“He Was Embarrassing, But I Took His Millions” — 6 Nigerian Women on Taking Money From Men They Disliked

Money and expensive gifts are often more meaningful when gifted by a lover or dear friend.

However, for the Nigerian women in this article, money and gifts came from suitors who made them shudder, yet they continued accepting the generosity. 

Whether the men were too old, disloyal, or simply annoying, here are six Nigerian women who hated these men but accepted their money and gifts anyway.

My father’s best friend would always come to our house to hang out with my dad on the weekends. However, two years ago, he turned his attention to me. He told me he liked me, but as a lesbian and someone several years younger than him, I wasn’t interested.

That all changed when he started giving me money. He would hand me ₦50k here, ₦100k there, and sometimes I would flirt back just to keep the money rolling. Once, he gave me ₦300k at a go. In my defence, I was an unemployed youth; where else was I going to see that kind of money?

Anyway, this went on for months, and even though I felt trapped, I continued taking his money.

Luckily for me, he died last year, so now I’m a free woman.

I dated this man a few months ago. He gave me everything I wanted and, on average, spent between ₦700k and ₦1 million on anything I asked for.

While he isn’t a bad person, he just wasn’t the man for me. I thought he was unattractive and completely out of my league. I’m sure my friends would have laughed at me if they saw us together. Look, I know it sounds harsh, but it’s the truth.

There’s this particular thing he did that I couldn’t get past. He would take a swig of water and then slosh it around in his mouth three times before swallowing. What sort of strange habit is that?

Anyway, I decided it wasn’t worth the shame to put myself through that, so I stopped talking to him. He begged me to come back, but enough was enough.

Most women put up with annoying men for money. I did it for food.

When I was in university about two years ago, I ran into this man who sold food at one of the hostels. He collected my number, and at first I didn’t think that meant anything, but then he called me a few days later to tell me he loved me.

As bizarre as that call was, it changed my life for a year. Every time I went to that hostel, he would give me any food I wanted for free, and I don’t mean the cheap food. This man would give me shawarma, ice cream, and jollof rice with the biggest chicken or turkey available. To explain how insane this situation was, I ate lunch every day during my third year of university, but I didn’t pay a kobo for any of it. He gave me food every single day.

I would have continued eating my free meals if the man hadn’t spoiled things. One day, I was walking back from class with a friend when I saw the seller. I’d never seen him outside his hostel before, so I could never have anticipated what he did next.

He whistled at me like I was a random woman he was catcalling on the street. I ignored him and walked away faster. From that day, I never set foot in his hostel again.

He left a while after that, though I don’t know when. Then, a year later, he called me to tell me I had used him, and I was stupid. I blocked his number. Thank God I escaped him, but every time I have to pay for food now, I think of him.

Boredom drove me into the arms of a man I didn’t really care for. I didn’t hate him, but I wasn’t obsessed with him either. What I was obsessed with was his willingness to spend on me.

He would pay for my hair, my nails, get me clothes, or just give me money, usually about ₦40k at a time. In six months, he spent about ₦750k on me. While I appreciated the gifts, I hated the control that came with them. If he gave me money, he’d demand to know what I was spending it on or who I was spending it with. I started to feel suffocated in a prison of my own making.

Thank God for free will, because I used mine and left him. Rather than accept this, he got really angry and told me I had used him. He demanded I pay him back every dime he ever spent on me, and when I ignored that absurd request, he started harassing my friends and me with phone calls.

I’m very lucky he eventually got over it, because who knows where I would be today if he hadn’t?

My brother met this boy at a wedding and started bringing him to our apartment. That boy ended up being one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen. When he started flirting with me, I was open to it like mad. We might have even become something serious if I hadn’t found out he had a girlfriend.

She was on all his socials: Twitter, Instagram, Facebook (mind you, he didn’t even use Facebook). When I confronted him in a rage, he laughed it off, saying he could have two girlfriends, couldn’t he? Maybe he could, but definitely not with me.

Since he was my brother’s friend, he kept coming over, so there was no escaping him. So, instead of letting him play me for a fool, I got two steps ahead.

He started trying to give me money to sleep with him, and I would take the money, promise sex, and bail at the last minute. When I was satisfied with how much money he had given me, which was ₦2m in total, I located his girlfriend and told her everything he was doing. Then, because I’m a girl’s girl, I gave her ₦650k of the money I’d saved.

She thanked me, broke up with him, and I blocked him. The boy no longer comes to my apartment, and my brother is still salty about it, but that’s not my business. Next time, he should pick better friends. I can buy him an apology gift with the millions his friend left me.

When I was in secondary school, there was a boy who was horrible to me. He would bully me until I cried, and naturally, I hated him. Fast forward to us being adults, and his feelings toward me had drastically changed because, out of the blue, he told me he liked me.

He backed up this talk with money, about ₦150k–₦200k a week for six months. In my defence, I did try to like him back. I would tell myself he had changed, and people can change, but the trauma he put me through as a child was far stronger than reason.

He also tried to have sex with people when we stopped talking for a bit. That was the nail in the coffin, and it made me ask myself what the point of being with him was. I was suffering trying to make sense of him, so I stopped trying.

I left him, and he begged me in tears to take him back, but I was too mentally checked out to try.

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