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Anijohn Story House, Uwanse, Cabritaberg (2026)

08/06/2026

EPISODE 5: THE LETTER HE LEFT BEHIND

My hands were shaking so badly I nearly dropped the letter.

Even the paper still carried him… that faint scent I used to find comforting.

Now it only tightened my chest.

I forced myself to read.

“If you are reading this, then I am already gone.”

My vision blurred instantly.

I wiped my eyes and continued.

“I wish I could say this in a way that hurts less, but there is no gentle version of the truth.”

“Everything I told you… is real.”

My chest sank.

Some part of me had been begging for it to be a mistake.

A misunderstanding.

A story born from fear.

But Daniel kept going.

“I had nothing once. Not just poverty… something deeper. Something desperate.”

“I met people who looked ordinary, but they knew things no one should know.”

My grip tightened on the paper.

“They offered me everything I ever wanted.”

“And I accepted.”

I paused.

The air in the room felt colder.

“The deal was simple.”

“Everything I desired would be mine… but my life would no longer be my own.”

“A date was fixed the moment I agreed.”

My breath caught.

“At first, I believed I could escape it.”

“I tried everything. Prayers. cleansing. spiritual help. distance. silence.”

“Nothing changed.”

I pressed the letter to my chest for a moment, trying to steady myself.

But it didn’t help.

Because somewhere deep inside, I already felt the direction of the story.

“The worst part is not wondering when.”

I froze.

Then continued.

“The worst part is knowing EXACTLY when.”

My whole body went numb.

“That’s why I started preparing.”

“That’s why I gave things away.”

“That’s why I began saying goodbye in ways you didn’t notice.”

Tears returned without permission.

Suddenly, everything made sense.

The gifts.
The quietness.
The strange calm in his eyes.

It wasn’t peace.

It was preparation.

“That’s also why I bought the coffin.”

My eyes shut tightly.

“Not out of fear…”

“But because I wanted control over the end.”

A broken sound escaped my throat.

Then the handwriting changed.

Heavier. Slower. As if each word hurt to write.

“There is something I never told you.”

My heart stopped.

“I was not the first.”

I stared at the page.

What?

“My father made the same agreement.”

My stomach dropped violently.

“And before him… there were others in my family.”

The room felt like it tilted.

Then came the final lines.

The part that shattered everything.

“If you’re reading this, the cycle is still active.”

My hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

I turned the page slowly.

Only one line remained.

“Because agreements like this… are never meant to end with one person.”

Silence swallowed everything.

I lowered the letter slightly, struggling to breathe.

Cycle?

Family?

What did that even mean?

Then something slipped from the envelope.

A second paper.

Smaller.

Folded tightly.

My fingers shook as I opened it.

And the moment I saw it…

My entire body went cold.

A date.

A future date.

Not his.

Not his father’s.

Mine.

My name was written beneath it.

And below it… just one line.

“He never told you because he loved you.”

My heart stopped.

Because suddenly, everything Daniel did made a different kind of sense.

He didn’t just leave me behind.

He left me inside something that was still alive.

And in the dead silence of that room…

My phone rang.

Unknown number.

Black circle icon.

It lit up again.

And kept ringing.

THE END

07/06/2026

EPISODE 4: THE NIGHT HE DISAPPEARED

I didn’t sleep that night.

Every time I drifted off, Daniel’s words dragged me right back awake.

“I already tried for years…”
“Nothing changed…”
“The date can’t be altered…”

By morning, my body felt drained, but my mind was even worse.

Daniel lay beside me in complete silence.

No comfort. No words. No usual warmth.

Just stillness… like he was already somewhere far away.

His eyes stayed on the ceiling the entire night, as though he was waiting for something only he could see.

At exactly 4:12 a.m., I woke up again.

The space beside me was empty.

Cold.

I sat up immediately.

“Daniel?”

Nothing.

The house felt wrong—too quiet, too heavy, like even the air was holding its breath.

I got up barefoot and moved through the hallway.

“Daniel…?”

No answer.

Then I noticed a faint glow downstairs.

His office.

That room.

The one he never allowed anyone near.

My pulse spiked.

And then I remembered.

The key.

My hands shook as I pulled it from the drawer where I had kept it.

For a moment, I stopped.

Something inside me resisted.

But fear won.

Slowly, I went downstairs.

Each step felt heavier than the last.

When I reached the door, I paused again.

The silence behind it felt almost alive.

Then I slid the key in.

Click.

The door opened slowly with a low creak.

And the moment I stepped inside…

Everything inside me stopped.

It wasn’t strange or mystical.

It was… organized.

Painfully organized.

Neat stacks of files.
Documents aligned perfectly.
Receipts. Books.

Like someone who had prepared for every detail of their life.

In the center was a desk.

A laptop still open.

His watch placed neatly beside it.

My hands trembled as I walked closer.

Then I saw it.

A notebook.

Open.

Pages filled with dates.

Hundreds of them.

Most crossed out.

Except one.

The last date.

Circled heavily in red.

My breath caught.

It matched today.

A loud crash suddenly echoed upstairs.

I flinched.

“Daniel!” I screamed, running out.

I rushed upstairs as panic took over.

The house staff were already awake, confused voices filling the air.

One of them pointed.

“Madam… downstairs again!”

My heart dropped.

I turned and ran back.

Each step felt like it was pulling me toward something I wasn’t ready for.

When I reached the living room…

I stopped.

Completely.

Daniel was there.

On the floor.

Right in front of the coffin he had bought days earlier.

The same coffin everyone had dismissed as strange.

Now it stood open beside him.

Perfectly prepared.

My voice refused to come out at first.

Then everything broke.

“Daniel!” I screamed, rushing to him.

The staff followed, shouting for help, calling emergency services.

But even before I touched him…

I knew.

His body was cold.

His eyes slightly open… but gone.

No movement.

No response.

Only silence.

A few moments later, paramedics arrived.

One of them checked him briefly.

Then slowly shook his head.

“Time of death… likely during sleep.”

My world collapsed right there.

Days later, the report confirmed it.

Sudden cardiac arrest.

No poison. No injury. No explanation beyond “natural causes.”

But nothing about it felt natural.

Not the calls.

Not the notebook.

Not the timing.

And definitely not the coffin he chose himself.

The funeral happened three days later.

His family insisted on using that same coffin.

No one objected.

Not even me.

Because it felt like he had already written the ending long before we understood the story.

Watching them lower him into that coffin broke something inside me that never fully healed.

It wasn’t just grief.

It was something deeper.

Like I had witnessed something already decided… unfolding exactly as planned.

After the burial, I told myself it was over.

That the nightmare had ended.

I was wrong.

Because that night…

I finally opened the sealed envelope he left behind.

My hands trembled as I broke the seal.

Inside was a letter.

His handwriting.

The first line froze my entire body.

“If you are reading this, then I am already gone.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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06/06/2026

EPISODE 3: THE AGREEMENT

The moment I repeated what the caller said, Daniel’s whole expression collapsed.

Not surprise.
Not confusion.

Just… defeat.

Like something inside him had finally given up.

For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.

The rain outside continued gently, but inside the room, everything felt heavier than it should.

I slowly stood up.

“No,” I said firmly. “You’re going to tell me what’s going on.”

Daniel turned away immediately.

“There’s nothing to explain.”

“Stop lying to me!”

My voice broke through the silence.

“I’ve been with you through everything, and now you’re acting like a stranger in my own life!”

He closed his eyes like my words were painful to hear.

“You won’t understand.”

“Then make me understand!”

Without replying, he walked toward the balcony.

Slowly… like every step was a burden.

For the first time since I met him, Daniel didn’t look confident or in control.

He looked drained.

Almost… broken.

I followed him outside.

The rain had softened into a light drizzle. The city lights below shimmered quietly, beautiful in a way that didn’t match the tension between us.

Daniel used to love this view.

Tonight, he barely noticed it.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

“Do you know what poverty does to people?”

I frowned slightly.

“When someone is desperate enough,” he continued, “they stop thinking about consequences.”

I stayed quiet.

He leaned on the railing, staring into the distance.

“I grew up with nothing,” he said. “Real nothing. Some days, there was no food. My father died broke and exhausted. My mother struggled every day just to keep us alive.”

His voice drifted further away with every word.

“I made a promise to myself that I would never live like that again.”

I stepped closer.

“So you worked hard. You succeeded. That’s not something bad.”

He gave a faint laugh.

But it wasn’t a happy one.

“It wasn’t just hard work.”

Something tightened inside my chest.

“What do you mean?”

His eyes dropped to the black ring on his finger.

He began turning it slowly.

“I met someone,” he said quietly.

“Who?”

“At first, he looked like an ordinary old man. But people were afraid of him. Deeply afraid.”

Daniel swallowed.

“He told me he could change everything for me.”

My heart began to race.

“Daniel…”

“He knew things,” he continued. “Things about my past. My family. My thoughts. Things I never told anyone.”

A cold breeze passed between us.

“At first, I thought it was nonsense,” he said. “Until everything he said started happening exactly as he described.”

I stared at him, speechless.

“He told me I could be wealthy. Powerful. Anything I wanted.”

He paused.

“But nothing comes free.”

A chill ran through me.

“What did he want?”

Daniel finally looked at me.

And the pain in his eyes made my chest ache.

“My time.”

My breath caught.

“What are you saying?”

He exhaled slowly.

“The agreement was simple. I get everything I ever dreamed of… but in return…”

His voice dropped.

“I die on a fixed date.”

I shook my head immediately.

“No. Daniel, stop—this isn’t real.”

But he kept going.

“At first, I didn’t care. I was young, desperate. I thought the future was far away. I thought money would fix everything.”

A bitter smile crossed his face.

“And it did.”

My mind flashed through everything.

The success.
The wealth.
The sudden rise.

All of it.

“I became rich almost overnight,” he said. “Everything worked. Every deal. Every investment. Everything.”

Then his expression darkened again.

“But then I understood the truth.”

I could barely breathe.

“What truth?”

His grip tightened on the railing.

“That the date was never negotiable.”

Silence swallowed everything.

“No matter what I did,” he said quietly, “no matter how far I went… the ending never changed.”

Tears filled my eyes.

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“I do.”

“How?”

He turned to me slowly.

And what I saw in his face shook me.

“Because they already told me the exact day I would die.”

Cold spread through my entire body.

I wanted to reject it.
To call it fear. Stress. Imagination.

Anything but truth.

But Daniel wasn’t guessing.

He believed it.

Completely.

I grabbed his hands.

“We can find help. We can pray. We can go anywhere. This can still change!”

But Daniel only shook his head gently.

“I already tried.”

“For how long?”

“Years.”

My chest tightened painfully.

“I spent everything looking for answers. Churches. spiritual places. healers. Nothing worked.”

Tears streamed down my face now.

“No…”

He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key.

I recognized it instantly.

The key to his private office.

The room I was never allowed inside.

He placed it in my hand.

“If anything happens to me,” he said quietly, “you’ll need what’s inside that room.”

My fingers shook violently.

Then anger suddenly rose in me.

“Stop talking like you’re already gone!”

Daniel stepped closer and gently held my face.

His eyes were red now.

Like he had been crying long before this moment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“For what?”

“For bringing you into something I can’t escape.”

I broke down immediately.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Something shattered in his expression.

Then he reached into his jacket and pulled out a sealed brown envelope.

My heart dropped instantly.

My name was written on it.

Below it were words that froze me completely:

OPEN ONLY IF I’M GONE

“No,” I said quickly, pushing it back. “I don’t want this.”

But he placed it back into my hands anyway.

“You’ll need it.”

Fear swallowed me whole.

“Daniel…”

He pulled me into a tight hug.

Too tight.

Like he was holding on because it might be the last time.

And in that moment…

I understood something I wasn’t ready to accept.

Daniel truly believed he had only one night left.

TO BE CONTINUED…
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04/06/2026

EPISODE 2: THE COUNTDOWN

I stood just outside Daniel’s office door, completely frozen.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like the sound might give me away.

Inside, his voice had dropped low… shaky, almost broken.

“No… listen carefully,” he said into the phone, barely above a whisper. “You told me I still had years.”

A pause.

Then suddenly, his hand slammed down on the desk.

“You can’t change the agreement now!”

My whole body went cold.

Agreement?

What agreement?

I had never heard Daniel sound like that before.

Not once.

Not in business stress. Not in pressure. Nothing.

But that night… there was fear in his voice.

Real fear.

I leaned in slightly, trying to catch more words.

Then everything went quiet.

A moment later, I heard footsteps coming toward the door.

My chest tightened instantly.

I rushed away quickly and slipped back into the bedroom before he could catch me there.

When Daniel returned, I was already in bed, pretending to sleep.

But even with my eyes closed, I could feel him standing there, watching me.

The silence in the room was heavy… uncomfortable.

After what felt like forever, he finally lay down beside me.

Neither of us slept.

The next morning, Daniel acted like nothing had happened.

Too normal.

He smiled over breakfast.
Took calls.
Even laughed with the house staff.

But I couldn’t focus on anything.

My mind kept going back to what I heard:

“You promised I still had more time.”

By mid-morning, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Daniel,” I asked carefully, “who were you talking to last night?”

His smile flickered… just slightly.

“Nobody important.”

“That didn’t sound like nothing.”

He sipped his coffee calmly.
“Business matters.”

I held his gaze.

“You sounded scared.”

He avoided my eyes.

“I’m fine.”

That answer annoyed me more than it comforted me.

Daniel always used to tell me everything.

But lately… it felt like he was slowly disappearing behind a wall I couldn’t break.

And honestly, it scared me.

By afternoon, things got worse.

Daniel started giving his things away.

At first, I thought it was random kindness.

He gave a friend an expensive wristwatch worth millions.
Then another friend got one of his luxury suits.
By evening, shoes, jewelry, even his favorite perfume were gone.

That was when I snapped.

“Why are you suddenly distributing everything you own?”

He looked at me calmly.

“I just want people close to me to be happy.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He gave a faint smile.
“Maybe I’m learning that things don’t matter as much as we think.”

Something inside me burned.

“Stop talking like someone preparing to disappear!”

Silence hit the room instantly.

For a moment, Daniel just looked at me.

And I noticed it properly for the first time.

He wasn’t just tired.

He looked… drained.

Not physically.

Deeply.

Like someone carrying something invisible no one else could see.

That night, rain poured heavily over the city.

Daniel sat on the balcony for hours, staring into the storm with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

I eventually joined him, wrapping myself in a blanket against the cold.

We didn’t speak for a long time.

Then suddenly, he said:

“If something happens to me… would you forgive me?”

I turned sharply.

“What kind of question is that?”

He didn’t look at me.

“Just answer.”

Fear tightened in my chest.

“Daniel… you’re scaring me.”

Silence.

I grabbed his hand.

“Are you sick?”

“No.”

“Then what is this about?”

He finally looked at me.

And the sadness in his eyes nearly broke me.

“There are things about my life you don’t understand.”

“Then explain them!”

He opened his mouth… paused… then closed it again.

Like the words were trapped inside him.

Finally, he stood up.

“I’m tired,” he whispered, before walking back inside.

That night, I cried in silence in the bathroom.

Because I truly didn’t recognize the man I loved anymore.

The next day only made things worse.

He sent a huge sum of money to his younger sister without warning, telling her to take care of their mother.

Later, he visited an orphanage and donated heavily — food, clothes, cash — things he hadn’t done in months.

Everywhere he went, it felt like goodbye… without him saying the word.

And the more I watched…

The more afraid I became.

That evening, while Daniel was in the shower, his phone vibrated beside me on the bed.

Normally, I never touched it.

But something in me… fear, panic, confusion — pushed me.

I picked it up.

No name on the screen.

Just a symbol.

A black circle.

Exactly like the ring he never removed.

Before I could think twice, I answered.

Silence.

Then a deep voice came through:

“Tell Daniel his remaining time cannot be extended again.”

My body went numb instantly.

I could barely breathe.

“W-who is this?” I whispered.

The line went dead.

My hands were shaking as I stared at the screen.

At that exact moment, the bathroom door opened.

Daniel stepped out, towel around his neck.

The second he saw his phone in my hand, his face changed completely.

Fear.

Raw, immediate fear.

“Who called?” he demanded.

I could barely speak.

“A man…”

He rushed toward me.

“What did he say?”

My voice trembled.

“He said… your remaining time cannot be extended.”

All the color drained from Daniel’s face.

And for the first time since I knew him…

He looked like a man who already knew the end was close.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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03/06/2026

EPISODE 1: THE COFFIN HE CHOSE FOR HIMSELF

If someone had told me two years ago that the man I loved would end up buying his own coffin just days before dying, I would’ve laughed it off like a bad joke.

Back then, everything felt perfect… almost unreal.

And at the center of it all was Daniel.

I met him at a charity event in Lagos. I wasn’t even supposed to be there — a friend practically dragged me out. I spent most of the evening standing quietly in a corner, just waiting for the right time to leave.

Then he walked in.

Daniel wasn’t just attractive. He had that kind of quiet confidence that made people notice him without even trying. Tall, well-dressed, composed… the kind of presence that naturally draws attention. And that calm smile of his made him even harder to ignore.

To my surprise, he came over and stayed talking to me for almost an hour.

Not about wealth.
Not about status.
Just… life.

By the end of the night, he asked for my number.

Three months later, we were dating.

Six months after that, I was convinced I had met the man I would spend my life with.

Daniel had everything.

He was successful.
Generous.
Gentle with me.
Protective in a quiet way.

He remembered the smallest things I liked. He knew when I was stressed even when I didn’t say a word. He spoiled me, but never made it feel like I was indebted to him.

Sometimes, I would just look at him and wonder how someone like that ended up choosing me.

But even with all that happiness… there were moments that didn’t quite sit right.

Small things I couldn’t fully explain.

Sometimes, out of nowhere, he would say things that felt heavier than the moment.

One evening, while we were having dinner on his balcony overlooking the city, he looked at the sky and said:

“Life is shorter than people think.”

I laughed it off.
“Why are you talking like an old man?”

He only smiled.

“Maybe because I’ve learned not to assume I have time.”

At the time, I didn’t think much of it.

Now I wish I had.

There were other moments too.

Whenever conversations turned to aging, the future, or long-term plans, Daniel would go quiet in a way that didn’t feel normal.

Once, I jokingly asked him how many children he wanted.

For a split second, I saw something in his face change — something soft, almost sad.

Then it disappeared.

He smiled and changed the topic immediately.

I remember being confused.

Daniel loved children… so why did a simple question affect him like that?

The strange patterns didn’t stop.

Sometimes, I would wake up at night and find him missing from bed.

He would be in his private office instead.

Always locked.

Whenever I asked, he would simply say he was working.

But his answers always felt too smooth… like they had been prepared in advance.

Then there was the ring.

He never took it off.

Not for meetings.
Not for trips.
Not even to sleep.

It wasn’t flashy. In fact, it looked old… almost worn out.

But he guarded it like it meant more than everything else he owned.

The first time I asked him about it, his reaction changed instantly.

“Where did you get it?” I asked.

He looked at it for a long moment before replying:

“It reminds me of where I came from.”

And somehow… I knew not to push further.

Weeks later, Daniel surprised me with a trip.

Three days by the ocean.

It felt like a dream.

That was where he talked about a bigger house… space for children… a real future.

For the first time, I let myself imagine it fully.

Marriage.
A family.
Growing old together.

Everything felt safe again.

Until four days before he died.

That morning started like any other.

He woke up early and asked me to get ready — said we were stopping somewhere before lunch.

I assumed it was business.

Instead, he drove somewhere I never expected.

A funeral home.

At first, I thought it was a condolence visit.

But when he parked and stepped out calmly, I felt something shift inside me.

“Why are we here?” I asked.

He just smiled.

“Come with me.”

The moment we stepped inside, my confusion turned into shock.

Rows of coffins filled the room.

Different shapes.
Different finishes.
Different designs.

Daniel walked slowly between them like he already knew what he was looking for.

My chest tightened.

“Daniel… what is this?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

He just kept walking until he stopped in front of one coffin.

It stood out immediately — black, detailed with gold edges, elegant like something made for royalty.

He stared at it for a long time.

Then nodded.

“This one.”

I let out a nervous laugh.

“This one what?”

He turned to the salesman.

“I’ll take it.”

My smile vanished instantly.

The salesman began discussing payment like it was a normal purchase.

And that was when it hit me.

He was serious.

Completely.

“Daniel, stop this,” I said quickly.

But he didn’t even look at me.

Within minutes, he paid in full — cash.

Just like that, it became his.

I stood there frozen as papers were signed.

Nothing about it felt real.

The drive home was silent.

Too silent.

I kept waiting for him to laugh and say it was all a joke.

But he didn’t.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Why would you buy a coffin?” I asked.

No answer.

“Daniel, talk to me.”

Still silence.

Then, after a long pause, he finally spoke.

And what he said made my stomach drop.

“Everybody leaves one day.”

I stared at him.

“That’s not an answer.”

For the first time, he turned to look at me.

The smile was gone.

His eyes looked distant… heavy… almost exhausted.

Then he said quietly:

“Some people are lucky enough to know when.”

That night, I barely slept.

Sometime after midnight, I realized he wasn’t in bed.

I followed the faint light from his office.

The door was slightly open.

For the first time ever.

I moved closer… and froze when I heard his voice.

He was on the phone.

And he sounded terrified.

“Please…”

A long pause.

Then:

“You promised I still had more time.”

My entire body went cold.

Then he said the words that broke something inside me.

“No… four days isn’t enough.”

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15/05/2026

EFCC ARRAIGNS BLESSING CEO IN LAGOS

The Lagos Zonal Directorate 1 of the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission, EFCC, Awolowo Road, Ikoyi, on Friday, May 15, 2026, arraigned a social media influencer and self-styled relationship therapist, Okoro Blessing Nkiruka, (also known as Blessing CEO), before Justice D.I. Dipeolu of the Federal High Court sitting in Ikoyi, Lagos, over an alleged N36 million fraud.

Nkiruka was arraigned on a two-count charge bordering on obtaining money by false pretence and stealing to the tune of N36,000,000.00 (Thirty-six Million Naira).

At the commencement of proceedings, defence counsel, P.I. Nwafor, informed the court that the defendant had refunded part of the money to the petitioner.

“We have an application to make. The defendant approached the nominal complainant and refunded N24 million out of the N36 million.

“We are asking for a short adjournment to resolve the outstanding balance. The nominal complainant agreed that if the balance is paid, they can prevail on the EFCC to drop the case,” he said.

Responding, the prosecution counsel, S.I. Suleiman, stated that the prosecution was not privy to any discussion between the defendant and the nominal complainant.

“The complainant here is the Federal Government of Nigeria, and we are here for the arraignment. We urge that the defendant take her plea, as that is the business of the day,” he said.

In his ruling, Justice Dipeolu held that “the defence and the nominal complainant can have discussions even during the pendency of the charge. It does not affect the proceedings before the court. The defendant will take her plea.”

One of the counts reads: “That you, OKORO BLESSING NKIRUKA, between July 14 and 17, 2024, in Lagos, within the jurisdiction of this Honourable Court, did obtain the sum of N36,000,000.00 (Thirty-six Million Naira) from Mrs. Ifeyinwa Nonye Okoye under the false pretence of leasing a six-bedroom detached duplex situated at No. 1B, Tunbosun Osobu Street, Off Kuboye Road, Lekki, Lagos State, which representation you knew to be false, and you thereby committed an offence contrary to Section 1(3) of the Advance Fee Fraud and Other Fraud Related Offences Act, 2006.”

Another count reads: “That you, OKORO BLESSING NKIRUKA, between July 14 and 17, 2024, in Lagos, within the jurisdiction of this Honourable Court, fraudulently converted to your own use the sum of N36,000,000.00 (Thirty-six Million Naira), property of Mrs. Ifeyinwa Nonye Okoye, and you thereby committed an offence contrary to Section 383 and punishable under Section 390 of the Criminal Code Act, Cap C38, Laws of the Federation of Nigeria, 2004.”

The defendant pleaded “not guilty” to the charges when they were read to her.

Following her plea, Suleiman applied for a trial date and prayed the court to remand the defendant in a Correctional facility pending trial.

Counsel to the defendant, however, informed the court that the defendant had only been served with the charge on Thursday, May 14, 2026, and that efforts were ongoing to file her bail application.

He, therefore, prayed that the defendant be remanded in EFCC custody pending the perfection of her bail conditions.

Justice Dipeolu granted the application and ordered that the defendant be remanded in EFCC custody.

The matter was adjourned till June 5, 2026, for the commencement of trial.

15/05/2026

Two people did the same thing, but only one person is trending. Do you know why?

Nobody cares to look for the boy’s background or who he is. Nobody is searching for his family, department, or Facebook handle. The attention is all on the girl. People are digging up her pictures, searching for her school, her family, and every detail about her life.

Why is she trending?

Because she wanted an iPhone 17. The guy promised to buy it for her on one condition, that she would sleep with him while being recorded on camera because he wanted to watch the video anytime he felt bored. Out of desperation, she agreed. Maybe she wanted to belong. Maybe all her friends were using expensive phones. Maybe she just wanted to show off too. Lol 🤣

Now the same boy posted the video online and still didn’t give her the promised iPhone 17. She’s now the one being dragged everywhere.

But think about this…

👉 Will she still feel comfortable going to school?
👉 How will her parents, who sacrificed so much to train her, feel seeing their daughter exposed online? Imagine them seeing the video and saying, “So our daughter is this active?” 🤣
👉 How will she face people in public after this?

As a lady, always be mindful of the kind of condition you accept and the kind of actions you take.

I have always said: any favour that comes with the condition of sleeping with the helper was never truly yours.

And if she had done it because she urgently needed school fees or survival money, some people would at least understand the struggle behind it.

Life is deeper than social media trends.

Anyways, it’s already trending. Indicate in the comment section if you haven’t seen the video yet, and I will send it to you (T&C apply).

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