I saw this on a blog page and it seemed too traumatic to be true…
However, with the recent inhumane treatments being meted out on
innocent girls by some heartless men..one cannot doubt the
authenticity of this story…
Read below
My name is Chinwe, I am 26 years old, I never graduated from the
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 er*tic
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
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, 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 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"
