MOST TERRIFIC POST……
My name is Chinwe. I am 26 years old. I never graduated from d university, simply bcoz 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 quite a
gentleman, and I can’t remember him ever asking for nude pictures 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