I am the girl whose brother traveled to Dubai and spent seven years sending money for her to build a house and invest for him back home. Instead, she gave everything to her boyfriend and put all the documents in his name. It’s been two months, and a lot has happened. It wasn’t entirely my fault, and I’m here to make everyone understand what actually happened. Please pardon me for this very long essay. I intend to be very detailed with my side of the story.

It all started seven years ago. This guy here impregnated me and asked that I abort. He finally fled when I refused. I tried looking for him everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. My brother, who was managing a small retail shop at that time, took care of everything. He made sure that I lacked nothing so I could deliver safely without complications. I later gave birth to a baby girl. My boyfriend still never showed up. My elder brother kept taking good care of me and my daughter for over two years.

One day, my brother opened up to me and told me he intended to travel out of the country. According to him, he had met a very good old friend of his online who had encouraged and advised that he come over to Dubai because there were some new good job opportunities that could better his life. Due to this, my brother took a loan and sold some of his properties, adding to his little savings. He handed over his shop to me so it could be my source of income to enable me to take care of myself and my child while he’d be away, hoping that he would find a good job and further support me and the child.

A few months later, my brother called to alert me that he had finally settled and gotten a job at last, though he complained of the working and living conditions over there being terribly harsh and life as a whole wasn’t that easy. After a few months, my brother confided in me about his plans and a building project he had thought about. He said I was the only one who could handle it since we’re orphans and I’m his only sister and the only family he could trust.

After about a year, he managed to save up a very huge sum, which he sent to me to look for and buy a vast piece of land and immediately start the building project. By this time, my boyfriend had suddenly shown up, cried to me, and begged for my forgiveness. It felt really genuine. I guess I missed him and was still very much in love with him, so I took him back. My brother wasn’t aware that we were back together. I opened up to my boyfriend and explained every detail of what my brother had earlier told me, hoping to get advice from him on how to go about the task since he is a man and would be in a better position to know more about such matters.

He assured me not to worry and that he would take care of everything. I actually believed in him since he is a man and was the best person to handle such a task. I then handed over the money my brother had sent to him, and he bought the land, employed people to start work, and asked me not to tell my brother that we were back together or that he was handling the building project. He said he wanted to use the opportunity to make things right with my brother by helping out with his building projects and investments. He sounded really convincing. Besides, I was actually seeing the work he was putting in and the results. So, I had no reason to doubt him since the evidence was there.

My brother started sending money every month. He said he had gotten other part-time odd jobs aside from his real job and that he would send every dime he could aside from the money needed to settle bills and some basic necessities. He further said that he hardly even ate twice a day because he was doing everything possible so we could finish up the projects as soon as possible. He was 40 at that time and, according to him, he wasn’t getting any younger. He intended to come home quickly afterward to settle down, get married, and make a family since he had no kids yet.

Five years later, my boyfriend had completed the building and suggested that we move into the house since it was vacant instead of spending money on rent every month. The idea was reasonable, so I accepted. I had already updated my brother that the building was complete. He asked for my opinion on which business he could invest in so he could fall back on when he comes back. I asked my boyfriend, and he suggested an electronics business, adding that it was a very good business line that brings quick and much profit and is not difficult to run. My brother continued working, saved up after a year, and sent another very huge sum for the business investment project to me, which I again handed over to my boyfriend after he convinced me that he was in a better position to handle it.

He went on and rented a very big shop, bought some goods, and took me to the place so I could see the evidence, which I did. So, I had no reason to doubt him. According to my boyfriend, more capital was needed to stock the shop so the business could generate better and more profits and run perfectly. By this time, my brother was making plans to come back. When I initiated the idea, it made sense to him, and he decided to change his mind. He continued sending money for the shop.

One day, while cleaning the house, I found the house documents. I was shocked to see my boyfriend’s name on the documents, including the shop, instead of my brother’s. When I confronted him, this guy convinced me that everything he was doing was for our good and that he intended to marry me in a few months. He said we should convince my brother to stay in Dubai for at least two more years so he could send more money and, from the savings from his business, we could use it to settle my brother when he comes back or build a small house and set up a smaller business for him to start life. I was so blind and wasn’t thinking straight. His words were so good and convincing that I ended up siding with him.

My brother suddenly came back without mentioning a word to me. He didn’t inform anyone that he was coming. It was a surprise and shock to us. He was so shocked and disappointed to discover that I had given birth to two more children with the same guy who abandoned me with a pregnancy and a baby before he left for Dubai. He seemed unhappy with me, even though he was really trying to act okay.

The problems began the next day when he started asking questions and asked that I hand over the documents of his house and take him to the shop so he could get acquainted. I rushed to my boyfriend, but he told me to refuse ever collecting money from my brother for any building project or whatever and that I should maintain my stand because he would back me up. I did exactly as he told me. My brother was so shocked and disappointed in me.

I felt bad doing this to my only brother, betraying him like that, but the truth is, I’m not entirely to blame here. By this time, I had already had three kids with this guy. I’m currently 33 years old and was scared of losing him. I feared I might end up never finding a husband. I knew if I refused to act as he told, he would leave me. He even threatened to do just that. I felt if he left me after everything, I would be the one to lose. Honestly, any lady in my shoes would have done the same. I had no choice.

My brother came back almost empty-handed, without enough cash, and he wasn’t keeping our chats or the pay slips after sending me money. There was obviously no one to stand up for him. So, it was easy for us to defeat him in the few places he took the case to. My fiancé further sent boys to threaten him, so he stopped pursuing the case. The last time I saw him, it was obvious he was going through depression. He was dressed in rags and looked so different. I felt so much pity for him and pleaded with my fiancé to help him. We offered to give him something little to at least start up a business, but instead, he got upset and walked out on us. That was the last time I saw my brother. It’s been almost two months now, and no one knows his whereabouts.

This man you see here is heartless. After everything he made me do, he started bringing in women to the house. Most times, he doesn’t even come home. He sleeps out for days, not caring if my kids and I feed. I’ve been going through domestic violence for weeks now. This guy had the audacity to send me out of my brother’s house when I complained about his immature and irresponsible behavior. Honestly, I am ashamed of myself. For the past two weeks, I’ve been staying at a friend’s place with my kids, who asked and advised that I come public, reveal the whole truth, and apologize.

Bro, I’m crying while typing this. Honestly, I’m sorry, brother Mike. I lack words because I’m too ashamed of myself for siding with a stranger. Before Mama died, she asked you to protect and take care of me, your only sister, and you’ve been doing just that. Bro, I’m still your little sister, your little Debi. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. I really do not know what came over me. I’m truly sorry for everything. Please, wherever you are, come out so we can fight this case. I still have every chat and the evidence of everything you sent. I can prove it anywhere. Please, if this should reach you, brother Mike, I’m begging you to come out and reclaim what is rightfully yours. I’m deeply sorry, brother.