be the only pikin? If we no divide this land, na cur$e go follow you.

Now, they’ve br0ken part of my fence.
They’ve sold one plot behind my back to a developer.
They even went to local vigilante to thre@ten me if I come near the land again.

I’ve cr!ed.
I’ve begged.
I’ve even tried to bring elders to settle it — they collected drinks and still supported my family, saying:

Bl00d is thicker than one person owning land alone.

But what about my father’s last words to me?
What about the fact that I’m the one who took care of him when he was dyiing?
What about the promises he made me?

Now they say if I talk too much, they will do something spiritu@l.

I'm not gr££dy. I just want what my father gave me.

But right now… I feel like I’m being f0rced to f!ght my own family.
Sometimes I cry in $ecret.
Sometimes I feel like just walking away from everything.
But my wife is pregn@nt… and this was supposed to be our future home 😭💔

Please — I need advice.

I never imagined that the people who should protect me are the ones dr@gging me like £nemy. And I can't take it anymore 🙁🙁

18/07/2025

"PLEASE, POST THIS FOR ME ANONYMOUSLY. I NO FIT CARRY THIS SH@ME ALONE. I NEED ADVICE BEFORE EVERYTHING SC@TTER 💔😭"

I’m 23 years old. I’ve been married for 2 years now.
No chîld yet.

But what my husband doesn’t know is that… I already have a son and I’ve been h!ding him as my younger brother.
The paiin is eating me al!ve.

I was just 12 when my l!fe got ru!ned.

We were living in the village, p00r and strugling.
I was the only girl among 5 children.

One of my elder brothers, Emeka, was staying with me in the same room.
At first, he would touch me at night. I thought maybe it was just mist@ke.
But it didn’t stop.

He kept f0rcing himself on me for months.
I was too small to f!ght back, too sc@red to speak. Ididn’t even understand what was happening to me.

By the time I realized I had missed my per!od for 3 months, I was already pregn@nt.

When my mother found out, she nearly ran m@d.
When they asked who did it, and I mentioned Emeka, my father almost f@inted.

But they didn’t want sh@me.

Let’s h!de this. Nobody must hear this kind of ab0mination.

They told everyone that I went to the village to recover from “s!ckness.”
When I gave birth, they announced it as the last born of the family.

So the b0y I gave birth to… I was f0rced to call him my younger brother.

They raised him as my sibling. I wasn’t even allowed to breastfeed him.
I watched another w0man carry my own son and call me his sister.

I moved on.
I went to school, got a little job, and fell in love.

At 21, I got married to a good man.
He met my family, including the “last born” — the boy I carried in my w0mb.
He believed everything.

Now, 2 years have passed in this marriage.
No child.
We’ve done tests — both of us are okay.

But now, this secret is ch0king me.

What if someone tells him?
What if my son — who is now 10 — grows up and speaks the truth by mist@ke?
What if my husband finds out and never f0rgives me?

He loves that boy like his in-law.
He gives him money. But he doesn’t know that’s his stepson.

Please, I don’t want insultts — just advice.
I was a child when I was abu$ed. I didn’t plan this.
I was told to h!de it, and I obeyed because I had no voice.

But now, as a woman and a wife, I feel like I’m living a l!e.

Should I conf£ss?
Should I wait until I give birth before telling him?
Or should I die with this $ecret?

Because the more I stay quiet… the more $cared I become.

Please h£lp me 😔

18/07/2025

PLEASE HIDE MY ID AND POST FOR ME.

I don’t even know how to write this without cryÍng…
But maybe str@ngers online will understand me more than my own family.

I’m the only daughter of my parents. Am Ogechi (name changed).
I strugled all my life with my single mother. My father d!ed when I was 8.
We had nothing.

I didn’t go to school on time. I hawked. I washed clothes for people.
My elder brother, Nnamdi, was in Onitsha doing apprentice work for one man.

Fast forward to 2020, he got settled. We were happy.

He started selling electronics.
First year, nothing big. Second year, money began to speak.
He bought my mother a wrapper. Then a phone. Then he said:

Oge, na you be the only sister wey dey reason me. Na your wedding I go sponsor first.

I cr!ed that day.
He promised to open shop for me.
But that dream never happened.

Because… he married one girl from Oba, and that girl turned him to a str@nger.
I don’t want to cur$e, but she used her tongue like knîfe.

From the moment he married her, she told him:

Your family only dey chop your money. If you wan grow, cut them off.

He stopped calling us.
He bl0cked me. Bl0cked mama.
He said we should give him space.

My mother cr!ed bl00d.

Said: my son don turn str@nger.

2023, we heard he built house — but didn't tell us.
We begged him. Nothing.
My wedding came. He didn’t show up.
He didn’t even send 1k.

His wife said:

Is she the one that trained you? Why should you spend on her?

My mother coll@psed that day.

Then this year April 2025
Nnamdi had an acc!dent on his way from a business trip.
He l0st one leg.
The wife packed everything and ran.
She took his ATM, his shop m0ney, and left with another man.

That was when they called us again.

Now he's in the village, crawling, depre$$ed, crying.
He sent me a message:

Oge, please forgive me. I’m $uffering. I don’t have anyone again but you.

My heart is br0ken, but I’m confu$ed.

This same brother that abandoned us, disre$pected my mother, cut off his roots… now wants us back because he has l0st everything?

My mother is already spending her last money taking care of him.

But me…
I’m angry.
I feel like I want to f0rgive, but I also want him to feel the paiin he caused.

Please, what should I do?
I don't see myself f0rgiving him💔💔

I know he’s my bl00d…
But the w0und is still fresh.

I just need advice. Please don’t insultt me. 😭💔

18/07/2025

"PLEASE I BEG YOU, H£LP ME POST THIS. MY BROTHER'S BL00D MUST NOT DRY IN SILENCE 💔😭"

My brother left home to find greener pastures.
He found dæth in the hands of his own best friend.
And now the people who are supposed to f!ght for him are the ones dr@gging brown envelopes behind the scenes.

I’m writing this with trembling hands and burñing eyes.
Because no mother deserves to bury her son in confu$ion.
No sister should be carrying funeral bills while lawyers are drinking beer with the k!llers.

My elder brother, Bright Kalio, was 32 years old. From Rumuokoro in Rivers State.
He was the first child of 5. A calm hustler. N£ver got into tr0uble.
He sold building materials. Quiet guy. Didn’t drink. Didn’t chase girls. Just worked and sent money home.

When business got hard here in Port Harcourt, he m0ved to Benin City in 2021.

That’s where he met Osahon — a Benin man who owned a similar shop.
They became “brothers.” Ate together. Laughed together.
Bright used to tell us,

“Na this guy dey support me. If anything happen to me, na only Osahon go know.”

We believed him.
He believed him.
But he was trusting a $erpent with clean teeth.

In early 2024, they got a big contract — supply of steel rods and cement to a Chinese construction site.
₦28 mîllîon contract.

Bright handled the logistics. Osahon handled the payment.
That’s where the betr@yal started.

Bright told us the payment was taking time. Osahon told him “the company N£ver pay.”
But unknown to my brother… the m0ney had already landed.

Osahon withdrew the full amount, trïcked Bright into coming to a “new site” —
and that was the last day we ever saw our brother al!ve.

Three days later, we got a call.
Your brother is missing.

We rushed to Benin.
We begged.
We cr!ed.
We searched.

One week later, his d£comps!ng b0dy was found in a bush outside Benin City.
His hands were tied.
He had wounds on his head.
Burnt skin.
His phone destroyed.

₦24.7 mìllíon g0ne from his account.

Osahon said he didn’t know anything.
Said, “I think Bright ran away with the m0ney. Maybe £nemīes k!ll am.”

£N£MIES?
When you were the last person with him?

We involved police. They said investigation is on it.
But do you know what is k!ll!ng us?

Two months into the case, Osahon is walking freely.
The lawyers we hired are now driving new cars.
The p0lice are suddenly acting bl!nd.
And they’re telling us to ‘let peace reign.’”

LET PEACE REIGN?
Peace for who?
Peace after my brother’s bl00d staïned the earth?

My mother coll@psed when they brought his b0dy.
She kept shouting,

“Bright! Bright! You promised to build me house… why are you cold like this?!”

How do we tell her that the person who ate with him is the one that sent him to early gr@ve?

Now, the question is:

What do we do?

Because the lawyers are compr0mised.
P0lice is not saying the truth.
The people involved are using m0ney to buy silence.

Please, help us 😭 we don't know what to do again 🥺🥺🥺💔💔

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📝 – The Kalio Family, Rivers State

18/07/2025

Please hide my ID.

Am Iky, from Udi, but I stays Onitsha since 2016.
I come here that year to serve my Oga, Chief Emeka Onyejekwe, for electronics business. Everybody know am for main market — na big man.

Am 19 years when I come. I leave my mother that's s!ck, leave school, leave everything — just to hustle.
Cos my father no guild, na my uncle help me beg my oga that time.

For 7 years!
Na me dey open shop early. Na me dey lock up.
I dey carry goods for head. Sometimes na only garri I dey chop for 2 days.
I never thief him something, I never disrespect am. Even if him wife insult me, I dey just bow head say yes ma.

Na every year Oga go say:

Just calm down, your time go soon reach.”

So last year when my 7 years complete, I kneel down for shop, beg am:
Daddy, abeg settle me. I wan start my own.

Em laugh. say:

Settle you? For what? You don even try? Which money I wan take settle you? You no see say market no dey move again?”

Then I say, But sir you promise my people. You talk say if I serve well, you go settle me now.

Next thing he say I should pack my bag go village.

No talk, no money, nothing!

That day, I waka under sun, tears dey fall for my eyes.
Even ordinary 1k for transport, I no get.

I go sleep for junction that night. One of my friends come carry me go him place.
Since then, I dey sleep for floor, I dey hustle anyhow just to survive.

I no even tell my mama yet. If she hear, she go fall sick.
People for my village go think say I chop my boss money.

Ọ chọghị ime ka m lie.
But God dey look all of us.

I no even know what to do again.

Because the pain dey inside my heart, e dey heavy.

18/07/2025

"MY OWN BEST FRIEND MARRY MY HUSBAND.
INSIDE CHURCH.
AND I SIT DOWN DEY LOOK LIKE MUMU."

Abeg post make your people help me.

I no even know where to start. I just know say my heàrt don cut like razor. 💔

I be good girl. I no dey carry people matter for head. I get just two friends — and the one wey I trust pass, Ronke, don chop me like yam.

Ronke dey always stay my house. Na she help me plan my wedding. She know all my husband’s $ecrets. I dey call her "my sister from another mother."

But I no know say she dey collect from back. 😢

Since I born pikin, my husb@nd start to change.
He no dey touch me.
He no dey talk to me.
He go just dey press phone anyhow.

I dey ask am,
“Daddy Tolu, wetin happen?”
He go say,
“You too dey nag.”

I no know say na Ronke dey sweet am behind closed doors.

Last month, he travel say him dey go Ibadan for work.
I dey arrange house when one of my neighbours show me picture for WhatsApp.

MY HUSBAND WEDDING PICTURE WITH RONKE FOR CHURCH.
WHITE GOWN.
SUIT.
PASTOR.
EVERYTHING.

I f@int for road.

He never say him no do again.
He never even tell me say him dey date her.
And now, dem say na me dey do "first wife" — like I be village woman.

Ronke send me voice note two days later.
She say:

> “I’m s0rry, but your husb@nd said he doesn’t love you again. Make you m0ve on. Lîfe no hard.”

I been wan curse am, but e paiin me pass strength.

Now I dey sleep for my mama house with my baby, and people for church dey g0ssip me like say I be ash@wo.

I no even know how to carry face go back to that church again.

Yoruba people go say, “Ẹni tí a fọ̀wọ́ ṣọ́, ló ń gba ìkòkò je.”
(Na the person wey you trust cook your food, go still p0ison you.)

Please…
Make una help me.
I no know that to do now😭😭😭

I need fit f0rgive this one

Because this one don pass betr@yal — na public disgr@ce.

Advice me if you dey my shoe wetin you go do..

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