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🎖️CorporalThe Aunty Who Wanted My Throne
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3 months ago
Two years ago, my favorite aunty from Ibadan came to Lagos to "help" me manage my growing brand. I was buzzing then, clients everywhere, and I thought, God sent this woman. She moved into my spare room, we were bonding like sisters.Then things started going weird. Clients I pitched to suddenly knew my rates before I even opened my mouth. A rival creator started posting content that looked exactly like my strategy. But I kept quiet, because how can I accuse my own blood?One night, she left her phone in the kitchen. I wasn't even snooping, but her WhatsApp popped. She was chatting that rival creator, sending screenshots of my drafts, my client list, everything. And she was pitching herself as the brains behind my brand.My heart just sank. I confronted her, she denied, then I showed her the chat. She started crying, saying she was "helping" me expand. My mother had to come and settle the matter. She went back to Ibadan that weekend.It taught me something painful: blood doesn't always mean loyalty. Some people will smile in your face and sell your dreams for a small gain. Now I keep my circle small and my passwords tighter. Trust is earned, not inherited.
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