My husband faked his own kidnapping to pay off his betting debt. I paid the ransom.

Three days of calls from a kidnapper with a deep voice asking for ₦4.5m. I sold my shop's stock and borrowed from my sisters. He came home thin and crying. Last week his phone lit up while charging: Oga the ₦4.5m don clear your account, no more stories. The kidnapper was his betting agent. The deep voice was his friend from church choir.