Hi, my name is Anita. I traveled to Dubai in late 2022, hoping to find greener pastures. I am an only child, my mom has passed away, and my dad doesn’t do much.
When I arrived in Dubai, I got a job at an eatery. However, the flashy lifestyle there was overwhelming, and I struggled to keep up. I started accepting tips from customers and found ways to withdraw in cash the tips sent to me through the company’s account.
Unfortunately, the company found out. I was arrested for fraud and manipulating company funds just two months into my stay. I hadn’t saved enough to bail myself out, so I remained in prison until February 2023.
In late February, one of our eatery customers, a Nigerian man, visited me in prison. He had returned from Nigeria in January and noticed my absence.
After asking my colleagues, he learned about my arrest and tracked me down. He offered to bail me out on the condition that I work for his agency. Desperate to avoid spending three years in prison, I signed the documents.
I was released and started working for his agency, which turned out to be a h00kup service for black women. My job involved sleeping with clients, earning 60% of the pay while the agency took 40%.
Despite the circumstances, I started living the life I had always dreamed of—fancy apartments, designer clothes, and sending money back home to my dad in Nigeria. I even asked him to purchase land for me and oversee the construction of a duplex in Port Harcourt. I also bought another plot for a plaza. My dad regularly sent me updates and photos of the progress, which kept me motivated.
Everything seemed to be going well until my boss secured a high-paying contract for me, offering 5,895 dirhams (about 2.5 million naira) per session. I became suspicious and asked who the client was, but my boss only said it was a wealthy crypto/forex trader in Dubai.
The day came, and I met the client—a typical Arab man. We had dinner, and he told me he specifically chose me from the agency’s catalog. I prepared myself for the night, but when he entered the room, he brought along a massive Cane Corso dog.
At first, I thought maybe he wanted the dog to watch. But then, to my h%rror, he asked me to perform $exu@l acts on the dog. I refused, stating that the agency only dealt with humans, but he called my boss immediately. My boss threatened me, saying that refusing would breach my contract and land me back in prison. Feeling trapped, I reluctantly complied. I felt d!sgusted and ashamed.
The man, however, was pleased and insisted I be the only one to continue servicing his dog. Initially, I was sickened, but when I thought about the money and my plans, I convinced myself to keep going. I sent more money home, hoping to speed up the completion of my house and plaza so I could eventually leave this life behind.
By August 2024, my contract with the agency ended, it was a year and six months contract. I refused to renew it, but the Arab man offered me a personal seven-year contract, where I’d exclusively service his dog.
The deal included living in his mansion and traveling with him and the dog. Though tempted by the money, I felt suffocated by the idea of being tied down for seven years. I managed to convince him to postpone the contract signing until January, explaining that I wanted to visit my family in Nigeria for the holidays. He agreed but insisted I continue seeing him until my trip.
When I arrived in Nigeria in September, I discovered that the land, duplex, and plaza were all fake. My dad never bought them rather he squandered all the money I sent him, marrying two women and moving them into a luxurious serviced apartment.
I almost had a heart attack. When I confronted him, he claimed he had no money left. I denounced him and walked away.
Now, I’ve been in Nigeria for five months, living in hotels and trying to maintain my lifestyle, but I’m running out of money fast. The Arab man has been calling, asking me to return and sign the seven-year contract, but I feel confused.
I don’t want to go back, but I also don’t see a future for myself here. I don’t have enough to start a business, and I lack the qualifications for a good job.
I’m lost, depressed, and desperate. What should I do? Should I go back and sign the contract, or is there another way out? Please, I need your advice.
