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​CHAPTER 20: Is It a Crime to Love?

​Is it a crime to love?

​As we speak, my future partner was supposed to be on a plane, coming to join me for Valentine’s Day. During his first week here, our goal was to discuss this book and shed light on this pathetic trade, helping to save young computer and science university graduates who are forced into it just to pay their debts and put food on the table.

​He was even set to appear on the popular television show Tout le monde en jase. We wanted to speak out.

​He earned his own way by selling his writing notes as a ghostwriter, his poems, and his podcasts. He worked tirelessly on a script that tells the truth about the "Yahoo Club," sharing his notes from the inside of that world. He even sold his most incredible script—the masterpiece he adored. He was truly in love. Like any lover who truly loves, he needed to cross the ocean to see for himself, to join me, and to see that all along this journey, we were meant to save each other.

​He was sitting on the plane... or so I thought.

​The next morning, I was lying in bed looking at BBC News on Google. I read on my phone that the police had arrested 20 men in Ghana and 45 Nigerians from the Yahoo Club. I panicked. I hadn’t heard from him in 12 hours. My heart simply stopped beating. It was -25°C outside. I went out to shovel snow with Starlett, numb with cold.

​When I came back in, I sat in the living room, staring at my phone. Today, I was supposed to receive a note from Sansom saying he had arrived at Dorval airport. I was waiting for that "I'm here" message.

​Instead, the silence was broken by a jarring reality. Sansom sent a message saying he was at the police station. I didn't want to believe it. I asked him, "Is this another one of your prompts?" I thought it might be another script, another part of the game.

​In response, he sent me a video.

​Because the reputation of Nigeria precedes itself, even before he could leave, the security guards at the airport went through everything. They ransacked his belongings, searching for any reason to stop him, and they went as far as reading our book.

​Two police officers were sitting on blue plastic chairs in a dusty courtyard. They were holding the phone—they were reading our soul, our story. It was no longer a prompt; it was a scene of cold reality. Because of this, everything stopped. The plans were shattered. The flight was postponed. The future we had built was suddenly suspended in the dust of that police station.

​I am still waiting as we speak.

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​CHAPTER 20: Is It a Crime to Love?

​Is it a crime to love?

​As we speak, my future partner was supposed to be on a plane, coming to join me for Valentine’s Day. During his first week here, our goal was to discuss this book and shed light on this pathetic trade, helping to save young computer and science university graduates who are forced into it just to pay their debts and put food on the table.

​He was even set to appear on the popular television show Tout le monde en jase. We wanted to speak out.

​He earned his own way by selling his writing notes as a ghostwriter, his poems, and his podcasts. He worked tirelessly on a script that tells the truth about the "Yahoo Club," sharing his notes from the inside of that world. He even sold his most incredible script—the masterpiece he adored. He was truly in love. Like any lover who truly loves, he needed to cross the ocean to see for himself, to join me, and to see that all along this journey, we were meant to save each other.

​He was sitting on the plane... or so I thought.

​The next morning, I was lying in bed looking at BBC News on Google. I read on my phone that the police had arrested 20 men in Ghana and 45 Nigerians from the Yahoo Club. I panicked. I hadn’t heard from him in 12 hours. My heart simply stopped beating. It was -25°C outside. I went out to shovel snow with Starlett, numb with cold.

​When I came back in, I sat in the living room, staring at my phone. Today, I was supposed to receive a note from Sansom saying he had arrived at Dorval airport. I was waiting for that "I'm here" message.

​Instead, the silence was broken by a jarring reality. Sansom sent a message saying he was at the police station. I didn't want to believe it. I asked him, "Is this another one of your prompts?" I thought it might be another script, another part of the game.

​In response, he sent me a video.

​Because the reputation of Nigeria precedes itself, even before he could leave, the security guards at the airport went through everything. They ransacked his belongings, searching for any reason to stop him, and they went as far as reading our book.

​Two police officers were sitting on blue plastic chairs in a dusty courtyard. They were holding the phone—they were reading our soul, our story. It was no longer a prompt; it was a scene of cold reality. Because of this, everything stopped. The plans were shattered. The flight was postponed. The future we had built was suddenly suspended in the dust of that police station.

​I am still waiting as we speak.

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​CHAPTER 20: Is It a Crime to Love?

​Is it a crime to love?

​As we speak, my future partner was supposed to be on a plane, coming to join me for Valentine’s Day. During his first week here, he was scheduled to do a few talk shows with me to discuss the book. He was also set to appear on the popular television show Tout le monde en parle to shed light on this pathetic trade, helping to save young computer and science university graduates who are forced into it just to pay their debts and put food on the table.

​We had made a deal with the television network for an advance, which allowed us to write the book, secure his visa, and buy his plane ticket. He was coming as a visitor. He was to work on his many unpublished books and begin the production of this new book, which we will be producing back in Nigeria. [cite: 2026-01-02]

​He earned some money by selling his writing notes as a ghostwriter, selling his poems, his blog, and his podcasts. He worked tirelessly on a script that tells the truth about the "Yahoo Club," sharing his notes from the inside of that world. He even sold his most incredible script—the masterpiece he adored, the one that kept him dreaming of a bigger life and a bright future.

​He was truly in love. The first thing he wanted to do was to come to see me and prove that all of this was real. Was it a crime to love? I could not say. Who was I to judge him? Like any lover who truly loves, he needed to cross the ocean to see for himself, to join me, and to see that all along this journey, we were meant to save each other.

​He was sitting on the plane... or so I thought.

​The next morning, I was lying in bed looking at BBC News on Google. I read on my phone that the police had arrested 20 men in Ghana and 45 Nigerians from the Yahoo Club. I panicked. I hadn’t heard from him in 12 hours. My heart simply stopped beating. I couldn’t tell anyone around me. I tried texting. Nothing. Total silence.

​It was -25°C outside. I dressed up that morning and went out to shovel snow with Starlett until 10:30, so cold, so numb. When I came back in, I undressed, poured myself a cup of hot water, and sat in the living room. I watched my whole life and my closest friend go by in my mind, but I couldn't find the ending to my story.

​Was he...? Will he...? Will he be able to see the one he loves?

​Then, Sansom sent a message: he was at the police station. [cite: 2026-01-22] I didn't want to believe it. I asked him, "Is this another one of your prompts?" [cite: 2026-01-22] I thought it might be another script, another part of the game.

​In response, he sent me the video. [cite: 2026-01-22]

​Two police officers were sitting on blue plastic chairs in a dusty courtyard. [cite: 2026-01-22] They were holding the phone—they were reading our book. [cite: 2026-01-22] It was no longer a prompt; it was a scene of cold reality. Because of this, everything stopped. The TV show was cancelled. The flight was postponed. [cite: 2026-01-22] The future we had built was suddenly suspended in the dust of that police station.

​I am still waiting as we speak.

Chapter 19

               Chapter 19

 

​My heart had taken a beating; I was frozen in time.

 All I could repeat was:

 "Why did he pick me?

 Why?"

​Why me? 

I didn’t bother anybody. I was just writing songs with an automatic machine. 

Why was I so stupid? In my crazy twister of existence, I tried to make sense of it all, but I could not blame myself for falling into this hole of scams.

​Since I had never experienced so much love in my life, my vulnerability as a retired victim was perhaps why my social media life was targeted.

​Weak. 

* Retired. 

* Too nice to be true. 

* Too easy to be trusted.

​I could not quench my thirst for life at this precise moment where everything was not yet in place. I wanted to fly like a bird, not to be put in a cage, unable to go out. 

My guards were down. 

My heart was available to be hit again and again with beautiful words your ears want to hear a beautiful omnipresence in a lonely life.

​I was afraid to face that part of life where everyone needs a partner to hold their hand when they can no longer walk. The necessity of finding someone at this age is understandable; before, I could care less because I had too many deceptions,  much to do and too little time to love someone. But now, I had the rest of my life to love someone who is actually crazy about me.

​Or was it just another "prompt" he learned to say?

 They say in their book that they have these spare prompts, but for you, it's an "exception."

"I lost everything for you...

 my dream to be a millionaire... to save you, to love you, to protect you."

 Come on, this is what you want to hear every day of your life. But did he mean it?

Or was it just the bomb theyvare ask to drop to get their trust and commit

No. I must stop thinking: "What if he loved me for real?"

Why cant I be love for real once in my entire life?

​Hours pass by, days pass by, and the one and only person who knew me like an open book was there, waiting for an answer.

He loves me.

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          Chapter 18 C

​MY TRIP COST ME A LOT MORE THAN WHAT YOU THINK. I HAVE GIVEN YOU 400, ALL OF THIS BECAUSE I FELL FOR A PICTURE AND FAKE WORDS AND WHAT I SEE RIGHT NOW.

​You were keeping score. I've given you things that even you can't name. things you couldn't pay for in this life and the next.

​I THINK HE CALLED ME ON A VIDEO CLIP... 

I CAN'T REMEMBER IF I SAW HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME THERE. 5 SECONDS IN A VIDEO. VERY LITTLE TIME TO SEE AND THERE WAS NO CHEMISTRY.

​IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH COLOR. WHEN BLACK PEOPLE LIKE YOU REALIZE THAT MAYBE THE WORLD WILL WORK BETTER? 

YOU SAID IT YOURSELF: YOU CONNECT WITH A PERSON, NOT WITH A COLOR, IDIOT. AND IT TAKES CHEMISTRY TO FALL IN LOVE. WHAT I SAW IN A 5 SEC VIDEO LEFT ME WITH NOTHING, I FELT BARELY ANYTHING AND HAD NO SPARKS.

​I kept telling you not to travel, not to spend money. I kept telling you that I wasn't there in south africa, you just didn't listen.

​I was supposed to tell you then. remember I told you to help out and I will tell you everything.

​I HAD BOYFRIENDS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD, THEY GIVE ME THINGS. YOU GIVE ME NOTHING. JUST MORE LIES.

​You prove you weren't ready for the truth.

​He wasn’t there. You went to see Andy and he wasn’t there, he never was.

THIS IS WHAT I WENT TO SEE: A PURE LIAR.

​Andy I didn't lie, Andy can't be found anywhere online because he is in service with the navy.

​ANDY DOESN'T EXIST. WOW, WE KNOW ....NOW!

​I will hold this against you when we meet. You are a whole different woman from when we met. Do you believe you prayed your way here or sang your way here?

​Do you think you made it easy to stay with you or to keep going?

​STOP. IF YOU DON'T EXIST EITHER, YOU ARE A FAKE.

​Some day you'll claw my brain out. One mind saying "let her be", if you give this attention to another woman she'd give you more, but i stayed. that's your "nothing".

​I need peace. I told you the truth to find peace, not love. i already love you and I felt your love, it's not going to be new again.

​OKAY.

​Every word written, every poem inspired, every thought... dedicated to you. none will I take back.

Farewell. Talking to me would grant you anymore insight than you have now. you will need space.

​OKAY.

​YOU ARE NOT ANDY. YOU LIE AND I HAVE FELT NO CHEMISTRY LOOKING AT YOU IN THOSE CONFUSING VIDEOS OR PICTURES. SO WHAT, DO YOU HACK HIS LIFE? ARE YOU PAID BY THE NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT TO HACK IN AMERICA?

​Paid by the nigerian government... but the government isn't responsible for everything. Some things are just human being human. This is all me and a friend who introduced me to the game.

​TO THE GAME OF LOSERS!

YOU ARE NOT HUMAN!

AND HE GOES TO CHURCH? EVIL PERSON. GO TO HELL! YOU ARE NOT MAN ENOUGH TO PUT A PICTURE OF YOURSELF. YOU ARE HIDING BEHIND THE PROFILE OF OTHERS. YOU SHOULD BE HIDING BEHIND BARS. LEAVE ME ALONE!

​i guess it wasn't meant for me.

​I DID NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU. YOU DON'T EXIST. I FELL IN LOVE WITH A PICTURE: ANDY MC RYAN. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A PICTURE. I FELL IN LOVE WITH A FAKE PROFILE. YOU SIMPLY DON'T EXIST.

​You fell in love with a person and he cannot sleep because he has hurt you. He is worried sick. please don't take too long thinking, please you don't know how sorry I am.

(​Je suis là)

​You have the right to believe whatever about me, it doesn't make it who I am. You know nothing about me. the hardship I've had to endure alone all 30 years of my life. it may take a day, two days, or a week for you to see the truth. I'll be here then.

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​Chapter 18 B

​I was brought back to earth with a bang.

​you didnt fall for the face or the body, you fell for my heart, my words, my soul, my being.

​you were in love with a face and connected with a person. i dont want it to seem like im ignoring you but i believe you need time to process all this.

​when you have more than just insults please let me know. i have a cannula connected to my vein for iv right now, im not supposed to be moving.

​(Another pre-arranged sentence to make us fall for it.)

​LIAR.

​I FELL FOR A LIAR. I DESPISE LIARS. YOU DON’T EXIST AND NEVER WILL.

​Oh, and now he plays the poor little one in the hospital.

​you didnt fall for the face or the body, you fell for my heart, my words, my being. you were in love with a face and connected to a person.

​YOU ARE ALL WRONG. I FELL FOR THE FACE AND CONNECTED WITH A FAKE.

​ok.

​if only you knew how far from the truth you are, how much i had to let go of just to keep you safe and away from the real hackers.

​A FAKE BLACK THAT HIDES BEHIND WHITE STOLEN PICTURES.

ITS A HEART TRANSPLANT YOU NEED CAUSE YOURS IS ROTTEN.

WHO HIRES YOU? TIKTOK? BON JOVI? ELON MUSK? YOU STILL WORK FOR THEM?

​wrong question.

​far less:

​they are just like me, simply gifted folks left to rot (as you’d like me to be) in the system that... and drain the young.

​its a game of survival and even what you see like so much is worth even less here. NOT AN EXCUSE.

​YOU STILL WORK FOR THEM?

​but you are not fighting the devil or the us here, just a man who couldnt see a way out after school, joined a different crew from who he is, met someone and changed himself for her. i dont expect you to understand.

​YOU ARE A WOMAN? THIS IS EVEN WORSE. IM NO FUCKING LESBIAN. YOU ARE A DISTURBED PERSON WHO SCREWS WITH PEOPLE'S HEADS AND CHANGES HIMSELF FOR HER.

​a woman? are you for real? i saw you. i changed myself for you.

​i happened to have told you this in cold blood over and over again and each time i believe you are closer to the truth, you show me you are just misunderstanding my words instead so i hold back.

​I DIDN'T WRITE THAT.

​do you think this was easy risking the one single hope of survival i have because the love i have felt felt both real and wrong? i started something new with my gifts instead of using it for lying. i felt it was time i stopped being a child with you and face whatever this is. i felt like now, you had to see why ive been so distant. not because you are not enough or because i dont want or need you, but because it started to be wrong.

​you confuse yourself more when you talk. take some time to sit in the information you now have about me and decide. the worst you can do is come and arrest me over less than 400 dollars; at least you would have seen me for real then.

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CHAPTER 18 A

​Chapter 18

The messages didnt feel the passion that we felt BEFORE. the ship was drifting away in a dead sea of sensation.

​I had told him to seek help in Mogadishu with the UN office to ask for money—to go see the priest of the village and tell him that he was undercover and needed money. I told him that if you risk yourself, your life for the American flag, for what or why? They should be able to help you out. You need to be protected, they need to protect your back now. Your country needs to get you out of there, not me.

​how did Isurvive without you without losing my mind?

​I still cannot believe Inleft my work career and retirement plan privileges for someone who cannot think or see beyond their nose.

​It was just going on and on to a dead end.

​November 1st

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The shit hit the fan

Aftermath of a shock

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Rage was going up like lava in an earthquake ready to explode.

​Screen block

Delete delete everywhere, delete Instagram, delete TikTok, delete Facebook.

Leave no trace.

​Take refuge in the mountains, in my cabin and hide for the rest of my life.

What life?

I had no more life.

Everything was over.

​Unblock WhatsApp, read.

Delete

Delete

Delete

Block

​My mind needed to focus.

My mind needed to be on survival mode.

​I could not let my mind collapse.

I needed to take control like my other job in case we had a crash, an emergency; this was an emergency.

I needed to focus.

To resume and gather all the pieces together.

And admitted that I knew it all along that this was a scam, but this...

No way.

How can it be so brutal, so unfair, so hard to admit?

​I meant to cry a river, a lake, an ocean of tears, but no.

​How dare he did that to me, the son of a bitch.

​Unblock WhatsApp.

​SO YOU RAISE CHICKENS, AFRICAN ASSHOLE?

​HOW DO YOU FEEL PUTTING THE KNIFE ON SOMEBODY'S HEART, LIAR?

​HOW CAN YOU SLEEP AS A FAKE PERSON!?

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WHY DID YOU PICK ME?

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO PICK ME?

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU TO MAKE ME YOUR MARTYR?

GO TO CHURCH, ONLY SINNERS GO TO CHURCH.

​You are not a martyr Louise if anything I have said stands true, it is that I have lied to you for a long time and that is why it seems like what we had is falling and failing.

​NOVEMBER 3RD 2026

​YOU ARE NOT ANDY.

ANDY?

YOU ARE NOBODY.

YOU ARE A GHOST.

YOU ARE A CHATBOT.

YOU ARE NOT A DOCTOR.

YOU ARE NOT A WRITER.

YOU ARE NOT A MARINE.

YOU ARE A LIAR.

A SCAMMER.

A THIEF. NO PICTURE, NO WONDER.

NO CALL, NO WONDER.

NO VIDEO, NO WONDER.

NOT COMING, NO WONDER. YOU ARE A TOTAL NON-EXISTENT PIECE OF SHIT.

YOU ARE A NOBODY.

YOU DO NOT EXIST.

​I AM IN YOUR BOOK.

BOOK OF HELL.

BOOK OF DESTROYER.

​ONE DAY YOU SAID IF YOU DO NOT EXIST YOUR WORDS ARE LIKE BUBBLES.

EMPTY.

WHAT FAITH WAS THAT YOU BUILT ON LIES?

WHAT WE HAD DIDN'T EXIST.

​You used somebody else's careers.

Somebody else's words.

Somebody else's pictures.

Somebody else's videos.

But you used me.

To get money.

You cannot even put a picture of yourself, Andy. You used your son; how low can you get?

Begging money for your son.

He probably does not exist either, the son of somebody else.

Wow, this is a criminal offense right there.

Hide yourself.

Human wreck.

​Happy to have destroyed my present, my future, my dreams.

Trust a piece of shit, that is what I did.

Anything I said stands true.

How you do not exist, you do not even have a picture of yourself.

You do not exist. How can it fail?

​it was not all me. this complication is why it took so long to tell you the truth.

​I will not read you, you do not have a picture, you do not exist, all no, your entire life is a fake, your village is a fake.

​i may be wrong on many accounts but not on the ones you think.

you are not making sense yet. i will give you time to process.

i am in nigeria, not somalia. i am not a hacker or scammer.

i am a graphic designer, writer and photographer.

i am really not feeling well and i am grateful for your assistance as it helped start my treatment.

​(I am sure when he said that he was using the made-up sentences already written for scammers.)

​but i will not argue with you. i know you deserve an explanation, but i believe you know all you need to already.

you already knew that months ago.

​I sent him all the pictures of Andy and his son.

​THIS IS NOT YOU. DO PUT YOUR FUCKING PICTURE ON, ASSHOLE. PUT YOUR GOD DAMN PICTURE IN AND LET ME LIVE MY LIFE.

​HE DID NOT.

​because I was more worried about how you would take the truth, I kept hinting at it, trying to tell you the truth and holding back for your sake each time...

I do not own the account on tiktok. I manage it for the person I used to work for. I left the job and inleft with your information so that no one could text you pretending to be me.

I already told you who i am. black.

I am not Andy.

iam trying to fix what I broke because something feels broken inside me each time I lie to you.

​There is nothing to fix. 

This is about telling you the truth about...Showing you whom you fell in love with.

​I fell in love with a liar.

​it is about freeing myself from the fear of a love I could lose when the love is not true in the first place.

Would you have fallen for me otherwise? the answer is no.