The Day I Slept with a Sugar Daddy, I Made ₦500K — But Everything in My Shop Got Burnt That Night

I used to say “na enjoyment I want,” until life showed me there’s always a price.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. I met Chief through a friend, and from the start, he made his intentions clear. “Just one night, ₦500,000 — no stress,” he said.

I was tired of struggling with my small hair salon. Rent was due, and my generator had just packed up. I convinced myself it was just one night. I prayed for forgiveness in advance.

That evening, I went to his hotel room in Lekki. Everything was smooth. He gave me the money in crisp ₦1,000 notes and even paid for my Uber back home.

The next morning, my apprentice called me screaming: “Aunty, the shop is on fire!”

By the time I got there, everything was gone — my dryers, chairs, hair products, even my customer list. Neighbours said the fire started from “inside.”

I stood in shock as I remembered something Chief had said after the act:

“You’ll always remember this night, even if you try to forget it.”

I don’t know if it was spiritual or just coincidence, but nothing has been the same since.

Yes, I got ₦500K — but I lost my entire source of livelihood.

Since that day, I’ve stopped chasing fast money. I now understand: some blessings come wrapped in curses.