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Wednesday, 24 April 2013

GRAPHIC: ANOTHER OF SUCH 'ADVICE' STORIES!!

ONE LADY'S TALE
So I saw this story making the rounds in cyberville, I was so provoked that I just had to leave a comment on that thread. But I got some contrary opinions. Anyway days after I am still puzzled about the story so I decided to post it here, unedited. My opinion is just below the story, you may wish to leave yours...thanks





Kindly Read This Story: Expecially Ladies Read & Digest It. Ladies: Ladies Let Us Becareful. My name is chinwe, I am 26 years
old, I never graduated for d
university, simply coz I was
stupid and careless, on my 24th
birthday, I received a nice gift, it
was a blackberry phone, I always
wanted one, it was like a right of
passage, my ex-boyfriend got it for
me, he was a student like me, didn’t
have a job, and I really never cared
to ask as he could afford it, my
concern at that point was, yes I had
finally arrived, other girls in my
hostel had blackberries and I would
always get pissed when I heard sounds
of pings and messages coming into
their phones at all hours and I
would stare at my nokia phone and
wish I could throw it away, but half
bread they say is better than none, so
I hoped and even fasted to get a
blackberry phone, looking back now,
if I had the opportunity, I’d have a
landline with no internet activity
what so ever, anyway I got the
blackberry phone and even got free
BIS subscription, at that moment my
life was complete, no more going to
the cyber cafes to check my emails, my
face-book or twitter, I had it all at
my finger tips, life indeed was
complete, or so I thought.
Anyway, I became addicted to my
blackberry and also my social media
applications, and since I had constant
access, I quickly gained enough
followers, and especially guys, mostly
because I had a lot of erotic pictures
on my timeline, I was popular,
finally I felt I was the main girl,
everyone wanted to follow me, I
didn’t care if it was virtual, it felt
good, checking out my profile and
having well over 8,000 followers,
more than half of which were guys,
but one particular guy caught my
attention, till this day I don’t know
what made him stand out, but we got
chatty, he sent me direct messages
and I replied, he was quiet a
gentleman , and I can’t remember
him ever asking for a nude picture
unlike the rest of them, so this made
me comfortable with him, his name
was tobi, he said he was a doctor , I
didn’t have any cause to doubt him,
he had extensive knowledge and even
gave me some medical advice from
time to time, we eventually moved
from twitter to blackberry chat, we
chatted all the time, I got so
comfortable with him, I gave him my
number, and that would come to be
the biggest mistake I ever made.
Tobi called me every day, some days
he called more than once, at night he
would call and I would lay on my bed
and have phone sex with him, his
voice was so soothing, he made me do
things I never thought possible, he
had gained so much access into my
head, I realized later I had done
some very sick and twisted things
just to please him, I would take nude
pictures of myself, I would send him
videos of me touching myself in
private, and send him voice notes of
me making moaning sounds and
simulating orgasms, and all this
while we had not met, not face to face
at least, eventually I played into his
hands, I began pestering to meet him
in person, at this point I had lost my
mind, I assumed I was in-love with
him, and when my boyfriend at the
time broke up with me, I really
welcomed it, for me it meant no
more sneaking around.
Tobi eventually agreed to come to
lagos to meet me, all this while he
had made me to believe he was in
calabar, and would take time off
work to spend a weekend with me in
lagos, when I heard this I was excited,
he told me to book a reservation for
him, stating he would pay me back as
soon as he arrived and also he said
it would make him more committed
to the visit and would convince him
of my seriousness, I bought it all, he
was smart, he was cunning, and I was
stupid, oh how stupid I was. The funny
thing was I had sent him tons of
pictures, and all I had was just one
picture of him, and whenever I asked
he would claim he wanted to be sure I
loved him for him, and not for his
looks, and sheepishly
I would try to convince him of my
undying love, and would try to
appease him with nude pictures of my
body.
He eventually made it to lagos, I met
him at the hotel, he was tall,
handsome and had a wonderful
smile, he made love to me over and
over, and convinced me to spend the
night with him, I told him I couldn’t,
because I had a test the next morning,
now at this point I don’t know what
triggered his anger, don’t know if it
was because I couldn’t spend the night,
or maybe I said something else I can’t
remember saying, but whatever it
was, brought out a very ugly side of
him, he called me foul names, and
kept going on and on about how he
always knew I was cheap, and he knew
I was sleeping with other men, the
same man whom had swept me away,
slammed me on the floor, he told me
of how he had shown his friends all
my nude pictures and how they had
watched the videos and listened to
the voice notes, he told me he had
made a bet with his friends, that I
would actually pay for him to have
sex with me, just to prove how stupid
I was, well you can imagine how I felt,
I was confused and shocked, but I
attempted to regain any little
dignity I had left, and so I tried to
mouth off at him, suddenly he
punched me in the face, and I tripped
over, and hit my head on a stool.
The next thing I remember was
waking up on the bed, I was tied up,
and he was staring at me, his eyes
were dark and he had a sinister
smile on his lips, he stood up and
walked towards me ,I tried to scream
and realized my mouth was tapped,
my head was racing, the unfortunate
part was that no one knew where I
was, he turned me over, and told me
he was going to teach me a lesson, at
this point I was naked, he rapped me
from behind, and I mean my anus,
the pain was mind blowing, I
struggled, and he hit me, when he
was done he brought out a small
blade, and he looked at me for a
minute and said, this scare is going
to always serve as a reminder, for
girls like you always trying to be
more than you are, for stupid fools
like you, he put the blade to my
nipple and cut it off, and anytime I
think of it, I still feel the pain, it was
like nothing I had ever felt before, he
was calm, like he had done it a
million times, I could feel the warm
blood dripping down my mutilated
breast, tears of fear and pain
running down my face, and suddenly
he turned around again, this time
all I saw was a flash.
I don’t know how I survived it, but I
woke up in a hospital days after, well
I was awake, bt my eyes were swollen
shut, It took a couple of days for me
to open my one good eye, and realize
d damage he had done, he had
plucked out my eye, and cut my face,
he had cut my breasts up real bad,
they had to it out, like I had cancer
or something, there was no record of
who I was, coz he had taken
everything, he had taken my bag,
containing everything I had.
I was able to tell the nurses about
what I could remember, and also give
them my mum’s phone number, the
hospital felt so much pity, they
actually treated me for free, hard to
believe right?
Anyway I was taken home after weeks
at the hospital to recuperate, it was
tough, I was blind in one eye, I had
one breast and a hideous scar of my
face, talk about your sinage, he did
a number on me, how dumb was I,
sometimes I wish he had killed me,
but there are fates worse than death,
and I guess this is one of them, he was
gone without a trace, the receipt
from the hotel was in my name, so yes
he had played me from the start.
I didn’t dare go back to school, I was
sure everyone would have heard, and
I was not going to become a statistic,
so I decided to stay home, and mind
my business, besides what do I need an
education for, I’d rather stay home,
because there is no rising from this,
there is no happy ending to this
story, this is the simple ending, I was
a victim if a sexual predator, and I
let him into my life period, and I
take full responsibility for that, I
was driven by greed and lack of
morals, I allowed myself fall into an
abyss, but well saying all this doesn’t
change anything, it’s a memory I
will have to live with for the rest of
my life, well not a memory, because I
look at myself in the mirror
everyday, who would want to see a
nude picture of a woman with one
breast, one eye, and a stub.
I have decided to publish my story,
because
with the rise of social media
atrocities being committed, every
story can go a long way in saving a
life, so while you read, SHARE and
help someone back to the right path,
these internet predators are real. __ SL8.IT for Blackberry


Mena says: I take this story with a pinch of salt. I can see the creative juices are flowing to scare women. That said, this is a complete victim of a mental case, a sociopath, a narcissistic psycopath who deserves nothing less than the death penalty or the same level of violence meted out to him. Whether through BB or in a church, this sort of predators do NOT need a reason to destroy a life.

RME

14 comments:

Myne Whitman said...

Story story...

LadyNgo said...

I just read this on someone else's blog not an hour ago lol. I think the story itself is probably just a yarn to keep girls "in check" but the lesson is still valid. Be careful who you do dealings with.

Kiky said...

I dont think this is just a story. How about the girl killed last year in festac by men she met on facebook. She even met a worse fate than this lady.

Keeping shit real said...

" Ilook at myself in the mirror
everyday, who would want to see a
nude picture of a woman with one
breast, one eye, and a stub."

Nne with all that trauma you still have the intellectual ability to write your experience in such a professional way.

I think its a boy that wrote it, a boy who cant afford a BB for the lady he is lusting after.finito

Angelo said...

its possible, cynthia was killed by people she met through social networking site

Toinlicious said...

I agree with Lady Ngo. The bottom line is for ladies to be careful

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Fluffycutething said...

I also read and it and felt it was an exaggerated piece or completely false!

Priscy P said...

the lesson is there for all to see.

Da Injurer said...

@Kiky,

Cynthia was not murdered in Festac Town... She was lodged in Cosmilla Hotel, Lakeview Estate, Amuwo-Odofin GRA and not Festac Town as popularly stated by the media and blogosphere.

It is more a case of giving a dog a bad name in order to hang it.. If you ever have been to Festac Town and you know where Lakeview Estate is situated, then you would wonder(like i always do)why Festac had to be tagged as the location though i will concede that the drugs used on her were bought(according to the Police)from a pharmacy in Festac.

To the above story, i would say that the author is lacking in imaginative description as well as verbal sagacity as the story smells like hogs'wash from a million miles away. Like Myne rightly said, "story story" and we all answer "STORY"... The ajepakos know the rest.. LMAO!

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Anonymous said...

Hospital bill?No,you're free to go...in lagos?Definitely fiction but worse things have happened.I lived in that Festac area,1st avenue to be exact during my youth service days and all the escapades in Uni were a far cry to what i experienced in Festac...glad i've moved on from that life,was initially fun which became distasteful.Like they say in local parlance,you nor know say you poor until you see rich man.
-warriboi in London holidaying in North America