I hear this is a true life story. It's very touching. Read and learn from it:
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...
My name is Chinwe, I am 26 years old, I never
graduated from the university, simply bcos 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. I hoped and even
fasted to get a blackberry phone, but 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.
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 nudè 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 sèx 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 nudè
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 orgàsms, 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 nudè 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 nudè 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 sèx 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 unclad, 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 scar 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 bosom 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 chest, 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, but 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 chest 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 sèxual predator, and I let him into my life period.
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 nudè picture of a woman with
one chest, 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.
May Almighty God Help us all. “Amen”
