A Nigerian man has finally broken his silence after his ex accused him of kicking her out of a house they reportedly paid rent for together and what he shared is nothing short of a heartbreak war story.
According to him, they met in 2022 when he was still in school, living with his aunty, while she was already in Lagos running a business her ex introduced her to.
Their love grew fast and messy. She denied having a child at first - until he found out and she confessed. He says he forgave her, fell deeper, and even started helping raise her son.
"People started calling me 'Daddy Dayo'," he said. "I paid part of his school fees, bought him clothes, sent money to her mum... all while she was calling me a fool in her chats with another man."
He says he moved to Lagos for her, joined her business, and together they tried to build something. But the betrayals kept stacking.
He found out she was still intimate with an ex. Then came shady texts with other men. Still, he stayed. He says he kept forgiving because he believed in them - and because she made him believe no one else would love her.
Things got worse after they moved into a new house. The rent was shared, but their relationship was falling apart. He says she faked family emergencies to get money, drank a whole bottle of bitters during a fight, locked him inside their room, and hit him. He ran out that night and slept in a hotel for safety.
"She shoved me so hard my shoulder dislocated," he said. "That's when I snapped. I broke the walls out of pain. I looked around and realized everything in that house was hers. I gave my all and had nothing to show for it."
After the breakup, he says she insisted she couldn't stay if they were no longer dating. When she finally moved out, he sold their generator and AC - not to spite her, but to quietly clear debts she owed their production manager.
Now, he says he's done protecting her image - and if the allegations of abuse continue, he's ready to take it legal.
HIS FULL STATEMENT
Lovina Emediong Louis, thank you for finally bringing this here.
We met in 2022. I was in my final year - I had been staying at my aunty's place all through my schooling years - and she was running a business in Lagos that her ex introduced her to.
She was always with a child when I called, so I confronted her. She denied the child was hers. I wasn't convinced, so I ended things. Then she called me and confessed the child was hers. I told her I was more upset that she would deny her own child than anything else, and that children are a blessing.
I was already in love with her, so we kept talking and got even closer. She opened up about her past relationship and how her baby daddy - a stoner - was abusive. I was furious. She would call me late at night, crying, telling me that he used to say no one would ever want her because she had a child. I was determined to prove him wrong.
Saying I had nothing to my name is laughable - I loaned her money without ever meeting her in person. She also did things for me, even before we met. The first time we met, she had already rented an apartment, but I still pulled my own weight. I spent the 100k I was supposed to use to start a POS business on our outings. Later, she introduced me to her business, which needed zero capital. It blew up so much that I had to move to Lagos because of the workload.
She moved into a new house, and I was confused because she already had a place. She told me she needed a fresh start. It wasn't until later I found out she was still living with her child's father while we were in a relationship.
I trusted her. I came to Lagos on her invite, thanks to the ASUU strike. A month into living with her, I found out she had been intimate with an ex while we were in a long-distance relationship. I confronted her and she lied to my face.
This happened after I met her child and was paying half of his tuition, buying clothes and shoes, and even traveling to Uyo to visit him at her parents' place. People started calling me 'Daddy Dayo'. She lied and I forgave her, but the lies didn't stop.
I would discover texts with different guys on Instagram and Facebook - even while lying next to her. I couldn't understand it. It led to a lot of begging and forgiving on my part. I compromised my principles for her. I protected her image from my friends and family. Most of them will only find out I was playing stepdad from this post.
I wanted us to work so badly. When she said she needed a walk-in store for her business, I objected because it wasn't financially smart at the time. She begged, I gave in. Then she changed her mind when a customer threatened to find her if she ever had a store.
She lied to her customers and lied to me, and I'd end up looking like a fool when I tried to defend her. I had to remove her side of the business from my profile.
Later, when she said we needed a bigger space, our relationship was already rocky. My friends begged me to get my own place, but I refused because I didn't want her to feel like I was leaving her behind.
There was nothing I could do to calm her down. We traveled to Uyo twice every year because I didn't want to trigger her insecurities - she said her ex would bring girls to their house, and I wanted to spend time with 'our son'.
I would pause my business just for those trips. Toward the end of 2023 into January 2024, we were saving for a new apartment. The savings were in my account, but I didn't have access because I left my small alert phone in Lagos and deleted my bank app from my main phone.
When we returned, I put on the phone and saw the balance was less than we expected. I showed her and she cried, accusing me of not wanting her son to come live with her. I felt terrible and left the house for work while she was still crying. On my way, I reinstalled my bank app and saw the balance was actually 10k more than what we saved. I was happy
That night, I checked her WhatsApp chat with her male best friend. He asked if we had talked about the money. She replied, 'Yes, the fool said he was joking.'
'Fool?'
The same guy helping raise your son? Sending money to your mum and siblings?
I couldn't sleep that night. I was heartbroken.
The next day, I was visibly upset and she knew why. We talked, and I forgave her - but I told her I didn't want to rent a place with her again. Then the begging started. Her mum, my cousin, friends - they all asked me to forgive her. I did.
We continued house-hunting. All the places we saw were above our budget. I had only my half of the rent. I needed capital for business and asked to use it temporarily. She got upset, so I left it alone. Eventually, we found a place, but it was still pricey. I opened all my banking apps and showed her everything. I've always been transparent with my finances.
Then she pulled me aside and said she had 200k 'somewhere'.
I was confused - we never hide money from each other.
I told her, 'I don't need this house. I'm doing this for you. So why am I emptying my accounts while you're hiding money?' I was hurt.
Her calling me a fool to another man and hiding money happened in the same month. It broke me.
Three days after we moved in, I broke up with her. She was devastated, rightly so. I told her I knew her business page was down and she didn't have much. I said we could stay together until she got back on her feet, but I couldn't be with her anymore. She said she couldn't stay if we weren't dating and would find a place to move to.
I told her it was still her house and she didn't have to leave.
But we kept fighting.
One day, she drank a full can of bitters and got drunk. She hit me and accused me of cheating. I had to call my friend and stay on the phone for safety. She locked the bedroom door and hid the key. I broke the door off its hinges and ran out at night to sleep at a hotel in Ikeja.
The next morning, she was unusually happy - like nothing happened. It scared me. I warned her never to do that again. She didn't care. That's when I knew it was planned - and for my safety, she had to leave.
Later that night, trying to scare her like she did me, I tried to remove her kitchen cabinet and TV bracket. We struggled for hours. I never raised my hand - it was mutual. A lot was said. I was done. She needed to leave.
She once told me her ex beat and raped her while she was still healing from childbirth. That disgusts me. I could never do that to anyone.
On the last day, we fought verbally. We shoved each other while I tried to move her kitchen cabinets. She shoved me so hard my shoulder dislocated.
I was exhausted.
I grabbed a knife and started damaging the walls, crying. I realized everything in the house was hers. I gave everything to please her and was left with nothing of my own.
She tried to comfort me. I pushed her away.
Days before she moved out, she told me her dad was in the hospital for surgery and that Dayo was sick. I refused to pick her calls.
It was all a lie.
My cousin sat beside her dad in a keke the next day in Uyo. Her sister had already told on her. No one was in surgery or sick.
I get it - you took me from rags to riches, so I had to pay the piper before leaving. (She doesn't know I know this.)
When she finally moved out, not before showing me a chat with her new therapist saying she has multiple personality disorder and still needs me - I sold the generator and AC to pay off her debt to our production manager.
I specifically told him not to tell her. I wanted to see if she'd pull something like this.
Her JBL was stolen at my aunty's place in Uyo, along with my phone. I can get the police report from Ewet Police Station if this becomes legal, which it might - especially over these false assault accusations.
The first two receipts are from the AC sale. The last two are for the generator.
I'm also getting a video statement from the production manager, and I'll add my bank statements if I have to.
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