The TikTok Coach Who Stole Her Clients’ Destinies 

The life coach who stole her clients’ destinies. Fiona’s African stories in Abidjan.  As everywhere else, social media has changed our lives.  TikTok, Instagram, everywhere coaches promising to transform your life.  Business coach, wellness coach, fitness coach.  But the most popular ones are the love coaches.

  Hundreds of women follow their live stream every night.  They listened religiously to their advice.  They pay fortunes for teleconsultations.  All this in the hope of finally finding love.  The good one, the one that remains.  Coachou was the most well-known. 600,000 followers on TikTok, based in Paris.

  A dream life that she displayed without any hang-ups and incredible testimonials.  Women who found love in a few weeks, exes who came back begging, marriage proposals after three sessions.  But behind these success stories, there was a terrible secret. For one woman to find love, another had to lose it.  For one customer to shine, another had to fade away.

   Estelle was about to find out the hard way, and what she did to get back what was hers would change her forever . Estelle was 28 years old, communications manager in an SME in Cocodi.  A good salary, a decent apartment, a stable life.  Everything was fine , except for one point.  She had been single for 2 years.

  The breakup with her ex had been difficult.  He had left with someone else.  Younger, more docile according to him.  Estelle took a long time to recover from it.  Now she was doing better.  But love did not return .  Her best friend Sandra was going through the same thing.  28 years old, single, with mounting family pressure .

  When are you getting married? What are you waiting for?  You’re going to end up an old maid.  They supported each other, went out together to the maquis, laughed at their situation, told each other that the good would come one day.  One evening, at a two-tiered bar , Sandra was scrolling through TikTok. Look at this one, coachou, she has 600,000 subscribers.

  Estelle glanced over .  On the screen.  A beautiful woman in her forties spoke with confidence.  Women of worth attract men of worth.  But first you need to align your feminine energy, release blockages, manifest what you truly deserve. The comments scrolled by: “You changed my life coach. I met my husband thanks to you.

 Thank you so much.”  “Do you come across that stuff ?”  Estelle asked.  “I don’t know, but look at all these testimonials. It can’t all be fake. It’s marketing, Sandra. Her coaches make fortunes selling hot air.”  Sandra ha squared her shoulders, continued to scroll.  Three days later, everything changed.

  A new man moved into their building.  David, 32, an import/export entrepreneur, tall, elegant, charming smile, the kind of man all women notice.  Estelle was the first to cross paths with him in the elevator.   Have you just arrived?  Yes, I took the apartment on the 4th floor.  Welcome then.

  I am Estelle, 3rd floor.  David, pleased to meet you.  The current passed immediately.  They talked throughout the journey and changed their WhatsApp numbers.  Sandra met him the next day in the parking lot, same love at first sight .  But David remained polite, distant.  He didn’t ask for her number. That evening, Sandra called Estelle.

Have you seen the new neighbor?  It’s magnificent.  I know, we talked in the elevator yesterday.  A silence. Then Sandra asked in a strange tone.   Have you exchanged numbers?  Yes. For what ?  It’s free, that’s good.  But the tone was not convincing.  In the following weeks, Estelle and David grew closer.

  They often crossed paths, shared a coffee in the morning before going to work, and laughed together.  The attraction was obvious, and mutual.  Sandra watched from a distance.  She could clearly see the complicity between them and something inside her broke.  Estelle had everything.  The good job, the apartment.

  And now, David. She, Sandra, had nothing.  It was at this moment that she returned to coach Isatou’s TikTok.  Coach Isatou offered several options.  The bronze pack at 50,000 francs, three coaching sessions via Zoom, classic advice: developing your femininity, working on your mindset, making yourself available, the silver pack at 100,000 francs, 6 sessions plus, personalized follow-up via WhatsApp and the gold pack at 150,000 francs, the most expensive, the most mysterious too.  On

the presentation page, it said guaranteed result, exclusive method, deep energy alignment ritual.  Sandra hesitated. 150,000 francs, that was enormous. Almost two months’ salary, but she was desperate.  She made an appointment.  The first session took place on a Saturday morning.

  Sandra sat down in front of her computer, launched Zoom.  Coach Aatou appeared smiling and warm.  Welcome Sandra.  Tell me about it.  What are you really looking for?  I want to find love.  A serious man who respects me, who wants to build something with me. Why do you think you haven’t found it yet?  Sandra hesitated, then let go.

  I don’t know, maybe I’m not good enough.  No, that’s not it.  The problem isn’t you, it’s your energy.  She is stuck.  How did it get blocked ?  Someone in your circle is absorbing the loving energy that should be coming back to you.  Do you know someone who easily attracts men?  Sandra immediately thought of Estelle.  Yes.

   The men were always circling around her, even when she wasn’t doing anything.  Yes, my best friend.  That’s normal, she absorbs energy without knowing it. But we can reverse that.  How to reverse it?  Coach is all smiles.  A strange, almost predatory smile.  The body step includes a special ritual.  I am transferring this person’s loving energy to you.

  All the men who were interested in her will turn away and you will become magnetic.  Sandra felt unwell.  It’s not dangerous. No, it’s just a rebalancing.  She has too many.  Not enough for you.  We balance it and she won’t feel a thing.  She will simply feel that things are no longer working the way they used to.

But she will never know why. Sandra knew it was wrong, that she was her best friend.  But the image shows David and Estelle laughing. She wanted that, she deserved it too.  Okay, we’ll do that. Perfect.  I need a picture of her and her full first name. Sandra sent a photo of Estelle taken from Instagram and her first name.

Coach Aou studied the photo for a long time then shook his head.  She has a very strong romantic energy.  That’s perfect.  The transfer will be powerful.  What should I do? Nothing.  Let me work.  In 7 days, you will see the first changes.  The session ended. Sandra turned off her computer.

  She felt strange, guilty but also excited.  In a week, everything would change and she didn’t know how right she was .  The first signs appeared exactly 7 days later. Estelle was supposed to have coffee with David this Saturday.  They had planned this for a week.  They were supposed to pick her up at 10am.

9:55 a.m. WhatsApp message.  Sorry Estelle, something unexpected came up.  I have to cancel.  See you another time.  No emojis, no suggestion of new dates, just this.  Estelle was surprised. David wasn’t usually like that. But hey, unforeseen things happen.  No problem, see you soon.  Two days passed.

  David didn’t give any news.  Usually, he would write a little message every day , a joke, something.  There’s nothing there.  Estelle wrote to him.  How are you ? Reply 3 hours later. Yes, busy at the moment, cold, distant.  She didn’t understand what had changed.  The following Friday, she ran into him in the elevator.  He barely greeted her.

She looked at her phone the entire way .  “David, did I say something that upset you ?”  He looked up, surprised.  “No, why ? Have you become distant?”  “Ah, sorry.”  A lot of work.  The elevator opened. He left quickly without looking back. Estelle remained there, confused and hurt. What she didn’t know was that something had changed in David.

  When he looked at her now, he felt nothing anymore. The attraction had disappeared as if a switch had been turned off.  He didn’t understand it himself.  The week before, he was thinking about her constantly.  Now, she left him indifferent.  But another woman was beginning to occupy his mind, Sandra.

  The following Saturday, he ran into her in the parking lot.  She was wearing a yellow dress, was smiling, and for the first time, he really noticed her. Hi Sandra.  Hi David.  Where are you going like that?  At the market, buy things for the house.  I can come with you if you want.  I have to go too.  Sandra smiled.

  A triumphant smile.  With pleasure.  They spent two hours together talking and laughing.  David was charmed.  How could he have not noticed her before that night?  He offered her a drink.  She accepted.  3 days later, he invited her to Maki Yasa’s restaurant in Riviera, a romantic place.

  Sandra was in heaven.  Coach Aatou’s plan was working perfectly.  Estelle, for her part, understood nothing.  She saw David and Sandra getting closer and closer.  They would bump into each other by chance all the time, laughing together.  One evening, Sandra came to see her, excited like a little girl. Estelle, you’ll never guess.

  What ?  Are David and I dating?  And Stelle felt her heart tighten.  What ?  Yes, he invited me to a restaurant yesterday.  We had an incredible evening and this morning he wrote to me that he wanted to see me again .  That’s great for you, but her voice sounded off.  Sandra noticed it.

  How are you ?  Aren’t you happy for me?  Yes, yes, it’s just that I thought David and I, you two, but nothing happened between you. No, but we talked a lot.  Was there something there?  Sandra shrugged.  Apparently not.  Come on, be happy for me.  I’ve finally found someone good.  She left happy, radiant.  Estelle remained alone, stunned.

  But that was only the beginning.  The weeks that followed were a nightmare for Estelle. All the men who were circling around her disappeared.  As if by magic, Arnaud, a colleague who had been flirting with her for months, suddenly became cold.  He no longer came to see her at her office, no longer invited her to lunch.

  When she suggested they go for a drink after work, he refused: “Sorry, no time.” On Tinder, she wasn’t matching with anyone anymore.  Her former matches stopped responding to her messages. Some even unlocked it. A guy she’d been talking to for three weeks wrote to her: “Sorry, I just don’t feel it anymore. Best of luck,” without explanation, without reason.

 Even on the street, the way people looked at her changed. Before, men would notice her. A discreet smile, an appreciative glance. Now nothing. They’d pass her by without seeing her. It was like she’d become invisible. One evening, in despair, [ music] she talked to Sandra about it on the phone. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me. No man is interested in me anymore.

Maybe you’re giving off bad energy right now.” “Bad energy?” “Yes, despair, you can feel it. Men run away from it.” “I ‘m not desperate. Maybe subconsciously. You should see someone. A coach?” “A coach ?” “Yes, I hired a coach.” “She’s incredible. Look at the results. David and I are doing great.

” Okay. Estelle was tempted, then refused. No, I don’t believe in that stuff. Whatever you want, but don’t come complaining later. The tone was sharp, almost mean. Estelle hung up, troubled. Sandra was changing, becoming different, more self-assured, but also tougher. Two weeks later, Sandra and David made their relationship Instagram official.

  Couple photo, heart emoji, #agbless. Estelle stopped scrolling. She couldn’t stand seeing it anymore. She felt empty, alone, as if something inside her had switched off. One morning, looking at herself in the mirror, a terrifying thought occurred to her. What if she never found love again? What if it was over for her? She tried to banish the thought, but it kept coming back . Something was wrong.

It wasn’t normal, too brutal, too radical. She decided to understand. Estelle began by observing  Sandra discreetly. She noticed several strange things. Sandra often posted stories with the hashtag #coachIsatou, inspirational quotes, positive affirmations. I attract the love I deserve. I am a queen.

 The universe conspires for my happiness. Estelle went to the coach’s profile. 600 followers, live streams every night, testimonials from tyrambs in the comments, but while scrolling, she found something, a strange comment posted 3 weeks ago, quickly deleted but captured as a screenshot by someone. “My sister took your sessions.

” Now, I’m the one who can’t find anyone.  “Before, I had lots of suitors, now nothing.” Coincidence? She took a screenshot and continued searching. On an Ivorian women’s forum, she found a thread. “Beware of coaches !” She clicked, read the testimonials. “My cousin took his sessions.”  She found a guy in weeks, but I’ve been struggling ever since.

  Likewise, my best friend paid for a coach.  Now she’s in a relationship.  I lost my boyfriend for no reason.  There is a pattern.  “With every success story, there’s a woman close to her who falls apart.” Estelle felt her icy sense, a pattern that was always the same. She told one of the girls from the forum, , Awa, to Marcori.

 They arranged to meet at a discreet café in Tricheville. Awa was 30 years old and looked tired. She ordered a bissap juice and began to talk. “My best friend, Mariam, took the gold package, 150,000 francs. A week later, she met her future husband. At the same time, I broke up with my boyfriend for no reason.

 He just left . Were you going through the same thing before?” “Yes, both of us single, both struggling. And then Mariam saw Coachou and everything changed. For her, for the better for me, for the worse. Do you think there’s a connection?” “I’m sure of it. Coachou is doing something.

 She’s transferring, I don’t know.”  How can she not, but she takes the loving energy of one person and gives it to another. It’s impossible. Really, look at yourself, look at me. There are many of us, all with the same story. A friend sees Coachou. She finds love. We lose everything. Estelle went home . Shaken.

 She thought about Sandra, about David’s sudden change, about her own downfall. That same evening, she created a fake TikTok profile, pretended to be a desperate woman, sent Coachou a message. “Hello Coach, I need help. I’ve been single for 3 years. No man is interested in me anymore.

 I’m ready to do anything to change that.” Reply in less than an hour. “Hello my dear. I understand your suffering. I have the solution. Make an appointment on my Calendly. The gold package is made for you.” Estelle hesitated.  150,000 francs was a huge amount. But she had to know. She made an appointment and paid via Orange Money.

  The session was scheduled for three days from now. On the appointed day, Estelle sat down in front of her computer. She had prepared her phone to film discreetly. At 6:00 p.m. sharp, she launched Zoom. Coach appeared. “Welcome, Fatouata.” The pseudonym Estelle had given. “Thank you, Coach. Tell me why you’re here.

” Estelle played her part. The desperate woman. The one who can never find love, who feels invisible. Coach Aatou listened, nodded, then smiled. “I’m going to help you. But first, an important question. Is there a woman in your circle who easily attracts men?” Estelle pretended to think. “Yes, my cousin.” “Perfect.

 She absorbs the energy that should be coming back to you. But we’ll fix that. How, Coach   Aïa, everyone stood up, lit seven red candles, and arranged them in a circle around her. “Send me a picture of her and her first name.” Estelle sent a picture of an American actress she found on Google. Her name is Jennifer.

  Coach Isatou studied the picture, muttered something in a language Estelle didn’t understand. Wallof, perhaps. She took out a small burner, placed dried herbs in it, and lit them. A thick, acrid smoke filled the screen. Then she took the picture, reaching for it above the flames. “I burn her star of love.

” It goes out. “Yours lights up.” She recited a long incantation. Her eyes closed in a trance, Estelle filmed everything. Her heart pounded . Coach Aatou opened her eyes and smiled. It’s  Done. In 7 days, you’ll see the first changes. Men will start noticing you.

  Your cousin, she’ll become invisible and she’ll never know . Never. For her, it’ll just be a rough patch. Life, you know . The session ended. Estelle turned off her computer. She was trembling. She had the proof. Now she knew how it worked and she knew what she had to do. The next day, Estelle showed up at Sandra’s unannounced .

 Sandra opened the door in surprise. Estelle, what are you doing here? We need to talk. About what? About Coachou. Sandra’s face changed. What, Coach Isatou, you took the gold package, 1500 francs, and you gave her my name. Sandra paled. I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop it, Sandra, I know everything.

 The energy transfer, the ritual. You stole my ability to  To be loved. A long silence. Then Sandra lowered her eyes. How did you know? It doesn’t matter. Is it true or not? Sandra did n’t answer right away. Then she said in a weak voice. Yes. Estelle felt her legs tremble. Why? We’re friends, after all.

  You had everything. The job, the apartment. And David, he looked at you, not me, never me. So, you stole that? I didn’t steal anything. I just rebalanced. Coach Aatou said you had too much romantic energy. I didn’t have enough. She balanced it. Balanced? Sandra? I can’t attract anyone anymore.

 No man looks at me. That’s your balance. It’s not permanent. It’ll come back. How do you know? Sandra didn’t answer. Estelle stared at her. You don’t know. You don’t care.  Don’t even bother as long as you have David. That’s it. I finally have something. You can wait a little while. Estelle shook her head.

Incredulous, I don’t recognize you anymore because before I was the loser, the eternal single woman. Now I’m winning and that bothers you. What bothers me is that you betrayed me. Sandra crossed her arms. What are you going to do? Report me to whom? The police. They’ll laugh at you. Estelle turned on her heel.

 I’m going to get back what’s mine and you’re going to lose what you stole. She slammed the door. Estelle searched everywhere on forums, Facebook groups, Instagram DMs. She finally found a psychic in Adjamé, Papa Coffee, recommended by several victims of Coach Aatou. She went to see him the next day.

 His house smelled of enang and herbs. You came for the transfer,  he said before she could even speak. How do you know? You have the mark, your love energy has been stolen. You can reverse it. Yes, but it’s risky. If Coach Aatou finds out what you’re doing, she’ll strengthen the spell. What do I have to do? Papa Coffee gave her the instructions.

A bath of leaves, sep cor ch coris arranged in a circle, a photo of herself, and a specific incantation to recite. But you have to do it at the exact moment she’s in a trance while she’s performing a ritual for someone else. Otherwise, it won’t work . How do I know when she’s in a trance? You have to hack her schedule, find out when she has her sessions.

 Estelle went home, spent days searching, finally found a blog post that mentioned Coach’s calendar. She tested several URL combinations, finally stumbling upon the right one.  The calendar was visible. Next Thursday, 6 p.m., Coach had a session with a client. Estelle prepared everything: the leaf bath, the chorizos, her photo, the incantation written on a piece of paper. Thursday evening at 6 p.m.

sharp, she began, immersed herself in the bath, placed the chorizos around her, tinted her photo in front of her, and recited the incantation. She felt something, a warmth rising from her belly, flooding her entire body, then a flash, as if something were breaking. Her phone vibrated.

 A message from David. “Hey Estelle, it’s been a while. I was thinking, ‘Do you want to grab coffee tomorrow?'” She smiled. Two minutes later, a call. Sandra panicked. “Estelle, something weird is going on. David just dumped me by text. He says he doesn’t feel anything anymore.” And Estelle didn’t answer.

  Not right away . Then she said calmly: “That’s life, Sandra.   ” Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.” She hung up. In the following days, everything reversed. David came back to Estelle. Naturally, they resumed their morning coffee, their conversation the chemistry was back. On Tinder, Estelle started matching again.

Men replied to her messages, looked at her in the street. Sandra, on the other hand, looked at his arm. No man was interested in her anymore. Her profiles on dating apps remained empty, and David didn’t even reply to her messages. Coach Aatou’s TikTok account was suspended, a mass report.

 Dozens of victims had banded together and filed complaints. Coach Aatou disappeared from social media. Her website shut down, her WhatsApp number was no longer working. But on the forums, people were whispering that she was back under another pseudonym with the same spiel, the same promises. Estelle, she wasn’t thinking about it anymore.

 She had recovered  her life, and she knew now that she had to be wary of miracle solutions. Love can’t be stolen . It’s built with time, honesty, and patience. Those who look for shortcuts always end up paying the price. If you follow love coaches on social media, ask yourself questions.

 Where do their results come from? Why do some clients succeed and others don’t? What really happens during their sessions? Personal development can help. But when you’re promised guaranteed results, changes in a few days, secret rituals, be wary. No one can force love. No one can steal it. Those who claim otherwise are lying to you.

 And the price to pay is always higher than what you’re told. Build your life, don’t steal it from someone else. Thank you for following this story. If it made you think, subscribe.  And like. See you very soon for a new story. Ah.