Look at what we found: 'How A Married Man I Met On BBM Almost Killed Me With Sex and Drugged Drinks
NOTE: I came across this article on Facebook, found it interesting, and decided to post it here, unedited. Factual or fiction, I feel it has some lessons for people in this wicked world of ours. Please let me know your opinion in the comment box.
The
lessons learned from the mishap that happened to Cynthia Osokogu cannot
be overemphasized, as many are now aware of the disadvantages of the
social media especially in leading people to the hands of hoodlums. This
is yet another story from a lady that simply wants us to learn. It is a
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 had hard
and rough sex with me. 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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