Man discovers girlfriend he sponsored through school got married to another man

A man receives the shock of his life when his girlfriend, whom he sponsored through school for four years, marries another man just two months before their own wedding introductions were set to take place.

The story was shared by a netizen, @afrisagacity on the micro blogging platform, X.

According to @afrisagacity, he had met the man at UNN, at the photocopy stand during his early university days in 2011.

The man who came to UNN to hustle as a photocopy machine operator told him that he had sponsored his girlfriend’s education at Anambra state university.

He had footed all the bills from her 100L down to her 400L when her attitude began changing.

The man recounted how he had called her on one day and she hadn’t picked and only called back after two days.

He later realized that she had gotten married in October ahead of their wedding introductions that was meant to hold in December.

Read full account below …

“My Friend Trained His Fiancée in School For 4 Years And She Dumped Him After Graduating – A True Story!

I felt the nudge to share this story, yet again. It’s one story that has refused to leave my deep memory ever since it filtered into my ears.

I feel the need to share this, in every moment that my memory stumbles on it, particularly because there are still men who drag themselves into the deep-sh!t this my friend fell in.

So, I touched down the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, as a freshman, in the first week of Jan, 2011, curious and expectant. I was quick to conclude my registrations, in few days, and join the classes.

On the 14th of that month, I bought the scratch card to apply for hostel accommodation. Unfortunately, the site suffered a glitch. Everyone who logged in, in the period the glitch lasted, didn’t get accommodation.

That day, I returned to the PG hostel, where I was squaring, fagged out. After a some rest, I freshened up and dashed out with a biro and a pile of handouts to photocopy.

At the time, petty traders and small-scale printing and photocopy operators clustered around the space within Kwame Nkrumah, Mbanefo, and Alvan Ikoku hostels. As I approached there, Jude signaled me to come to his side.

I got there and he offered me a seat and pleaded with me to be patient for him to round off with photocopying the materials in his hands. I liked his entreaty. I simply said no problem.

Jude was about 5.8 inches in height, dark-skinned, good looking, but had a very calm demeanor. You could pass him as that chilled guy who doesn’t like problem.

Where I seated, I couldn’t stop feeding my eyes with the sight of hotties stepping out of Kwame Nkrumah hostel, with bum-shots, and light singlets that revealed their pointed ni.pp….les.

His voice sounded deep and concerning. I haven’t heard someone say such stuff to me before. My Dad who’s my “main man” and “instructor” had never addressed women with such a demeaning word – as “ghosts.”

Curious, I asked him, “what do you mean, they’re ghosts, sir?” He replied, “my brother, they’re not worth it. When they deal with you, you’ll understand.” The words struck me with more inquisitiveness.

At this time, I wanted to know why he carried such mentality – why he came to the point of categorizing all women with the same hateful perception. So, I asked him to explain.

At this time, he’s done with the materials he’s working on and collected mine. He stared at me reluctantly and shook his head. He dipped his right hand in his pocket, brought out his phone and showed me a picture of a fine lady.

“See this woman?” He asked. “She was my fiancée.” I kind of felt this angry and dull tone in his voice. He paused for a moment and continued, shortly, to narrate.

So, Jude ran a Chemist shop in front of Uli campus, of Anambra state University(ANSU), now Odumegwu Ojukwu University (OOU). He had this lady he was dating. The lady was from a relatively poor family.

So, he took up the responsibility to sponsor her in school, when she gained admission to study (a course I can’t remember) at Oko Poly, in 2006. She finished her National Diploma (ND) in 2008 and proceeded to do HND.

The bills were all on him, including a monthly upkeep allowance he’d send to her and other petty financial requests. He didn’t go to school, he only did apprenticeship and was settled by his Oga to start his own chemist.

But, Jude wanted a graduate-wife. None of the times he took care of the girl did he complain. His belief was that they’re already a couple.

Interestingly, Jude made moves to legally marry the lady, after she started her HND but she refused. She told him that if they got married, she would most likely get pregnant and lose concentration in her studies. She said, he should be patient until her final year.

2010 was her final year, she had begun her project. So, he literally forced her for an Introduction. They had planned to do the introduction and traditional marriage in December, 2010. Unfortunately, the 6-months long ASUU strike happened.

Schools were shut down from July, 2010 to December, same year. Anambra state University was amongst the striking schools. His major customers at Uli campus were students. So, when the school shut down, his patronage drastically declined.

He learnt that UNN had resumed session. That’d be a good opportunity to do a side-hustle and earn, pending when ANSU would resume. So, he bought a photocopy machine and a desktop computer.

Towards September, that year, he noticed a glaring change in the attitude of his so-called fiancée. She barely picked or returned his calls. But he wasn’t thinking about the worst case scenario in their relationship – man was both naive and innocent.

At this point, he paused, again, for a moment, stared at me and muttered “nna nwanne eh…umu nwayi di egwu.” (my brother, women are scary).

It took his fiancée about two weeks to call him back. She sounded so reluctantly and unconcerned – simply told him she’d been busy with her project and didn’t need disturbance!

He still played along – as the nice lover-boy who’s hopeful of being a husband to a graduate-wife soon.

One cool Saturday evening, in the second week of December, his phone rang. He looked and it’s her. They hadn’t spoken for about a week. So, he rushed to pick with much eagerness.

She started off with appreciation to him for “everything he had done for her.” She managed to speak with this guilt and yet, “I don’t care” voice. Then, after she’s done with her rigmarole, she finally dropped the bombshell.

She had been engaged since October, that year to another man but kept it to herself, waiting for her wedding plans to be finalized, first. She’s getting married in that December.

Recall, he had planned with her, to have their introduction that December.

Of course, his first thought was it’s a dark joke or a prank. Just before he could drop the question, “are you joining,” she cut in and told him she’d send him an IV soonest and ended the call.

Man almost got a heart attack instantly. He fell to his chair, completely caught off for a few minutes. Was he in trance or daydreaming, he inquired within but got no response.

A few hours after, he rang her back, she didn’t pick. He decided to travel home the next day. He got home by evening and got a package from his mother, from the lady. He opened it and it was her IV.

There came a sudden rush of anger and confusion that gripped his fainting heart. He trashed the IV and dashed on the road, off to the lady’s house.

Fortunately, he met her – her parents were around too. He confronted her in their presence – and got the shocker of his life.

She bragged and told him to calculate the money he spent on her. She’d tell her new man and he’d pay. It’s like a teargas canister had hit his swelling head. A moment of dizziness, mixed with a festering anger quickly set in.

Now, he got the message loud and clear. His “investments” were up in flames, in his very own eyes and he’s helpless at this point – he can’t change it!

“So, did you oblige to her request and send to her the cost of your expenses on her,” I asked anxiously. “You believe she doesn’t know how much I spent on her?” He retorted angrily.

He actually walked away from the lady’s compound and never stepped his feet there again. He never called her for any refund. He said he left her to her “chi” (personal god).

At this point, I just couldn’t articulate my feelings. Deep down, I was thinking “but oga , you too fvck up.” But I could only get my voice to echo “omo” and “nna eh” at intervals.

He turned again and said, “you now understand why I see these ones as ghosts?” If you follow them, they’ll chop you and dumb you, without mercy. They don’t have conscience. That’s why they’re ghosts.”

I gazed at Jude with this deep pity for both the man he was and the he became – and none appealed to me.

He was a naive weakling, a hopelessly romantic fellow who was played by a gold-differ. And now, he’s become a wounded hater of women. That single incident distorted his orientation about women and left a hole in his heart.

But, like I did reflect that day, I wonder why women actually wear this heart of cruelty – to have a man exhaust their money, their time, their love, feelings and hopes in you, in training you through higher institution, all for you to graduate and find him less deserving of you.

This isn’t to condemn the act of a male partner sponsoring his unmarried female partner in school. But hey, just like Jude, I have seen other men suffer similar soul-crushing fate. Their female partners dumped them, after graduating, without a blink!”