Few days after we were posted, he pulled me aside and said he liked me and wanted to “take care of me.” I asked, “Sir, aren’t you married?”
He admitted he was, but said his family lived outside Nigeria and he only visited once every three months. I told him plainly: “Sir, I don’t do married men oo.”
He didn’t stop. Soon, he started sending me money daily, even on weekends calling it “lunch money.” Every time he asked me to come to his house, I gave an excuse he couldn’t argue with.
I also told my dad everything. His advice was simple, be careful, and never step foot in that man’s house.
Three days before my IT ended, I gave him my logbook to sign. He collected it and said, “Okay.” But on the last day, he looked me in the eye and said: “You’ll have to come to my house to pick it, or forget about it.”
An automatic extra year. That was the threat. I walked out and called my dad. He asked for the man’s number. I gave it to him.
Minutes later, my supervisor walked into the general office, placed my logbook on the table, and announced loudly... CONGRATULATIONS!" — Lady shares ordeal with her IT supervisor.
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