A MUST READ FOR ALL LADIES I read a touching, pathetic experience on one a blog, so i thought i should share it with you guys, it's about the horrifying experience of 8 girls in the hand of 8 devilish men, its a must read for all ladies out there.
"Hi, I am Tonia (not real name), 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.
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.
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
"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.
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.
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 shoping 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
"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.
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.
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
"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.
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.
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 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.
all married women, pray hard to God to intervene in your marriages and
turn your husbands from bad habits to 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
including you. 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."