(This is a true life story of a Nigerian Girl and I felt like sharing with ya.. Is a must read for all RUNS GIRLS and Intending Ones..)
The
role of the social media in building relationships and businesses cannot be
overemphasised. But the negative aspects seem to be growing with mixed
reactions after the death of Cynthia Osokogu who was killed by friends she met
on social media. Since the case of Cynthia went viral, ladies who were before
now ashamed to share their experiences in the hands of bad guys have started
talking. Below is the near-death experience a young lady had with a man who was
her BBM friend: I am a girl who has fears, beliefs, reservations and 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 sex, 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 sex 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 naked 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 stripped us down and had sex 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
naked and some stark naked. 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 naked 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.
