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 inthe 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.
Dear tatafo chick, 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, 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.