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.
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.
🟥 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.
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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.
