I am Ify, a
girl like you who 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. When Cynthia (the lady killed in the hotel 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. Many people castigated and criticized Cynthia (may 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. 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 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 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. I also met his click of friends, married as
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. We did not have sex.
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
morning,
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. One faithful evening, he pinged me that he
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. The
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.
The D-day finally 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, I just said in my 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.
It was a duplex made outta wood very nice setting, I felt comfortable
because it even had a fence around it, separating it from other beach
housearound, 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 just started.
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. They monitored us and when
they knew the drug had really gone dip in our system, they moved us up
into the mainbeach 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. We were eight 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. All of them took turns in 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 it. I told him he was a
bastard, and he said try it. A picture came in, 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. Till today I and my
friends have not discussed this with anyone. But all 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 on. My advice to single
ladies out there, do not be desperate for fun, 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 my life.
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