After Austa's boyfriend, Killaboi strangled her to death, her brother breaks his silence. Killaboi, the brother of prominent Nigerian ...

 After Austa's boyfriend, Killaboi strangled her to death, her brother breaks his silence.

Killaboi, the brother of prominent Nigerian influencer Austa, who was strangled to death by her Instagram big boy lover, has spoken out.

Many Nigerians were shocked by the young woman's death after learning that her boyfriend had accidentally stabbed her following an altercation.

After Austa passed away, her brother went to his Twitter page and started writing a memorial to her. He claims that the only thing he regrets about the situation is that he and his deceased sister did not grow close as siblings should.

One of the most terrible things he did in his adult life, according to his own words, was to let his relationship with his sister deteriorate. I'm unwell, but because I'm narcissistic, I've chosen not to pay attention to it. I don't know why, but I just can't keep up with other people's contact, even with my own family; the last time I spoke to my sister was on July 3rd.

"This was the final discussion she ever had with me, and I can't believe it. She became so frustrated with her repeated attempts to capture my attention that she made me open Tik Tok so she could send me movies, where we could both laugh. Every time I received a notification, I saw it but never responded.

"I have no idea what's wrong with me; I have no idea why I, as a human being, need solitude to the point that my relationship with family is merely superficial. Like she always did, she sent me a video in the morning of the day she vanished, and when I saw it, I was unable to respond.

The complete antithesis of the man I am, my sister was lovely and amazing from the time she was a young child. She was always shining with a smile, constantly showing compassion, and always by my side. She was the one thing in life I never worried about because I was always so confident she'd grow up to have this beautiful life in the spotlight. The difference was even visible in our childhood photos. When she was unable to pursue her dream of becoming an actress, she tried to become an Instagram influencer. I recall that we frequently visited Yaba.

and locate affordable items she might combine to produce SM stuff. She was such an excellent dresser, and it was remarkable how she transformed the pennies we had into these wonderful drawings. She had a fantastic clothing sense, however it eventually faded. I was absolutely confident that if anyone was going to fail in life, it would be me. I frequently thought about what might go wrong for her in life but could never think of anything. I often wonder if, in my pitiful existence, I could have texted her just once with a straight face and changed the course of history.

"I'm still here, still doomed; I have no idea what to do; I have no idea what I'm even saying or why. Even if I perceive them as mere binaries in a simulation, I continue to wonder why I share intimate facts about my life with thousands of people. My heart must be broken, nevertheless, because I needed to talk yet have no one. I had no one in my life with whom I could discuss my suffering. Even now, I find it difficult to let go of my narcissism. Since I focused on myself so much, this eulogy has evolved into one of regret and agony.

"I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could have talked to her more, treated her like a friend, taken her place, told her to flee, and been there for her. I haven't sobbed since I was 14 years old, and now I'm not even sure if I weep properly.

"I'm adrift. I'm damaged. I wish I could see her face one final time so I could tell her how stunning she is, like I have done countless times before. My only sister has passed away, one has died, one has abandoned me, and I don't know how to mourn because I only have four things to hang onto in life.