After introducing his daughter and pushing the Visitors card, Chinedu quickly shifted into a new phase of emotional manipulation, this time, wrapped in promises of travel, studio setbacks, and his desire to finally meet me in person. It all sounded promising, but the undercurrent was always the same: another request, another excuse, another delay.
Try, Try Again
The FN card didn’t work out. I was told I’d receive a refund, which never came. About a week and a half later, he introduced his daughter. He said he’d already spoken to her about me and that she was eager to meet. I agreed. Within days of that introduction, he gradually began to bring up the idea of a Visitors card.
The first post I wrote about Flavour was titled, The World Will Be My Witness: My Experience With Flavour, where I posted receipts of how he acted towards me when I no longer wanted to be in his life as his woman.
There was the break-up letter, which he could not accept. I extended my friendship to him, but that was not good enough, and then came the threats. That's when communication was cut. Apps we both used were blocked, and for my protection I posted the documents that I filed against him.
This is the follow-up to Love Bombed, Then Billed. This is what happened after I walked away.
Did Chinedu tell me what he needed to tell me last night? yes
Was it about us getting back together? No
Was it about what his manager said to him? Yes
His manager is watching my page? Yes
His manager is the short stouty guy with the belly? Yes
His manager is sending people to my page? Yes
To my dm's? Yes
His manager told him that lie about me chasing after his friends (Chinedu's) and talking to one of them? Yes
The ones who have been sent to my dm's and I spoke with are all sent by Chinedu's manager? Yes
So, the ones who have spoken to me did they go back and lie about me to the manager? No
Are you (ancestors) taking care of the manager for lying? Yes
Confirmed by dowsing session
After our conversation on TikTok, July 27, 2025, I went and re-blocked his page. I have nothing else to say to him, and I'm tired of the looping in our conversations. To be back in the relationship with him means dealing with his stepping on my boundaries. His emotional and financial manipulation, and his gaslighting.
These are tactics of a narcissist. If you are going through this as a woman you don't have to stay. Scammers prey on low self esteem. This is why they start with the love bombing. It's to make you feel as if your in a safe space, when you're really not.
Flavour was never mines. He felt like it. He had other women that he was talking too, even when he said he wasn't. I did genuinely grow to love this man. Not for what he had, but for the person that I saw. I saw Chinedu the man, when he decided to peek out from behind the scamming, and the love bombing. There were moments when I did genuinely feel his heart through his words. But how do you tell a person you love them, you want to be with them one minute, and you have your hand out running game the next. That's kind of twisted.
These blog post seem to have turned into a series. I don't post for revenge or bitterness. That's not my nature. I post to make other women aware of the game when someone says they're the Nigerian artist Flavour. Just block them all regardless of what social media platform they come through.
For those who have already encountered the real Flavour, or one of his imposters, and got caught in the web of the scam.
May your heart heal.
May you learn to love again.
May you learn to trust again.
May we all receive some form of retribution from him.
But most of all, may you forgive him. Not forget. This forgiveness isn't for him.
It's for you.
Because that's the only way the heart truly heals.
The door is closed. The crown is tilted. And I’ve got nothing left for him but silence.
There are moments when love feels like destiny, until it reveals itself as a lesson.
This is not the story of a bitter woman. This is the story of a woman who loved deeply, who trusted boldly, and who stood firm when the one she loved turned against her.
What began as a cosmic connection ended with a threat.
This is my story.
This is my truth.
And the world will be my witness.
I am writing this not to shame, but to shed light. To protect others. To show what it looks like to love, to lose, and to choose yourself.
To show what it looks like when you finally say, “No more.”
Below is the breakup letter I sent to the man I once called my person, the one who fumbled me.
Shortly after I sent this letter, Chinedu Okoli, known publicly as Flavour, sent me a direct threat via WhatsApp.
He told me:
"cooperate or be ruined."
When I asked him why he would threaten me, he said,
"Maybe now you know I’m serious."
He was threatening to post the intimate photos I had once sent him privately. He responded to my cease and desist letter by sending three of those personal videos back to me, low blow. A taunt. A reminder of what he believed was his power.
This is revenge porn.
This is harassment.
This is a crime.
Below you’ll see the reported I filed, his TikTok username. For privacy, I’ve blacked out personal phone numbers and my full name.
This is not hearsay. This is documentation. This is truth.
I am documenting everything.
Every message.
Every threat.
Every step I am taking to protect myself.
This blog is part of that documentation. This blog is my witness. And now, you, dear reader, are my witness too.
I have reported him to:
• WhatsApp
• TikTok
• Nigerian Human Rights Commission
Cyber Civil Rights Initiative
There were ancestral layers tied to this connection. I stayed in communication for that work, not for emotional or romantic attachment. The harassment arrived after I had already detached emotionally. I was staying present for completion, not entertainment.
📣 Why I’m Sharing This
Too many women are silenced by men who think they can play with our bodies, our hearts, and our dignity.
Too many women are afraid to speak out because they believe no one will believe them.
I believe you.
If you have had an experience with Chinedu Okoli or a similar experience with another man — share your story in the comments. You don’t have to share your name. You can simply say, “Me too.”
I am not ashamed of loving.
I am not ashamed of trusting.
But I will never again tolerate threats.
💥 Stay Tuned
There is more to come. More details. More receipts. More healing.
The world will be my witness.
UPDATE - August 5,
Today I received a disturbing email from my bank with a password reset link — a request I did not make. Shortly after, I was sent a complaint reference number tied to that same account. The only reason a complaint would be triggered is if someone tried and failed to get in.
As I scrolled further down my inbox, I saw it.
An email from “flavourconnect managemen” with the subject: Hello.
Interesting. I thought you didn’t do email, Chinedu.
Yet here you are — sliding into my inbox after everything you’ve already done.
I didn’t open it. I don’t need to. I already know.
I filed a formal complaint with my bank. I told them that no one is authorized to access my account but me — and only from my own verified email. I made it clear that someone is posing as me or trying to manipulate access under false pretenses.
And Chinedu?
I know that was you.
Don’t think silence will keep you safe.
I see you.
The ancestors see you.
The world will too.
🟥 Part One: The FN Card – How It Started
I didn’t expect a backstage pass would cost me $200. I thought it was something real, something tied to his celebrity world, a way for us to finally meet in person. It was called the “FN Card.” It felt official. Exclusive. But it came out of nowhere. No warning, no buildup. Just... dropped into conversation like it was normal.
I didn't question it at first. Not because I was naive, because I trusted him.
I was doing emotional math in real time. “If I do this for him, maybe it means something. Maybe he’ll really come.” I kept telling myself I was helping, not being used. Everyone wants to meet the person face to face, when you're in a long distance relationship. My hope was to meet the man in person. The man I was learning and getting to know.
.
Needless to say, I never received the FN Card because the money was never received on their end, even though I sent it. That broke my heart. I didn't get what I paid for, to go see a man I wanted to meet. Not because of who he was, I didn't know he was a musician until he told me. Never heard of him before. I wanted to meet the man I was liking. I was really liking him as a person. I was told I would receive a refund, but I didn't get that either.
Not long after, he brought up his daughter's school fees and another card. This time it was the Visitor’s Card. A new excuse. A new emotional ask. He made me believe he was already in Detroit. I tried to activate the card so we could meet in person. But it was another trap, another manipulated moment dressed in urgency.
