Many are now aware of the disadvantages of the
social media especially in leading people to the
hands of hoodlums. This is a story from a
lady that simply wants us to learn. It is a near-
death experience a young lady had with a man who
was her BBM friend:
just your regular typical Nigerian girl. This past few
weeks has been one hell of a game for me. I have
really been unsettled and I thought I share this
story with you.
When Cynthia (the lady killed in the hotel room in
Festac, Lagos) surfaced on the internet and various
news media, I was scared and it brought back a
whole lot of memories to me and also served as
and eye opener. Many people castigated and
criticised Cynthia (may her gentle soul rest in
peace), but my point is, it could have been
anybody, anybody at all.
We have met people through various social media.
Some have ended up well, some have not but with
painful memories. To cut the long story short, let
me kindly share with you my encounter with social
media especially the very popular Blackberry
Messenger (BBM).
I am a graduate and currently serving in Kaduna. I
could have runced it, but I needed somewhere to
clear my head and forget about my ugly encounter.
Here is my story.
I happened to have a married man as a contact on
my BBM. He had been asking me out for over six
months and I refused to date him. As time went on,
he invited me clubbing with him when his wife was
outside the country, and I went with him all night.
We spent most of the night at Swe bar, Lagos.
I also met his clique of friends, married as well with
their various mistresses. We had ‘mad’ fun. After all
the clubbing and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel
somewhere in Obalende. I felt sort of safe with him.
We did not have s*x, but he made sweet love to me
and touched me in places I had never ever
imagined.
He kissed me passionately but guess what? He did
not have s*x with me. We did all sorts but there
was no penetration. So, to an extent, I trusted he
was a good person to be around with. I did not
know that it was all part of the plan.
He gave me N10,000 and put me in a cab to go
home the next morning. We kept talking and
chatting and sending unclad pictures to each other
and he told me naughty things of how he wanted to
whisper things in my ear, I blushed. We didn’t see
for two weeks and that was because his wife just
came back from Turkey.
One faithful evening, he pinged me that he was
organising a beach party/boat cruise and that he
would love for me to be his date and that he
wanted to open a BBM chat, as a medium for his
friends and my friends to interact. I was excited
about it, I just wanted to have fun. I was able to
get five of my very hot friends.
The BBM group opened and we got chatting. I also
realise that majority of them were married and
working in reputable firms. It was fun and we didn’t
mind if they were married, we just wanted to have
fun, as well as some other girls apart from my
friends in the group.
We chatted exclusively, sent pictures to the BBM
group to introduce ourselves, and we had opened
group conversations pending the beach party. And
as excited as we were, we went shopping for nice
sexy beach wears.
The D-day finally came, we all assembled at the
Lagos Island Boat Club. I was wowed because it
was a high class party. We were cruising in a boat
loaded with goodies drinks and hot babes, and as
well ‘MARRIED MEN’. I did not care, I just said in
my mind that I would not roll with married men
anymore after this, that for now, all I wanted to do
was to catch some fun. After all, I wasn’t paying
bills.
We got there, it was a private beach resort. Most of
the beach facilities I got to see there were owned
by multinational companies. We got out of the boat,
and went to where we were partying. It was a
duplex made with wood. It was a very nice setting.
I felt comfortable because it even had a fence
around it separating it from other beach houses
around. So, there was privacy and of course
bouncers (heavy looking guys) guarding the place. I
said to myself, this must be heaven, I must be
dreaming.
Anyways, we felt free with each other because we
had been chatting. It was 5:30pm and the party
just started. We had drinks flowing from the private
bar tender which happens to be owned by one of
the men in the group. Reality struck when I realised
that I was feeling dizzy and feeling really funny and
light headed. Not only me, but other girls around
me too noticed there was something strange about
it.
I was also feeling HORNY as hell! I had been
drugged. They monitored us and when they knew
the drug had really gone deep into our system, they
moved us up into the main beach house. I could
still see faces, but was too weak and horny to
react.
Mr B, the man who took me clubbing, carried me in
his hands like a sacrifice and put me down on the
floor just as other men also did with their girls. We
were eight in numbers; 8 girls, 8 guys, and they all
stri*ped us down and had s*x with us.
I enjoyed it a bit because I was horny. It was a
mixed feeling because I cried, I moaned, but I did
not know how many times he came into me. He
pounded me hard. I was dizzy, but he grabbed me
with force. All I could notice was the wedding ring
on his finger. I thought of how wicked and
miserable some married can be. How inhuman and
heartless they could be.
All of them took turns in switching partners and
slept with all of us. I passed out. That was the last
thing I could remember. I felt water poured on me. I
noticed all the other girls around me too were half
unclad and some stark unclad.
We spent the night at the beach, but the men were
no where to be found. I looked round me and all I
could see was packs of used condoms. I ran to pick
my cloths and possibly raise an alarm. I got
dressed, found my phone with an envelope. It
contained N16,000 and a note asking us to take
N2000 each for transport. Tears of anger and rage
filled my eyes and the girls around me as well.
“We were drugged and used like tissue paper. I
grabbed my phone and noticed a ping came in. I
checked my phone and I noticed the BBM group had
been deleted, and a message via BBM from MR B
came in. He threatened me that if I say a word to
anyone, I would regret it.
I told him he was a bastard, and he said try it. A
picture came in, several pictures. In fact, they were
pictures of us being unclad on the floor. Pictures of
the humiliating us but they blurred the faces of the
men. In total, I got 20 pictures. I was not myself for
a month.
I went back to school, I had no one to talk to. The
rest of the semester was hell for me. My CGPA
dropped drastically. It was the worst out of the
worst result I ever had.
Till today, my friends and I have not discussed this
with anyone, but all I could do when I heard of
Cynthia’s story was to narrate my own ordeal
anonymously and spread the news, the word, and
pray they (ladies who do runs) see it and changed
their ways.
I am now born again. I have given my life to Christ.
I fear men so much that I cannot even move close
to them. I still have nightmares, but with time, God
will strengthen me and I will move on. My advice to
single ladies out there is, do not be desperate for
fun. Pray to God to open your eyes of
understanding, and pray hard. He who kneels before
God will stand before kings and queens.
To all married women, pray hard to God to
intervene in your marriages and turn your husbands
from bad habits and bad friends. As for me, I do not
think I ever want to get married or date a man
again. That chapter has been closed for good in my
life.
Please, do not ignore my mail. Please post it. There
are a lot of things we ladies need to learn. Please
post it on your blog and save a soul. It could be
your friend, sister, cousin, neighbour.
God bless you as you pass it on. To all readers, I
do not care if you insult me or rain abuses at
me. My job is to share this encounter with you and
save you from any mishap. God bless you all.
Amen.
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