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, and 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.
also 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.
room in Festac) surfaced the internet and various new media, I was
scared and it brought back a whole lot of memories to me and also served
as an eye opener.
her gentle soul rest in peace). But my point is, it could be any body,
anybody at all. We have met people through various social media, some
have ended up well, and some have not with painful memories.
long story short, let me kindly share with you my encounter with social
media especially the very popular Blackberry Messenger BBM….Continue reading
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.
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 when his wife was outside
the country. I went with him all night. We spent most of the night at a
popular club on the Island.
well. Majority of them married with their various mistresses and we had
mad fun. After all the clubbing and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel
somewhere at obalende, I felt kindda safe with him.
He touched me in places I had never ever imagined, he kissed me so
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. 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
We kept talking and chatting and sending naked pictures to each other
and he told me nutty things how he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I
blushed. We didn’t see for two weeks and that is because of his wife
just came back from Turkey.
was organising a beach party/boat cruise and he would love for me to be
his date. He also told me that he wanted to open a BBM chat, as a medium
for his friends and my friends to interact. I was excited; I just
wanted to have fun. I was able to get five of my very hot friends.
BBM group opened and we got chatting. I also realised that majority of
them were married and working in reputable firm. It was fun; 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.
arrived. We all assembled at the boat club. I was wowed; this 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,
mind that I would not roll with married men anymore after this. But for
now all I wanted to do was catch some fun after all, I aint paying
bills. It was a private beach resort. Most of the beach facilities I got
to know where owned by multinational companies. We got out of the boat,
and went to where we were partying.
very nice setting, I felt comfortable because it even had a fence around
it, separating it from other beach house around, so there was privacy
and of course bouncers (heavy looking guys) guarding the place. I said
to myself, this must be heaven am I dreaming. Anyways, we felt free with
each other because we had been chatting, it was 5:30pm and the party
We had drinks flowing from the private bar tender
which happens to be one of the men in the group. Reality struck when I
realised I was feeling dizzy and feeling really funny and light headed,
not only me but other girls around me. There was something strange about
it. I was also feeling HORNY as hell! I had been drugged.
monitored us and when they knew the drug had really gone dip in our
system, they moved us up into the main beach house. I could still see
face but was too weak and horny to react. Mr B, the man who took me
clubbing carried me in his hands like a sacrifice. He put me down on the
floor and other men also carried each girl to themselves.
in number. 8 girls and 8 guys and they all stripped us down and had sex
with us. I enjoyed it a bit cos I was horny. It was mixed feeling
because I cried, I moaned, I do not know how many times he came into me,
he pounded me hard, I was dizzy he grabbed me with force, all I could
notice was the wedding ring on his hand. How wicked and miserable
married me can be. How inhuman and heartless.
switching partners and slept with all of us. I passed out, that is 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 totally naked. We
spent the night at the beach; the men were nowhere to be found. I
looked around me all I saw was packs of used condoms and I ran to pick
my clothes and possibly raise an alarm. I got dressed, found my phone
with and 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 fone,
I noticed the 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
several pictures of us naked on the floor. Pictures of them 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, and the rest of the semester was hell for me. My CGPA dropped
drastically. It was the worst out of the worst result I have ever had.
I could do when I heard Cynthias story was to narrate my own ordeal
anonymously and spread the news, spread the words, and pray they see it
and changed their ways. I am now born again. I have given my life to
Christ. I fear men so much I cannot even move close to them. I still
have night mares, but with time God will strengthen me and I will move
pray to God to open your eyes of understanding. Pray hard. He who kneels
before God, will stand before kings and queens, to all married women,
pray hard for 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 again. That chapter has been closed for good in