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BABY MAMA TRAP
PART 1
The loud music from Club Lavish pounded in Onyinye’s ears as she stepped inside, the bass vibrating through her whole body. The air smelled like expensive perfume, sweat, and alcohol. She adjusted the tight red dress that clung to her curves, feeling both nervous and excited. Her best friends, Amaka and Chioma, had dragged her out tonight, saying, "Onyi, you’re too young to be sitting at home every weekend! Come and have fun!"
So here she was—Onyinye Obi, 24 years old, a bank teller with big dreams, standing in the middle of Asaba’s most popular nightclub. She wasn’t the type to do things like this. She was careful. She was smart. But tonight… tonight, she just wanted to forget about her problems.
Then she saw him.
Tall. Dark. Handsome. Dressed in a black designer suit that screamed money. His gold Rolex glinted under the flashing club lights as he sipped his drink. He stood near the VIP section, surrounded by men who laughed too loud at everything he said—like he was some kind of king.
Their eyes met.
A slow, confident smile spread across his face.
Onyinye quickly looked away, her heart beating fast. She knew who he was—Chief Kolawole Adebayo, a rich businessman, married with three kids. She had seen his family photos in Hello Nigeria magazine. His wife was beautiful, always dressed in expensive lace, smiling beside him at parties.
But right now, in this club, with the music thumping and the alcohol flowing, none of that mattered.
He walked toward her.
And like a moth drawn to a flame, she let him.
Three Hours Later
The hotel room was dark, the only light coming from the city outside the window. Onyinye lay in the soft bed, her body still humming from what had just happened. Chief Kolawole—no, Kola—lay beside her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare arm.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice deep and smooth. "I’ve never met a woman like you."
She knew she should feel guilty. She knew he had a wife at home. But in that moment, with his warm body pressed against hers, she let herself believe his lies.
"This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing," he said, kissing her shoulder. "We can keep seeing each other. Just you and me."
Onyinye’s heart fluttered. Was he serious?
Then his phone rang.
The screen lit up—"WIFE" in bold letters.
Kolawole sighed, sitting up. He answered the call, his voice suddenly sweet, loving—completely different from the way he had just spoken to her.
"Yes, darling… No, I’m still at the meeting… I’ll be home soon."
He hung up and stood, pulling on his clothes without looking at her.
"I have to go,"* he said, tossing a few bills on the bedside table. *"For your taxi."
And just like that, he was gone.
Onyinye sat there, staring at the money, feeling ******. Used.
What did I just do?
Six Weeks Later
The bathroom was silent except for the sound of Onyinye’s shaky breaths. She stared at the little white stick in her hand, her stomach twisting in fear.
Two pink lines.
Pregnant.
Her mind raced. *How? They used protection… didn’t they?
She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering that night—the way Kolawole had whispered in her ear, the way he had made her feel special.
Now, she was carrying the baby of a man who didn’t even care about her.
A man who would *never* claim this child.
(To be continued…)

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BABY MAMA TRAP
PART 2
Onyinye stared at the pregnancy test in her trembling hands, the two pink lines burning into her vision like a brand. Her stomach twisted into tight knots, and for a moment, she thought she might throw up.
Pregnant.
The word echoed in her mind, sharp and terrifying.
She sat on the cold bathroom floor, her back pressed against the tiled wall, trying to steady her breathing. How could this happen? They had been careful—at least, she thought they had been. That night at the hotel was a blur of expensive cologne, whispered promises, and reckless decisions.
Now, she was carrying the baby of a man who had tossed money at her like she was a cheap one-night stand.
Three days later, Onyinye finally gathered the courage to call him. Her fingers shook as she dialed the number Kolawole had given her—"Just in case you ever want to see me again," he had said with that arrogant smirk.
The phone rang once. Twice.
Then, his deep voice answered. "Hello?"
For a second, Onyinye couldn’t speak. Her throat was too tight.
"Kola… it’s me. Onyinye."
A pause. Then, a slow, cautious, "Oh. Hey."
No warmth. No excitement. Just cold recognition.
She closed her eyes, gripping the phone tighter. "I need to talk to you. It’s important."
Another pause. Then, a sigh. "Alright. Meet me at the Royal Gardens Hotel. 8 PM. Don’t be late."
Before she could respond, the line went dead.
Onyinye arrived early, her stomach in knots. She sat at a secluded corner table, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The hotel restaurant was quiet, filled with soft piano music and the clinking of wine glasses.
Then, he walked in.
Kolawole looked even more handsome than she remembered—dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit, his beard neatly trimmed, his cologne subtle but intoxicating. He didn’t smile as he sat across from her.
"So,"* he said, leaning back in his chair. "What’s so important?"
Onyinye swallowed hard. Just say it.
"I’m pregnant."
Silence.
His expression didn’t change. No shock. No anger. Just… nothing.
Then, he laughed. A cold, mocking sound.
"Come on, Onyinye. Don’t play games. You know how this works."
Her heart pounded. "I’m not playing games. I took three tests. They’re all positive."
Kolawole’s smile faded. His eyes turned hard.
"Listen to me very carefully,"* he said, his voice low and dangerous. "That child is not mine. And even if it is, you will never prove it. Do you understand?"
Onyinye felt like she’d been slapped.
Before she could respond, he stood up, tossing a wad of cash on the table.
"Get rid of it," he said. "And don’t ever contact me again."
Then he walked away, leaving her sitting there, humiliated and shaking.
That night, Onyinye cried until she had no tears left. She felt ******. Used. Betrayed.
But then, something inside her shifted.
A slow, burning anger began to replace her sadness.
Kolawole thought he could just throw money at her and walk away? He thought she would just disappear like some shameful secret?
No.
She wiped her tears and picked up her phone.
There was one way to prove the truth.
One way to force him to take responsibility.
And she was going to use it.
Two weeks later, Onyinye sat in a private clinic, her hands resting on her still-flat stomach. The doctor had explained the process—a simple blood test that could confirm paternity as early as 8 weeks.
It was expensive. But she didn’t care.
She needed this proof.
When the results came back a week later, Onyinye didn’t even flinch as she read the words:
"Probability of Paternity: 99.99%."
Kolawole Adebayo was the father.
And now, she had the evidence to destroy him.
To be continued...

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I think social media has ruined healthy relationships.
Let me explain why.
Temptation is all over our phones these days and we have been programmed to “swipe left” because we believe there is always someone better.
The constant need to look elsewhere will leave people in a never-ending circle of unhappiness with their significant other.
I honestly think the opposite gender is way too accessible in the 21st century to each other within our mobile devices and men and women talk way too freely where boundaries are crossed blurring the lines of inappropriateness.
So unfortunately, the inappropriate conversations lead to affairs, and they cheat on the one they supposedly love.
People need to take a step back, put their phones down and focus on what’s in front of them, because some people don’t realize how lucky they truly are, to have what they currently have in a relationship.
We should stop giving people the attention who don't deserve it and start focusing on the ones that do.
Do me a favor and appreciate what you have before it becomes what you had.
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Relationships and Social Media.
Temptation is all over our phones these days and we have been programmed to “swipe left” because we believe there is always someone better.
The constant need to look elsewhere will leave people in a never ending circle of unhappiness with their significant other.
I honestly think the opposite gender is way to accessible in the 21st century to each other within our mobile devices and men and women talk way too freely where boundaries are crossed blurring the lines of inappropriateness.
So unfortunately, the inappropriate conversations lead to affairs, and they cheat on the one they supposedly love.
People need to take a step back, put their phones down and focus on what’s in front of them, because some people don’t realize how lucky they truly are, to have what they currently have in a relationship.
We should stop giving people the attention who don't deserve it and start focusing on the ones that do.
Do me a favor, and appreciate what you have before it becomes what you had.

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