{"id":3236,"date":"2025-12-31T18:21:38","date_gmt":"2025-12-31T18:21:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nine9ja.com\/?p=3236"},"modified":"2026-01-02T13:36:38","modified_gmt":"2026-01-02T13:36:38","slug":"he-promised-me-work-in-lagos-na-trap-i-enter-episode-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nine9ja.com\/pa\/he-promised-me-work-in-lagos-na-trap-i-enter-episode-5\/","title":{"rendered":"He Promised Me Work In Lagos, Na Trap I Enter (EPISODE 5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

EPISODE 5 \u2013 Nobody Wanted to Risk My Name<\/strong><\/h2>\n

By the time I turned twenty-three, I already understood something many people never admit out loud.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, it\u2019s not your face.
\nSometimes, it\u2019s not your character.
\nSometimes, it\u2019s your name \u2014 and the story people attach to it.<\/p>\n

I watched girls younger than me get married. Others got engaged while still in school. Even those with no clear future had someone who chose them.<\/p>\n

Me? I was always the one people \u201cliked\u201d from afar.<\/p>\n

Men talked to me secretly but avoided me publicly. They would smile, flirt, and even promise things, but once marriage or commitment entered the conversation, their tone changed.<\/p>\n

Some disappeared completely.
\nOthers suddenly remembered they were \u201cnot ready.\u201d<\/p>\n

I heard things without being told directly.
\n\u201cThat girl family get bad history.\u201d<\/em>
\n\u201cTwo deaths follow her name.\u201d<\/em>
\n\u201cBetter no carry that kind wahala enter your life.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

One man\u2019s mother openly warned him to stay away from me. She said she didn\u2019t want sickness to follow her bloodline. Another told me plainly that he liked me but couldn\u2019t \u201ctake risks.\u201d<\/p>\n

Risk.<\/p>\n

Like I was a disease.<\/p>\n

I remained a virgin not because I was holy, but because fear surrounded me like a fence. Fear of gossip. Fear of being used and abandoned. Fear of confirming what people already believed about me.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, I asked myself if giving in would make things easier. Maybe if I didn\u2019t look so \u201ccareful,\u201d someone would stay. But another part of me held on tightly to myself.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo be every door wey open, na blessing,\u201d<\/em> I used to tell myself.<\/p>\n

At night, I cried quietly. Not because I needed a man, but because I needed to feel wanted \u2014 genuinely wanted. I wanted someone to see me, not the rumors attached to my name.<\/p>\n

Each rejection hardened me. Each whisper made me smaller. By twenty-three, Umunze felt like a cage slowly closing in.<\/p>\n

That was when leaving stopped being a dream and became survival.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know how yet. I didn\u2019t know who would help me. But I was sure of one thing \u2014 if I stayed, I would disappear without ever living.<\/p>\n

Episode 6 Coming Soon<\/strong>
\nJust when I had accepted that nobody wanted me, a stranger called \u2014 and spoke like someone who already knew my life.<\/p>\n

He Promised Me Work In Lagos, Na Trap I Enter (EPISODE 6)<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n