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.
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
True Confession: How married man I met on BBM almost killed me with drugged drinks, sex
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