#TrybeStreetLife : Help !! My “Yahoo Yahho” Boyfriend Almost used me for rituals .

The pain is like nothing I have ever felt in my entire life the impact was so forceful that I was pushed several inches backward. I began to see different colors even in the dark, it was as if I was seeing fireworks in display, and felt light-headed. I could hear my attacker moving closer to me so I tried to move back but I couldn’t. I tried to scream but my mouth wouldn’t open. I could hear my attacker lift the object again but this time, I didn’t feel the impact because everything was utterly dark and silent and cold.


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I just got out of a six years relationship, and luckily, I got out with my life. I have never for once thought that I would break up with my boyfriend and especially not the way things ended.. I met him when I finished secondary school while attending JAMB lessons. We both sought University admission for three years before we opted for the Federal Polytechnic here in our town.

My boyfriend is a Yahoo boy and I am very well aware of it. He has not always been one, but we decided that it could be a means to a greater end. He lost both parents in a terrible accident and has been fending for himself ever since.I have civil servants as parents, my father is a retired local government official and my mother is a government primary school teacher. I am the third child and I have three younger siblings so I get very little financial help from home.

My boyfriend and I struggled to finish our Ordinary National Diploma (OND), we lived from hand to mouth but we kept encouraging ourselves. I am a hairstylist and manage my meagre income and D ( I use “D” to represent my boyfriend’s name. Well, now he is my ex) works in a tutorial center. Things were hard, really hard for us. What tipped us off finally was our inability to get funds for our HND.

So when a very close friend of ours who is doing well for himself introduced him to Yahoo about 6 months ago, I fully supported it. We both thought that he would do Yahoo for a couple of years, gather enough money and we would both start big businesses with the money. It was as if the world was against him, he would tell me one thing or the other is wrong. For 6 months, we saw nothing. Things were even harder than before because he stopped going to his tutorial work.

One day, I was at his place when B ( “B‘ representing the friend of ours) visited. He said he would like to take  “D” to his church so that his pastor can pray for him and his ‘hussle‘ will definitely pay. At first, D didn’t want to go because he was skeptical about a pastor who will be willing to pray for a fraudster but I encouraged him to go as what could have been the worst case.

I didn’t hear from him the whole day and couldn’t get through to him either. I tried B’s number too but it was not reachable. On the evening of the second day, he came to my hostel looking sad. I asked him what the problem was and he told me that the pastor said that his problems were great and spiritual and only a female figure who loves him dearly could help him.

I couldn’t see what the problem was since a solution had been proffered but he reminded me his mother was dead. I  was offended that he didn’t see me as a loving female figure in his life after all we’ve been through together but I didn’t say anything about it. I told him there was no problem and that I was a female who loves him. He was reluctant and said something about not wanting to involve me in his spiritual problems but later agreed. I told him to call the pastor and that we would go that very evening since the church is in town and not to procrastinate. He went out to make the call and I didn’t ask why but began to dress up. I trusted him that much.

Long story short, I dressed up and prepared to go to this church.  It was already past 8 by this time. Surprisingly, B was waiting outside in his car. I didn’t think much of this as being very strange at all. D didn’t mention that he was around while we were talking but I didn’t even think about it. B and I exchange pleasantries and I entered the car.

I don’t remember how long it took us as I slept through the ride,  after all, it was only familiar faces in the vehicle. Usually, I am not the kind of person that sleep in a vehicle, no matter how far the journey is. When I woke up, I still didn’t see the strangeness of the whole affair. Oh, what a fool I was. I did see a church before I entered and the setting was a church setting even though everywhere was dark but I was still able to make out the altar. D asked me to wait that he was going to call the pastor and that he wouldn’t take long but he would call B to stay with me because B stayed behind in the car. Unfortunately, the joke had been on me the whole time.

I was already terrified of the dark, but the eerie silence was worst. The only audible sound I heard was my breathing. When I began to hear the sound of footsteps behind me, I became relieved, at this point, any sound is better than total silence. I knew it must be B and felt a little relieved. When I didn’t hear the movement anymore, I decided to check what was wrong.

The pain is like nothing I have ever felt in my entire life the impact was so forceful that I was pushed several inches backward. I began to see different colors even in the dark, it was as if I was seeing fireworks on display, and felt light-headed. I could hear my attacker moving closer to me so I tried to move back but I couldn’t. I tried to scream but my mouth wouldn’t open. I could hear my attacker lift the object again but this time, I didn’t feel the impact because everything was utterly dark, silent and cold.

The first thing I felt was a terrible headache and an excruciating pain all over my body. I felt cold as if I was in a pool but at the same time felt the heat as if I’m beside a bonfire if that even makes sense. I tried to open my eyes but it was difficult. One eye refused to open because the lids are swollen but I managed to open the other one. I can’t even describe what I saw but it looked like a place from a horror movie.I knew I was naked and lying on something like a cold cemented slab and right beside me a fire was burning.

D came before me and I could see him tying a black wrapper. He apologized to me for the pain I was going through. He told me I was not in the church to pray for him but to be sacrificed. He said he was the one who went to B and asked to start Yahoo and he only begged B to pretend as if he was the one who introduced it so that l would support him. He also said that he had already gone to the pastor and I had been chosen for sacrifice and that every thing I saw was just a little drama he and B performed. He said I should forgive him and he would never forget me. He even promised to name his first daughter after me, just imagine!

The only regret I had at that point was that I didn’t inform anyone before I left and my parents will just keep looking for me. I was sure none of my neighbors saw me leave. D and another man I guessed would be the pastor tied my hand and began to lead me towards a place they have prepared to carry out the sacrifice. Providence decided to help me because the so-called pastor said he forgot a very important item of the ritual inside so he ran in to bring it. Not long after, he screamed out and  D ran in to check in on him.

At first, I didn’t realize what was happening but immediately I realized I was alone, my survival instinct was activated. I don’t know where the adrenaline came from but I stood and began to move and eventually began to run. I don’t know how long I ran or where I was going but I kept putting distance between myself and that dreadful place. I got to a road and as luck would have it, I saw a vehicle approaching and that was the last thing I remembered. When I woke up I was in the hospital. The nurse that attended to me said I was unconscious for 2 days. Two days later I was discharged and the good Samaritan who saved me took me to my parents’ house.

Of course, everyone at home was shocked to see me the way I was. I lied to everyone that I was in an accident. I know I should tell my family about the ordeal I went through but I’m too scared to. If they know, they will involve the police and I might also be arrested for being an accomplice. I’ve been at home for three days now but I haven’t heard from D or B and I’m afraid they could still hurt me. If I don’t speak out, another lady would be used in my stead and I will not be able to live with myself for that. I also don’t want to be arrested for being the accomplice of a Yahoo boy. The only person who knows D in my family is my immediate younger sister. What do I do?