I am putting this out, because Chigozirim Wisdom Edward’s will be the last person to do this to my name. These is every single text that was passed between the both of us, leading up to the one week she spent in my house, which was filled with bitterness, sorrow and strife.


She was living with a lady in Enugu, who connected her to a job in Nsukka selling igbeaux, which she used her own hand to scatter by lying to her boss that she had sold his market, locking him out of his house and instigating him to break into his own house through the burglary…