About a
year ago, i got a Facebook invite from some
guy, looking through my profile and his, we
had no mutual friends; his pictures were not
familiar, hence i ignored the invite. A couple
of days after, he sends me a message,
begging me to accept his invite and would
like to know me better. This aroused my
curiosity. At this time, i was not in a
relationship and pressure to get into one was
building up, so i checked him out again. He
was very good looking, and wondered why
he would be making so much effort to get my
attention with his looks.
I accepted his request a couple of weeks later
and responded to his chats once in while, as i
was not a believer of meeting a soul mate via
social media and was still very skeptical about
it all. He said he was a medical doctor,
working with Halliburton, and had done his
residency in the states, came back a few
years back to settle down. I didn't want to tell
him what i did for a living, as men just
assumed i had a lot of money since i worked
with a reputable oil company, but i finally did.
We moved on from Facebook chats to BBM
and then phone calls. He was very sleek with
words, and had a way of warming his way
into your life, but i still had my doubts. It was
too good to be true. My friends told me i was
just been a pessimist and should give him a
chance.
On one of my time offs ( i work offshore), he
came by my house, that was the fist time i
was meeting him, He looked cheap. He wore
a pair of worn out sued shoes (you have to
look really close to know they were worn out
as they were tending to brown but was
originally a shade of green....lol, yes i notice
these things), a pair of stone wash jeans and
white tee-shirt. My skepticism increased, for
some who is a doctor with an oil servicing
firm, looking this tacky, it wasn't adding up,
but i went along.
During his visit, he met my sister and her kids
and they fell in love with him immediately. At
the end of the visit, we agreed i was going to
come his place to know where he lived and
spend some time together as i was due to go
back to work in two days.
I got to his house after church, it was in
Magodo ( not nice Magodo). It was not what i
expected. The road to the house was
horrible, and i had to park my car two streets
before. The house was the only duplex in the
area. On getting into his flat, it was scantily
furnished and again, my spider scenes
started to tingle some more. I could not help
my self and asked why he chose to live here
and he gave a story of how he used to live in
Lekki and there was a fire in his house and
he lost all his stuff, so had to find another
house on such a short notice and settle for
this. I didn't believe the story, but just smiled.
That was the beginning of the tales.
As my visit went on, he told me that there
was a problem, that he got a call last night
after he left my place, that his mum had been
found unconscious and been taken to the
hospital. He had been with her all day and
been moving her from hospitals and his
siblings were not helping matters as they
could not support financially. He had
exhausted all the money he had withdrawn
for the weekend and didn't have an ATM card
(another long story). I sympathized with him,
but still did not add up.
On my way out, he said he was going back to
the hospital and would ride with me to
Berger to get a bus to Iyana Ipaja, where the
hospital his mum was admitted was. I asked
about his car, ( he didnt come in one the
previous day he visited, saying he was not
familiar with the area and hence took a cab).
On the drive, he said he had only #150 with
him and did not know how he would return
from the hospital. I drooped him off and gave
him #3,000.
Through my drive home, i played back the
events in my head and wanted to believe this
fellow but it still didnt feel right.
I went back to work the next day, told my
friends about what was going on and they
said to give him a chance and stop been
pessimistic. I started to doubt my instincts
and decided to just seat back and watch how
events would unfold.
During my two weeks at work, a lot of drama
went on. While we spoke everyday and he
updated me on the status of his mother's
health, she had been diagnosed with
pancreatic cancer, how she had been moved
to Lagoon hospital, how much he had spent
during the period, (#6.8M), she had
undergone surgery and she finally passed on
within this period. Also, she had to be buried
because she's a Muslim ( news flash).
This is where it all began. He had spent so
much money and was officially broke.
Everything he talked about was centered
around not having money, paying off debts
and bills he incured during his mothers
illness.
As i got back from work, he began to talk
about marriage and we should start to plan
towards it. This was the same person telling
me at every turn that he was broke, and now
wants to get married. I know people would
say, this was the time to run, but I hung
around, why? Because I wanted to catch him
in this lie and some part of me wanted to
believe it was all coincidence.
With my doubts still tearing every word and
action he took, i did not want to let them
make me loose "Mr Right". He wanted to meet
the rest of my family and state his intentions.
I told him i didnt know him well enough, and
he should slow down, but as fate will have it,
my folks were in the states and this delayed
all his rush. I also requested to be introduced
to his family but it was one excuse or the
other of in-availability or something else.
Three months into the "relationship", he told
me he had gotten a job with Shell and would
be moving from Halliburton. As the good girl
friend, i was happy for him and hoped his
financial issues will reduce. I didn't know it
only just began.The request started to flood
in, recharge cards, transport fare, food,
picking up bills when we went out, etc. I was
upset at myself for doing these things but i
thought, what if things were as he said it and
they got better, and i was not there when he
needed me? Yeah Yeah, I know, I was stupid
there.
There after, i fell ill and required surgery. I
had to go out of the country to seek
medicare. While i was away, i reached out to
a friend who worked in Shell and asked him
to do some digging. He told me that my "Mr
Right" was not in the system. He reached out
to his friends in Halliburton after i had given
him the whole load down and no one like
that had ever worked in Halliburton. I was
angry at myself, for seeing all the signs and
still went in.
So i began to trace any link we might have on
social networks, as i had time on my hand,
since i was recovering from my surgery. I
found out that he had various LinkedIn
account set up for different companies and
that is how he found me. so i set up another
account in another name and sent him a
Facebook invite.
I found pictures on line and invited a bunch
of people from the profile i had created for
myself. He accepted my request and we got
chatting and then, Bam! He told this new
person i had made up on FB, another story.
He was going through a divorce...(ye kpa,
divorce now!). He was a surgeon and worked
with the same oil company i worked for,
same unit i work for and used information i
had given him to build a new profile for
himself.
To cut the long story short, I also found out
that he actually got into medicine but never
graduated as a doctor.
As i got back to Nigeria, he was all happy that
his "bank" was back. I confronted him with
all the information i had and he denied it,
until I showed him the chat he had with this
other lady, stating he was a surgeon. He was
speechless and almost ran out my house.
He is still out there prying on women, using
his looks and words to woo them out of their
money.
His name is Kehinde (kenny) Ezekiel Haastrup,
hopefully that is his real name.
I have also attached his picture, to let women
not fall victim of his scam and fraud - culled!

U stole dis frm Stella's blog; common credit u can't give.

It shall never be well with poverty

madam abeg i didn't see any pix oh put the pix let me worn my sisters too because all women are the same, they think like donkey i just dont no why

God punish poverty. Some men sha but this story get as e be ooo.

That nigger no FINE at all nah, madam u no look well oh but sorry for everything

touchmeder:
U stole dis frm Stella's blog; common credit u can't give.

It was shared through facebook to me and not from the blog you mentioned..might be from there all d same, just sharing with you.

Mehn.....Bursted!

twaintoy:
God punish poverty. Some men sha but this story get as e be ooo.

E don already punish am

haytihem:

It was shared through facebook to me and not from the blog you mentioned..might be from there all d same, just sharing with you.

U just said that now;
All along u made us believe u were d victim.
#credit or plagiarism!

Kx:

U just said that now;
All along u made us believe u were d victim.
#credit or plagiarism!

did u see 'culled' at the end of it? if yes, do u read books? are writers victims? mind you, there are victims somewhere, somtime...I bet you don't want to be one. Forewarned is forearmed dear. Credit to her though, never knew it was from a blog until the first post

haytihem:

did u see 'culled' at the end of it? if yes, do u read book? are writers victims? mind you, there are victims somewhere, somtime...I bet you don't want to be one. Forewarned is forearmed dear. Credit to her though, never knew it was from a blog until the first post

why 2 OF U just dey fight like say tomorrow no dey watin dey do una

ghost1718:
why 2 OF U just dey fight like say tomorrow no dey watin dey do una

#NoFighting

haytihem:

#NoFighting

na watin una dey do ?? Make i ask

Thanks for sharing!!



Some of them are even on Nairaland...

ijbeauty:
Thanks for sharing!!



Some of them are even on Nairaland...

...funny but true sis.

[quote author=ijbeauty post=27558072]Thanks for sharing!!



Some of them are even on Nairaland...[/quotena]na befor no be now thins don change

He's a fake @ss, bitch @ss, broke @ss ni-gga. I'll never even ask a girl for a thing talkless of trying to dupe one.

Ladies beware..... I ve heard of similar stories. Don't be despirate
Guys... Be man enough to use ur brains positively