Ex Girlfriend Crashed My Stream & Changed Everything

Two nights ago, I decided to do a late-night FPS gaming livestream on Twitch—something chilled, nothing serious.

You know that kind of vibe where you just want to farm clips for TikTok and maybe entertain the few loyal viewers who never miss my stream.

I turned on my RGB lights, fixed my stream overlay, adjusted my mic, and sat on my squeaky-but-trusty gaming chair.

My room looked like a legit eSports booth—neon blue light strips, dual monitors showing my chat on one side and the game lobby on the other.

I typed in my Discord server:

Me: “Going live in 2 mins. Let’s farm highlights tonight.”

Before I pressed “Start Streaming,” I whispered to myself like a movie protagonist:

Me: “Tonight, algorithm go hear am.”

The stream started. A few usernames popped in:

RaptorKing: “Yo streamerrrr, we outside!”

SoftAimBaby: “Drop location, king.”

NerdKitten: “No rage quit today oh.”

I smiled. Familiar chaos.

I jumped into a battle royale lobby, already hyped.

But immediately, something felt off.

My ping?

Moving like Lagos traffic on a rainy Friday—lagging for no reason.

Me: “Guys, what’s happening? Who’s downloading 8K movies in my house?”

The chat started laughing at my suffering.

I landed in-game and got stream-sniped almost instantly.

A random player literally popped out of nowhere and shouted “GLHF STREAMER” before deleting me.

I stared at my screen like a widower.

Me: “Omo.”

The chat finished me:

SoftAimBaby: “LMAOOOO EXPOSED.”

RaptorKing: “Clip that!! Viral moment incoming.”

NerdKitten: “Is this a gameplay stream or a funeral??”

I laughed to hide the pain, but deep down I felt that usual streamer frustration creeping in.

That “I left my bed for this nonsense?” feeling.

So I took a break, leaned back, grabbed my cup of cold garri + Milo (don’t judge me), and sighed.

That’s when it happened.

I got a notification—a whisper (DM) on Twitch.

“Hey… I think someone in your house is sabotaging your internet.”

My eyes widened.

Sabotage??

As in real-life, Nollywood-level sabotage??

I typed back:

Me: “Who are you?”

Stranger: “Check your router. Someone is connected who shouldn’t be.”

I froze.

I muted the stream and walked to the router like a character in a horror game.

There it was.

A device connected that didn’t belong to me.

Name: “iPhone—BabyGirl”

I don’t know any BabyGirl with love emoji.

Not even as a joke.

I rushed back to my PC, unmuted my mic.

Me (whispering dramatically): “Chat… something is wrong.”

Chat:

“Is it NEPA?”

“Ghost in your house?”

“Side chick exposed?”

“STORY TIME!!”

Before I could explain,

—knock knock knock—

My heart left my body.

I wasn’t expecting anyone.

I typed in chat:

Me: “Guys, if I don’t come back, clip this stream and submit to Africa Magic.”

As I opened the door, I saw her.

My ex.

The same ex who blocked me everywhere except Gmail.

She was standing there in an oversized hoodie, holding a plastic bag of suya.

Her: “I think I left my phone connected to your WiFi. It automatically logs in.”

I blinked like a malfunctioning NPC.

Me: “You still come here?”

Her: “I still like your suya vendor…”

She walked inside casually like we didn’t break up over her watching my stream and saying “your gameplay is mid.”

Chat was losing their minds:

NerdKitten: “EX PLOT TWIST????”

SoftAimBaby: “This stream better be archived.”

RaptorKing: “WE NEED A FACE CAM REACTION NOWWW.”

I muted fast.

She looked genuinely stressed.

Her: “I wasn’t sabotaging your stream. I swear.”

Me: “Then who’s BabyGirl?”

She paused.

Her eyes softened.

Her:

“That was… actually the name you saved my phone with.

I couldn’t bring myself to change it.”

Omo.

My chest.

The suya bag suddenly looked romantic.

Before I could process, she added:

Her: “I watch your streams sometimes…

I’m rooting for you.

Even though we didn’t work, I still want you to blow in this gaming thing.”

My screen lit up—a new donation alert.

From username:

BabyGirl

Message: “Sorry for the lag. Buy new MTN router.”

The donation amount?

₦50,000.

Chat exploded.

SoftAimBaby: “NAH THIS STREAM IS MOVIE.”

RaptorKing: “IS THIS A LOVE STORY OR PATCH NOTES??”

NerdKitten: “REUNION SEASON DROP???”

I turned to her, shocked.

Me: “You donated… 50k??”

Her (smiling shyly): “It’s your dream. I want to support it.”

I swear my room suddenly felt warm like a Studio Ghibli scene.

We talked.

Not as lovers,

but as humans who once knew each other deeply.

And for the first time in a long time, the conversation wasn’t stressful or messy.

It was calm.

Real.

She left after a while, softly saying:

Her: “Keep going. You’re closer than you think.”

When the door closed, I sat back down on my gaming chair and unmuted the stream.

Me: “Chat… I think my whole life just lagged and updated at the same time.”

They spammed emojis and chaos.

But deep down… something felt healed.

I ended the stream with a smile.

Not because of the donation,

not because of the viral moment,

but because sometimes—even in the world of game streaming, sweaty lobbies, and algorithm stress—

life gives you a plot twist

you never saw coming.

A wholesome one.

And for once…

I didn’t rage quit.

I just pressed “Save Highlight.”