{"id":3266,"date":"2025-12-31T20:03:06","date_gmt":"2025-12-31T20:03:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nine9ja.com\/?p=3266"},"modified":"2026-01-02T18:40:18","modified_gmt":"2026-01-02T18:40:18","slug":"he-promised-me-work-in-lagos-na-trap-i-enter-episode-16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nine9ja.com\/hi\/he-promised-me-work-in-lagos-na-trap-i-enter-episode-16\/","title":{"rendered":"He Promised Me Work In Lagos, Na Trap I Enter (EPISODE 16)"},"content":{"rendered":"

EPISODE 16 \u2013 Comfort Wey Turn Cage<\/strong><\/h2>\n

The days after that night blurred together.<\/p>\n

Food appeared on the table without me asking.
\nThe rent was always paid.
\nMy phone was topped up before I could even check my balance.<\/p>\n

It felt\u2026 comfortable. Safe.<\/p>\n

But comfort had a price.<\/p>\n

Whenever I tried to mention getting a job, learning a skill, or even stepping outside to meet someone, his voice would cut me off:
\n\u201cWhy you wan suffer? I fit take care of you.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

At first, I laughed it off. He sounded caring, almost like a brother or father figure. But slowly, I noticed patterns.<\/p>\n

He would check my phone. Not violently, not aggressively, just enough to remind me he could.
\nHe decided when I could go out. Sometimes he even drove me, sometimes he said I shouldn\u2019t go at all.
\nI stopped asking about the streets, the market, the Lagos chaos outside my tiny Agege room.<\/p>\n

The truth was simple: without him, I had nothing. No job, no contacts, no money, no way to survive.<\/p>\n

And he knew it.<\/p>\n

I started measuring my words. Watching every gesture. I smiled when he smiled, nodded when he nodded, stopped asking questions I used to ask freely.<\/p>\n

I was still technically free to leave, but leaving meant hunger. Leaving meant uncertainty. Leaving meant surviving alone \u2014 something I hadn\u2019t done in years.<\/p>\n

Comfort had become a cage.
\nA cage with invisible bars.<\/p>\n

I lay in bed some nights, staring at the ceiling, asking myself if this was all I deserved.
\nThe food was good. The room was warm. My phone worked.
\nBut my mind felt like a prisoner.<\/p>\n

\u201cI dey comfortable, but I no dey free.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Episode 17 Coming Soon<\/strong>
\nWhen he accidentally mentions her mother in conversation, the first real cracks in the fa\u00e7ade appear \u2014 and Nkiru begins to suspect the truth about his intentions.<\/p>\n

He Promised Me Work In Lagos, Na Trap I Enter (EPISODE 17)<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n