Its Easter Holiday,yeah right. Not that it was in my mind all along but the fact that i got a few whatsapp images, videos and texts that reminded me its Easter!
So am scrolling up and down and a status update from one of my friends catches my eyes… its a long one and as i continue reading it i can tell how in touch it is with reality.  Well, do read it here:

I am a graduate and currently serving in
Kaduna. I could have runced 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 se’x, 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 se’x with me.
We did all sorts but there was no
penetration. So, to an extent, I trusted he
was 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 nak’ed 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 se’xy beach wears.
The D-day finally came, we all assembled at
the Lagos Island Boat Club. I was wowed
because it was a high class 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 anymore
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.
Anyways, 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 stri*ped us down and had se’x 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 nak’ed and some
stark nak’ed. 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 a ping 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 nak’ed 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. I am now born again. I
have given my life to Christ. I fear men so
much that I cannot even move close to
them. I still have nightmares, but with time,
God will strengthen me and I will move on.
My advice to single ladies out there is, do
not be desperate for fun. Pray to God to
open your eyes of understanding, and pray
hard. He who kneels before God will stand
before kings and queens. To all married
women, pray hard to God to intervene in
your marriages and turn your husbands from
bad habits and bad friends. As for me, I do
not think I ever want to get married or date
a man again. That chapter has been closed
for good in my life. Please, do not ignore my
mail. Please post it. There are a lot of things
we ladies need to learn. Please post it on
your blog and save a soul. It could be your
friend, sister, cousin, neighbour. God bless
you as you pass it on. To all readers, I do
not care if you insult me or rain abuses at
me. My job is to share this encounter with
you and save you from any mishap. God
bless you all. Amen.

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So am thinking, why dont you share this with a sister, a friend especially those in universities because this is almost a norm. You might save a sister from destruction or in the least let her know not everything comes easy, for free, there is a price to be pay.