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EPISODE 13 \u2013 Hunger Begin to Reason for Me<\/strong><\/h2>\n

I hadn\u2019t realized how fast my savings could disappear.<\/p>\n

A week of small Lagos food prices, transportation, and the occasional emergency call from home drained my little stash. At first, I told myself I could manage. But hunger has a voice louder than pride.<\/p>\n

By the fourth day, I couldn\u2019t pretend anymore. My stomach gnawed at me. My head ached from skipping breakfast. I looked at the room I now called home and realized that my independence had already slipped like sand through my fingers.<\/p>\n

I wanted to go out, look for small odd jobs, maybe sell something, anything. But the man\u2026 he had always provided. And deep down, I knew he would scold me if I tried.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy you wan suffer? I dey here,\u201d<\/em> he said when I hinted about looking for work. His voice sounded sweet, comforting, almost like a lullaby \u2014 but it carried weight. Power. Control.<\/p>\n

That night, I lay on the bed, stomach empty, wondering why I hadn\u2019t seen the trap earlier. He had given me everything I needed to survive, but by giving, he also chained me.<\/p>\n

I started calculating: I couldn\u2019t walk the streets alone. I didn\u2019t know anyone. I had no money. Even the little phone credit he gave me reminded me that without him, I had nothing.<\/p>\n

Hunger began to reason for me.
\nFear began to whisper.<\/p>\n

By the time he returned from whatever Lagos hustle he said he had, I was already small in my mind.<\/p>\n

He noticed immediately. \u201cYou look tired,\u201d<\/em> he said. \u201cCome, eat. You don\u2019t need to struggle.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I obeyed, not because I trusted him entirely, but because my body and mind demanded it.<\/p>\n

That night, as I ate the food he placed before me, I felt the first real weight of dependence. The realization settled like Lagos heat over concrete: I had nowhere else to go.<\/p>\n

I was hungry, tired, and slowly \u2014 unknowingly \u2014 trapped.<\/p>\n

Episode 14 Coming Soon<\/strong>
\nThe next morning, he tells me: \u201cI fit take care of you better\u2026 but you must stay with me, no more outside work.\u201d
\n<\/em>And just like that, the trap tightens.<\/p>\n

He Promised Me Work In Lagos, Na Trap I Enter (EPISODE 14)<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n