TRUE LIFE STORY by a lady who decided to share her own story anonymously after hearing Cynthia’s story: 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 ruined 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 hewas 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 highclass 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 any more 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.
Anyway, 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 stripped us down and had sex 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 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 aping 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.

Its very bad i mean very very bad to go clubing wit a married man.you said sum married men are heartless for being intimate wit young girls & forgot that you are heartless for going out wit a married man if you caught a girl wit your husband wil you be hapi wit the girl?if posible you pour her acid.i wil be glad u len ur lessons

OMG!!! where did all this happen, Lagos Island Boat Club or Yoruba Tennis Club... healthy crowd of old-age randy niggus with Jujufied pendulums.. you are very lucky..

Adikam: Its very bad i mean very very bad to go clubing wit a married man.you said sum married men are heartless for being intimate wit young girls & forgot that you are heartless for going out wit a married man if you caught a girl wit your husband wil you be hapi wit the girl?if posible you pour her acid.i wil be glad u len ur lessons

Stop spoiling show jooor!!

Tales by moonlight.

Richfella: Tales by moonlight.

You really think its tales by moonlight?

Well here is my own story i met this guy via bbm ,the good thing was we were both in the same field radio presenting,i was based in lagos ,and my boyfriend at that time was cheating i was so frustrated so from talking about work it moved to talking about life and relationships,the first time we met something didnt just feel right about him,the me of old would have taken precautionary methods like deleting because i believe in first impressions et al,but then i figured we are in the same field you never know where we could meet again .....someday i was praying and it sank in m y spirit to be wary of him did i listen ? if i did i wont have this story i guess ......anyways so he pleads for a midnite call and i obliged him ,he calls me that night and starts to ask me out somehw i blurted out yes and guess what ?
I started weeping uncontrollably till date i cant tell why....the next week they gave me my appointment letter in a place i had worked for over 2years and guess what i decided to resign (REMOTE CONTROL THINGS) i asked him he said go ahead .... so i did

One night we had another midnite call and you wont believe it the next day i was on my way to IB ,unbeknownst to my family members in short i didnt tell anybody i just said i wanted to quickly get to the island,i got there and he kneels down and says thank you soo much for coming and was almost in tears ....was i feeling loved and appreciated you bet i was

He says he wants to take a quick shower ....go ahead ....after the bath i asked to take a bath too he said he'll go first but i could bring my undies so he could help me wash ,hehehehehe was feeling really doted on .......

i take a bath we made out with a CD then i had to leave for lag,never met a guy who doted on me soo much always calling always checking on me i didnt know it was because of the diabolism he was involved in ....long story short i started going to IB frequently i wasnt working anymore but was making money from pp et al he said he wanted to buy a car emptied my savings thinking we were headed somewhere(i realise now that was stupid,but its ok to remind me ) ,next thing he says he went to this joint where they sell lovely snails and vegetables and asks that i come to IB after a pp i was doing which wont end till 7pm am like it will be late ,he cajoles and cajoles ,i got to berger my usual bus park and their were no buses ,i say i am going to pick up my car he makes this shrill haaaaaa sound am like why did you sound like that he keeps calling ,begging please try ,please try please i have been waiting for you at tollgate for hours i get there evetually at about 11pm ,he gave me the concotion i was famished ....would you like some he says no i tasted it and it tasted really strange somehow i ate some,it was almost saltless and pepperless but i was such a novice in spiritual warfare ,long story short we broke up less than a week after that alot has been edited but after the break up things started to really dry up ,i would go to places where i used to be celebrated and it was stinking to them .....things became relly tough(you dont want to imagine how tough) till i decided to go for prayers and dedicate my life To the LORD Jesus Christ twas during the prayers that i was reminded by the Holy-spirit ,about what i ate ,meanwhile i couldnt eat fish after the meal he gave me anytime i ate fish i would have griping stomach ache at midnite after much prayers at different intervals i was able to vomit the snail one day in a dream
And to the glory of GOd,The Lord Jesus Christ has restored ,i am pursuing ,i will overtake and recover all that was stolen from me and he will have to pay in 7 FOLDS all that he stole from me .

This is a seriously abridged version of what happened to me ,but i'd love everyone to note a few things
The issue of sexual diabolism is really rampant and its not just about married men,single men are involved as well and not old people ,this guy is less that 30years old .
Be careful,very careful when meeting people via Social media ,bbm,Facebook,twitter,badoo and the likes

And if you also sense you have been a victim of such an experience find a truly Bible believing and practicing( Too many fakes ) Church give your life to Christ go for deliverance and i pray God breaks all our yokes in JESUS Name.
Isaiah 49:24-26

Please make this frontpage so others can share their stories or learn from ours

Am happy that you were not killed, but to me I will call you a female mallam, you went to school for a purpose and decided to hang out with a married man shey ? Fun is okay but u went extreme.... Why your gp no go drop ? I believe you had a boyfriend at school and after flirting around you would go back to him and probably pass std... You are fortunate you were not used for ritually to me the married men were not wicked , you wanted there money they wanted there fun, you got the money they got there fun shekena! So why you they vex ni! Ur story is meaningless I only see this as an awareness to young gals out there way get long throat... U were tissue paper and the married men know how to really use tissue paper well

I guess na dis kain tories dem dey call paroles. If it seem too good to be true, it prolly is!

Na lie jor

So you mean these married men slept with 8 girls in one night

So if it was one round of sex per girl, Thats 8 rounds in a night? Are they poorn stars

Even though I know this story is fictional as fccck and if its true I think that serves you right

lesson learned

Stuff like this happen on a daily, it could be true and could also be made up. Life as it is today is bleeped up, just learn the lessons available for consumption and move on. Right now, I don't disbelieve or believe anything, I simply pick the lesson and apply it to me.

sowie

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