7 years ago, I was in a relationship with a man named Kendrick. When we met, he was unemployed and living with his brother-in-law. I had just finished nursing school and secured a nanny job contract in London.
My family didn’t approve of him because he had no job, but I believed in love. I accepted the contract, determined to save money so we could have a future together. I worked tirelessly for 8 months, earning £640 (₦1,371,234), and sent every penny back home.
After a year, I paid for Kendrick to join me. Through my connections, his papers were processed, and he arrived in London. We worked side by side for 5 years until we finally got our papers and felt ready to start a family.
A year later, we went home for the bride price ceremony, then returned abroad to continue working and saving for a house. But Kendrick became obsessed with returning to Africa to “supervise” the house project, even though we weren’t financially ready.
Something in me grew suspicious. Later, his best friend revealed the truth: Kendrick had met another woman back home. He had been secretly sending our savings to fund their wedding. While I was breaking my back in London for us, he was planning a future with someone else.
I was shattered. But instead of crying, I chose to fight with the same weapon — betrayal. I started dating his best friend, the same man who had exposed his lies and kept me updated on his moves.
When Kendrick left for Africa for his wedding, I left the next day for mine. On the very day he was getting married, I too got married — privately, at my brother’s house in Lagos — to his best friend, my now husband.
When pictures of my wedding surfaced online, Kendrick called me over 100 times. He even showed up at my husband’s family home, but we were already gone. Nine days later, I heard he had a stroke. His marriage ended. He is still handicapped today, living in an adult care facility.
Meanwhile, I’ve been happily married for years. We have two kids with a third on the way. My husband knows who I am and respects me deeply. We own multiple homes.
People say Kendrick only utters one phrase these days:
“Women are evil.”
My response: “No, women aren’t evil… but I am capable.”
⚠️ Moral of my story: In this life, be careful how you treat a woman who truly loves and respects you. She can be your greatest blessing — or your worst nightmare if you betray her.
This isn’t a movie script. This isn’t fiction.
This is my life story.
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