Her Sugar Daddy Episodes 

This person will love to remain anonymous because we are about to go on an embarrassing journey filled with laughter, tears and goosebumps. 

Still thinking of how we are going to identify her throughout the story but oh well, we will figure it out when we get there. Hold your horses, cause this road is going to be rocky as we will be scattering and breaking tables, dragging a set of people but you shouldn’t feel terrible unless the shoes fit of course. Vola! See you in the story phase:

Lovelife: Hi, How do you do?

Anoymous: You want to shame me abi? I’m ready for you. If you give me hot, I’ll give you hot hot. We will be dragging ourselves.

Lovelife: Ha! Calm down with the threats. I have your secret, you don’t have mine.

Anoymous: You will be surprised. You’ll be so surprised.

Lovelife: Hmmm. Anyway, it’s you that we are here for. Let’s have the story…

Hunger/SAPA

Anoymous: So one of the reasons why I got into the sugar daddy app was because I was broke and hungry. That’s why most people go. Trust me, it’s not to find love. Not at all. It was in school and I didn’t have any money, I couldn’t also get a job so that was my only option I guess. I remember one time when I came back from school and I checked my kitchen, I had nothing left, and I didn’t even have money for school the following day.

I called home and they said they couldn’t because they had just sent all they had to my little brother. All they had was 10,000 naira. Our situation at home was pathetic. It was sad and I wanted to help. Life happens to people and you know, some of us fight back. That’s what I did. A lot of people judged me, you might judge, the readers might judge me but it’s alright. It’s a pretty cold world and sometimes you have to bundle up.

Lovelife: I see. Sad. Sorry about your SAPA experience. We all had that phase at some point. It’s really sad. Never want to go back there again. Quick question, while you were trying to make your life better did it ever occur to you that you might be, you know, destroying another? Like the man, his wife, if he had kids and all. Did you ever feel bad? How did you deal with the conscience?

Dealing With My Conscience

Anoymous: So In the beginning, it was really hard for me. I felt like a terrible person, a monster. You know the funny thing I did? When I met this guy, with his age and looks, obviously he was married with kids but I didn’t bother to ask. I didn’t want to hear the truth so I wrote my own story for him in my head and placed him as a divorced man. 

When I met him on the ‘Richmeetsbeautiful’ app. I felt some type of way. I was still sceptical about what I was about to do till he sent me 40,000 that same day when I sent him my pictures. They were normal pictures, not nudes. He said I was too pretty so I needed the money to maintain my beauty. He also claimed me immediately saying he wanted to preserve his property from prying eyes on the app. We started to chat regularly and before we saw, he had already sent me up to 200k.

I sent money at home and always lied that I had a job because my mother always asked where I got it from before praying for me. It was always an emotional time. I don’t know what made me cry. Whether it was the fact that I was happy I could help and put a smile on their faces at home or because I lied to them.

After some time, I started to deal with it by ignoring the feeling. I kept telling myself that I did nothing wrong and that I was doing well for myself and my family. This was how I dealt with my conscience. I told myself, ‘I’m not the one that made anyone’s husband cheat. That’s who he is. If I didn’t agree to be his girlfriend, he would have found someone else. The marriage was bound to be like that.’ That was my daily affirmation to myself. It was hard but later, I got better

Our First Meeting

We never met until after a month and before then, he had gotten me a new phone and paid for my rent off campus. I was living the baby girl life. The day he wanted to meet me, he said he was travelling to me. He lived in Abuja and I schooled in Lagos so he was coming down to Lagos. It was for business but he was going to see me. Two nights before then, he asked me to get a small school uniform. A sexy one. Preferably an extremely short check skirt and a tight crop top shirt with long socks. I was confused as to why we needed it. He said he loved to roleplay and I told him I had never done it before. His response was calm. He told me that was what he loved about me. That I was calm and innocent and he doesn’t want any other man near me. He later sent me 70,000 to get the cloth. I was so embarrassed when I walked into a lingerie store and asked for these things.

The day we met…hmm. That day I walked into the huge duplex he said he owned. It was at VI, Victoria Island. When I got into the compound, I was wowed. The cars were huge and expensive. It was just three but the three cost a fortune. He was a senator. In fact, he’s still a senator so I’m not going to give another information.

When I got into the house. I saw him for the first time. He was finer in real life. All these 60s men and how they took their pictures from under, capturing only their nose. He didn’t look bad at all and he had a protruding tiny belly. I was extremely shy, but he made me comfortable in no time. I thought sugar daddies just come to sleep with you and send you home with large cash. Why was he talking to me? It was fun and I was stupid enough to think he loved me. When we had chatted for a while, he took me to his room and someone was there, a younger guy. He was naked. Like butt down.

What is going on? I wanted to run out but I was too confused and slow. My sugar daddy held me too. He asked me to change to my uniform and I did, then he told me to sleep with the young man there. He asked me to act like a naughty student trying to seduce my young teacher. What. “Why am I sleeping with him and not you?” I asked myself that day as I was changing in the bathroom. Maybe he’s the type of man that enjoyed seeing people have sex. Whichever way, as long as I was not going to sleep with both of them. Sleeping with the younger man is the same thing as sleeping with the older man. It’s still one man.

It was just weird with someone watching me have sex. We had started and I saw my sugar daddy at the corner watching us and smiling. He started to masturbate as he watched. I couldn’t believe I was in this situation because of money. Suddenly I saw him again, he started to take off his cloth. Wait what? Was he going to come here? Is he still going to sleep with me? I was exhausted but I was prepared. He gave me so much money for it. He climbed the bed and the worst thing happened. He started to kiss the boy. And in a split second, they started to have sex. What??? I stood there amazed and he told me I can leave and he was going to send my money and see me the next day. As his driver drove me to my hotel room, I was thinking about what I had seen. It was…I don’t know…new?

When I got to my room, I saw the sum of 500k alert he had sent. If I was ever thinking of not returning, this money had spoilt the plan. After all, it’s just sex with one man, not like I’m having a threesome or anything. I later convinced myself that it was ok and it was better for me because I was not the one sleeping with the married senator. It was the younger guy. This made me drop my guilt. I still felt bad, but not as bad as I used to. It was just… you know, ok.

Recurring Sin

I started to live with it. That was who I am, a sugar baby. My mum’s mate will call it ashawo, but did I care? No. No, I did not. The money was flowing in and that was all that mattered. To me at least. I kept on seeing the senator with his boyfriend and I was with him till I was about to graduate. Something happened. I wanted to leave but not at that time. Probably when I had graduated but something happened so I had to leave.

Judgement Day

One day when I was in class, a coursemate called me and said my mum was looking for me. I stepped out and was surprised because even though we lived in Lagos and I schooled in Unilag, she had never come. Not even for matriculation. I went to the place my coursemate said he had seen her. He said she was waiting for me at the lagoon front. I got there and I looked around. No one like my mum was there. As I was about to go, someone shouted my name. I turned back to see an elderly woman, somewhere around my mum’s age, walking toward me. She grabbed me by my hand and said, we should sit. I removed my hand immediately and asked if she was ok and the next she said was…”I’m the senator’s wife, would you love to sit or should we fight it out?”

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Of course, I sat down. I froze. Was I going to get Blackmailed like in the movies? Was she going to get boys to beat me? Or was she going to pour acid on my face? She sat calmly and as if she knew what was going on In my head, she said, “we just need to talk. I’m not trying to blackmail you or anything. This is going to be a brief and simple conversation. I want you to help me kill my husband.”

I didn’t understand. What was she asking of me because I don’t get it? I don’t get what was going on. This was the highest of all blackmails

“I should kill the senator? Why would you want that? He’s your husband and the father to your children.”

She laughed out loud and turned to face me. In anger, she said that I didn’t know he was her husband when he was sleeping with me. I could see her anger and she was trying to put it under control. It was sad. I was scared. Was she going to shout and cause a scene? Then she started to cry. She cried so hard and cursed at me. Saying I can’t kill him because he was her husband but I could sleep with him. That was when I realized, I’m a bad person, a terrible one. After everything, I promised I was not going to be with him anymore. I assured her that and from that day till now, I never saw the senator again.

Lovelife: Omo. This story sank into my soul. Every bit. I don’t even know what to say. So do you think the senator would have gotten better because you broke up with him? He’s probably with another person. Don’t you think?

Anoymous: I do, honestly. I feel like or I know that he will be with another person. She never caught the main culprit, the younger guy. She doesn’t even know her husband is gay. If she did, she would have been out of the marriage.

Lovelife: Why didn’t you tell her?

Anoymous: I didn’t because I’m not in the position to do so.

Lovelife: I thought you felt sorry for her. If you did genuinely, I think you owe her that truth.

Anoymous: To be honest, I did feel sorry for her but I’m not the kind of person to put myself in other people’s business.

Lovelife: Well, you did put yourself in their marriage and that was their business. 

(Awkward silence)

Alright guys, that’ll be all from Lover’s Desk on Lovelife TV. Stay safe people.