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A man was devastated to discover that his girlfriend, whom he had sponsored through four years of university, married someone else just two months before their wedding introductions.<\/p>\n
The story was shared on X by a netizen known as @afrisagacity. According to @afrisagacity, he met the man in 2011 at a photocopy stand at UNN, where the man revealed he had funded his girlfriend\u2019s education at Anambra State University.<\/p>\n
The man had covered all her expenses from her first year to her final year, but noticed a change in her attitude. Eventually, he found out she had married another man in October, prior to their planned wedding introductions in December.<\/p>\n
Read full account below \u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cMy Friend Trained His Fianc\u00e9e in School For 4 Years And She Dumped Him After Graduating \u2013 A True Story!<\/em><\/p>\n I felt the nudge to share this story, yet again. It\u2019s one story that has refused to leave my deep memory ever since it filtered into my ears.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n 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\u2019t get accommodation.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n 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\u2019t like problem.<\/em><\/p>\n Where I seated, I couldn\u2019t 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\u2026.les.<\/em><\/p>\n His voice sounded deep and concerning. I haven\u2019t heard someone say such stuff to me before. My Dad who\u2019s my \u201cmain man\u201d and \u201cinstructor\u201d had never addressed women with such a demeaning word \u2013 as \u201cghosts.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Curious, I asked him, \u201cwhat do you mean, they\u2019re ghosts, sir?\u201d He replied, \u201cmy brother, they\u2019re not worth it. When they deal with you, you\u2019ll understand.\u201d The words struck me with more inquisitiveness.<\/em><\/p>\n At this time, I wanted to know why he carried such mentality \u2013 why he came to the point of categorizing all women with the same hateful perception. So, I asked him to explain.<\/em><\/p>\n At this time, he\u2019s done with the materials he\u2019s 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.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cSee this woman?\u201d He asked. \u201cShe was my fianc\u00e9e.\u201d I kind of felt this angry and dull tone in his voice. He paused for a moment and continued, shortly, to narrate.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n So, he took up the responsibility to sponsor her in school, when she gained admission to study (a course I can\u2019t remember) at Oko Poly, in 2006. She finished her National Diploma (ND) in 2008 and proceeded to do HND.<\/em><\/p>\n The bills were all on him, including a monthly upkeep allowance he\u2019d send to her and other petty financial requests. He didn\u2019t go to school, he only did apprenticeship and was settled by his Oga to start his own chemist.<\/em><\/p>\n But, Jude wanted a graduate-wife. None of the times he took care of the girl did he complain. His belief was that they\u2019re already a couple.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n He learnt that UNN had resumed session. That\u2019d 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.<\/em><\/p>\n Towards September, that year, he noticed a glaring change in the attitude of his so-called fianc\u00e9e. She barely picked or returned his calls. But he wasn\u2019t thinking about the worst case scenario in their relationship \u2013 man was both naive and innocent.<\/em><\/p>\n At this point, he paused, again, for a moment, stared at me and muttered \u201cnna nwanne eh\u2026umu nwayi di egwu.\u201d (my brother, women are scary).<\/em><\/p>\n It took his fianc\u00e9e about two weeks to call him back. She sounded so reluctantly and unconcerned \u2013 simply told him she\u2019d been busy with her project and didn\u2019t need disturbance!<\/em><\/p>\n He still played along \u2013 as the nice lover-boy who\u2019s hopeful of being a husband to a graduate-wife soon.<\/em><\/p>\n One cool Saturday evening, in the second week of December, his phone rang. He looked and it\u2019s her. They hadn\u2019t spoken for about a week. So, he rushed to pick with much eagerness.<\/em><\/p>\n She started off with appreciation to him for \u201ceverything he had done for her.\u201d She managed to speak with this guilt and yet, \u201cI don\u2019t care\u201d voice. Then, after she\u2019s done with her rigmarole, she finally dropped the bombshell.<\/em><\/p>\n 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\u2019s getting married in that December.<\/em><\/p>\n Recall, he had planned with her, to have their introduction that December.<\/em><\/p>\n Of course, his first thought was it\u2019s a dark joke or a prank. Just before he could drop the question, \u201care you joining,\u201d she cut in and told him she\u2019d send him an IV soonest and ended the call.<\/em><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/p>\n A few hours after, he rang her back, she didn\u2019t 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.<\/em><\/p>\n 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\u2019s house.<\/em><\/p>\n Fortunately, he met her \u2013 her parents were around too. He confronted her in their presence \u2013 and got the shocker of his life.<\/em><\/p>\n She bragged and told him to calculate the money he spent on her. She\u2019d tell her new man and he\u2019d pay. It\u2019s like a teargas canister had hit his swelling head. A moment of dizziness, mixed with a festering anger quickly set in.<\/em><\/p>\n Now, he got the message loud and clear. His \u201cinvestments\u201d were up in flames, in his very own eyes and he\u2019s helpless at this point \u2013 he can\u2019t change it!<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cSo, did you oblige to her request and send to her the cost of your expenses on her,\u201d I asked anxiously. \u201cYou believe she doesn\u2019t know how much I spent on her?\u201d He retorted angrily.<\/em><\/p>\n He actually walked away from the lady\u2019s compound and never stepped his feet there again. He never called her for any refund. He said he left her to her \u201cchi\u201d (personal god).<\/em><\/p>\n At this point, I just couldn\u2019t articulate my feelings. Deep down, I was thinking \u201cbut oga , you too fvck up.\u201d But I could only get my voice to echo \u201como\u201d and \u201cnna eh\u201d at intervals.<\/em><\/p>\n He turned again and said, \u201cyou now understand why I see these ones as ghosts?\u201d If you follow them, they\u2019ll chop you and dumb you, without mercy. They don\u2019t have conscience. That\u2019s why they\u2019re ghosts.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n I gazed at Jude with this deep pity for both the man he was and the he became \u2013 and none appealed to me.<\/em><\/p>\n He was a naive weakling, a hopelessly romantic fellow who was played by a gold-differ. And now, he\u2019s become a wounded hater of women. That single incident distorted his orientation about women and left a hole in his heart.<\/em><\/p>\n But, like I did reflect that day, I wonder why women actually wear this heart of cruelty \u2013 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.<\/em><\/p>\n This isn\u2019t 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!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Check out post below \u2026<\/p>\n