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 s e’x, 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 s
e’x 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 na k’ed
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 s e’xy 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 Hot 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 Hot 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 stri*ped us down
and had s e’x with us.
I enjoyed it a bit because I was
Hot. 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 na k’ed
and some stark na k’ed.
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 na k’ed
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. Ame

av learnt sometin todae....tenk u for sharing dis encounter wit us...tenk God nothing mortal hapund to u

saw is story last year....all the same their some lessons u learn hard

this is an old story

A good lesson though, but ur story sounds like a compiled episode from a novel lol

Didn't read that all

Its funny that I dont feel sorry or pity for any if the girls in question.... They wanted mad fun and they got it.

The thrill of the unexpected was too tempting to ignore. Rolling with married men whose wives are somewhere praying their huaband s come back home in one piece.

Cunning man die ; cunning man bury am.

As for the naughty men, what they did to the girls is called " lu tin de pu si "...they really had no intention to kill them; they were just providing them girls with mad fun and playing out their own fantasy of an orgy. Note that she said they were moaning with pleasure..

I am not trying to justify the actions of the men, nor absolve them of the charge of rape ( that is what they actually did) and they should be charges to court if found...but when you willingly put yourself in a dangerous situation, what you see is what you get.

Crazy set of people...right now some girls will be wishing this happened to them.

Dis epistle is too long

I read this same story 2 years ago

very long

I don't know why i really don't feel pity or sorry for ladies that gets affected by this because there are somethings that you can eásily avoid.

So touching a story. May God help all our young girls to be wise in whatever they do. This is definitely a life lesson to anyone who read through it. May God help us all.





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women!!! una too like catching fun. when will u realise that nothing goes for nothing. Ur lucky u didn't end up being used as blood money.

The story Don tey buh

I learnt sumfn s..

Content ment is great gain

Mhizizzy:
The story Don tey buh

I learnt sumfn s..

Content ment is great gain

Am happy you learnt something, your friends shouldn't be left out, they really do need to learn too.

always a lessin to learn from stories like dis.....but why na

elantraceey:
I don't know why i really don't feel pity or sorry for ladies that gets affected by this because there are somethings that you can eásily avoid.

No woman deserves to be gang raped. No matter her sins.