My favourite aunty collected my first brand deal behind my back

Two years ago, I was buzzing. I had just secured my first big ambassadorship with a Lagos skincare line. Six months contract. Good money. I was so proud of myself, coming from Mushin to Lekki, building something from my phone.

I told my favourite aunty about it. She was the one who always said, "Temitope, you will make it." She even helped me take the first photos for my portfolio. I thought she was my number one fan.

Weeks later, the brand called me. They said they had received a tip that I was unprofessional, that I didn't take my work seriously. They pulled the deal. I was shattered. I cried for days.

At a family wedding, I found out the truth. My aunty was the one who called them. She told them I was "not serious." I confronted her there, in front of everyone. She denied it at first, then she said, "I was just trying to protect you. That brand is too big for you."

I couldn't believe it. The same woman who cheered me on was the one who pulled the rug. That day I learned that not everyone who claps for you wants you to win. Some people just want to be the only one standing.

I still talk to her at family events. But I don't share my wins with her anymore. I keep my circle small and my plans closer. Trust is a currency and I don't spend it carelessly anymore.