READERS MAIL: How Men Drug And Abuse Ladies (A Must Read)

I apologise for the last reader’s mail. I promise I won’t post such again.

Hi, Ladun

I am Ify, a girl like you who also has fears, beliefs, reservations and just your regular typical Nigerian girl. This past few weeks has been one hell of a game for me. I have really been unsettled and I thought I share this story with you. When Cynthia (the lady killed in the hotel room in Festac) surfaced the internet and various new media, I was scared and it brought back a whole lot of memories to me and also served as an eye opener. Many people castigated and criticized Cynthia (may her gentle soul rest in peace). But my point is, it could be any body, anybody at all. We have met people through various social media, some have ended up well, and some have not with painful memories. To cut the long story short, let me kindly share with you my encounter with social media especially the very popular Blackberry Messenger BBM.  Click to continue reading…

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 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 when his wife was outside the country. I went with him all night. We spent most of the night at a popular club on the Island. I also met his click of friends, married as well. Majority of them married with their various mistresses and we had mad fun. After all the clubbing and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel somewhere at obalende, I felt kindda safe with him. We did not have sex. He touched me in places I had never ever imagined, he kissed me so passionately but guess what? He did not have sex 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. 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 naked pictures to each other and he told me nutty things how he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I blushed. We didn't see for two weeks and that is because of his wife just came back from Turkey. One faithful evening, he pinged me that he was organising a beach party/boat cruise and he would love for me to be his date. He also told me that he wanted to open a BBM chat, as a medium for his friends and my friends to interact. I was excited; 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 realised that majority of them were married and working in reputable firm. It was fun; 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 sexy beach wears.

The D-day finally arrived. We all assembled at the boat club. I was wowed; this 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. But for now all I wanted to do was catch some fun after all, I aint paying bills. It was a private beach resort. Most of the beach facilities I got to know where owned by multinational companies. We got out of the boat, and went to where we were partying. It was a duplex made outta wood very nice setting, I felt comfortable because it even had a fence around it, separating it from other beach house around, so there was privacy and of course bouncers (heavy looking guys) guarding the place. I said to myself, this must be heaven am I 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 one of the men in the group. Reality struck when I realised I was feeling dizzy and feeling really funny and light headed, not only me but other girls around me. There was something strange about it. I was also feeling HORNY as hell! I had been drugged. They monitored us and when they knew the drug had really gone dip in our system, they moved us up into the main beach house. I could still see face but was too weak and horny to react. Mr B, the man who took me clubbing carried me in his hands like a sacrifice. He put me down on the floor and other men also carried each girl to themselves. We were eight in number. 8 girls and 8 guys and they all stripped us down and had sex with us. I enjoyed it a bit cos I was horny. It was mixed feeling because I cried, I moaned, I do not know how many times he came into me, he pounded me hard, I was dizzy he grabbed me with force, all I could notice was the wedding ring on his hand. How wicked and miserable married me can be. How inhuman and heartless. All of them took turns in switching partners and slept with all of us. I passed out, that is the last thing I could remember. I felt water poured on me. I noticed all the other girls around me too were half naked and some totally naked. We spent the night at the beach; the men were nowhere to be found. I looked around me all I saw was packs of used condoms and I ran to pick my clothes and possibly raise an alarm. I got dressed, found my phone with and 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 fone, I noticed the 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 of us naked on the floor. Pictures of them 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, and the rest of the semester was hell for me. My CGPA dropped drastically. It was the worst out of the worst result I have ever had. Till today I and my friends have not discussed this with anyone. But all I could do when I heard Cynthias story was to narrate my own ordeal anonymously and spread the news, spread the words, and pray they see it and changed their ways. I am now born again. I have given my life to Christ. I fear men so much I cannot even move close to them. I still have night mares, but with time God will strengthen me and I will move on. My advice to single ladies out there, do not be desperate for fun, pray to God to open your eyes of understanding. Pray hard. He who kneels before God, will stand before kings and queens, to all married women, pray hard for 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 again. That chapter has been closed for good in my life.

Dear Ladun, please do not ignore my mail. Please post it. There are a lot of things we ladies need to learn including you. Please post it on your blog and save a soul. It could be your friend, sister, cousin, and 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.

Reader's Mail

Hello Ladun,

I must admit I started going through your blog not quite long (like two months ago) and I think I’m fascinated by the latest stories I get to read. I’m a blogger myself and for the sake of this write-up, I will like to remain anonymous.

My message is to those people out there who are waiting for God’s miracle in their lives especially in the area of “FRUITFULNESS’’. I know it’s not easy to be in the waiting room and nothing seems to happen but, I’m quite sure it’s worth it if you can apply a little patience. Click to continue reading...

Let me go straight to my point. I got married to my best friend (university lover and friend) of six years early last year and I must tell you that it was the best decision of my life. We agreed from the onset to wait for a year before starting to make kids even though I wanted two years break. We reached a compromise and understanding of one year eventually.

Well, before our one year anniversary, people, gossipers and all sort of bad belle people started wondering, asking themselves questions as to why I was not pregnant ( A lot of people couldn’t ask me because I’m not the type that gives room for such anyway). On my way home one day, my office driver that went to drop me asked if he could talk to me and I said he should feel free. He told me that he’s a prophet and what the spirit is telling him is that I should go on three days fasting and prayer and I should pray fervently against any spirit that wants to make me barren. He advised that I should not tell anybody except my husband (if there is any need for that though) and also that I should be naked for the three days of the programme and probably lock myself in a room.

When I got home, I told my husband and he advised that I should do it. Honestly speaking, I did it and after that, we agreed to stop *protection* we’ve been using during sex and start making babies. Yeah, in less than four months, I got pregnant. My husband was so happy and he gave the baby a name (yes he did give the 6weeks old pregnancy a name). Ladun, in less than two weeks, our joy was shattered. My pregnancy was ectopic and it ruptured. I almost died.

Now, I must say that it ruptured not because of my ignorance but because of the sheer stupidity and ignorance of the medical personnel’s we have in this country.  I went to complain a week before the rupture and I was given anagelsic. Before your readers will say I went to a cheap hospital. Let me tell them that I use one of the best/most expensive private hospital in the country and believe me, they are just thrash. Little wonder when Cecilia Ibru cried out that they should take him to LUTH instead of the private hospital she was admitted to back then.

To cut the long story short, due to the rupture of my fallopian tube (ectopic pregnancy), I was already bleeding inside and I was rushed to the emergency unit of the hospital unconscious. The doctors confirmed to my family/husband that I had little hour to live if the operation was not done immediately.

My husband paid almost a million (900k+) for the operation and other expenses. I felt so much for him. He was a young guy who is just trying to make me happy and comfortable. The major thanksgiving was that he didn’t have to borrow the money. He took it out of his reserves. I became normal after two months but, I lost a fallopian tube to it.

I was mad. I wanted to sue the hospital but for my husband who pleaded and asked that I should make the matter silent. I wanted to make noise and spoil their reputation (I could do that though because my father was really upset with them). The hospital begged me for their inadequacies and sacked few people. Placed the doctor who gave me analgesic on suspension and all sorts but, that couldn’t replace my lost tube though.

I felt bad and annoyed.

However, I remembered God. I was told I had 50% chance of giving birth and also 50% chance of being barren. Also, I was told that I stood a higher chance of having another ectopic. I was afraid. Not really for myself. I was never the baby making person but, I was afraid for my husband. He wanted children badly and he loves them to bits. I had even proposed adoption to him before marriage because I told him I couldn’t stand labour pain (silly me) he rejected, cautioned me and told me I will go for epidural when the time comes and probably deliver my baby in the state so I’m very convinced that he wanted his own baby badly.

I went to God in prayers. My fellow readers, I went to him in prayers/fasting. I cried, naked myself and told him his promises for me that “NONE SHALL BE BARREN NOR CAST THEIR YOUNG” I rebuked the doctors report, I cancelled the evil reports, I confessed the goodness of the Lord and I also asked that my tube be replaced by the same person who created me since he had the spare parts in his store house.

Believe me guys, contrary to what the doctors said that, contrary to human believe and reports, I saw my period after one month. You know, for such operations, where your body had to adjust from a state of pregnancy to a state of emptiness, the hormones will also have to adjust and most times, because your period has ceased during pregnancy, it might not come back immediately. In most cases, it depends on your body system. I saw my period a month after the operation and I took in (yes, I got pregnant) a month later.

As I’m writing to you now, I’m three months gone and I’m feeling so fine. Anytime I go to the hospitals, the nurses and doctors always peep to catch a glimpse at God’s miracle in me.

My message to you is this. Are you looking up to God for something special? Are you on his waiting list? Please be rest assured that he will do it. Just be steadfast. If he can do it for me (with a report of a single tube) He can/will do it for you.

I want to tell you, no matter what your past is like (he’s not interested in that) he will do it. I had a good past. Lived a straight life but, I faltered in some areas. Let me tell you. I made a covenant of chastity with God in quest of the success I wanted amidst stiff competitors. He answered me and I failed to keep the promise. I told God to make me barren if I fail to keep to the covenant and yes, I didn’t keep to it, I fornicated with my husband before marriage but, I told him the covenant even before our marriage. Believe me, after our marriage, my husband told me that as far as he’s concerned, the covenant was made by me and not him. He said as long as he remains my husband, he cancelled it and rejected it for me. I was scared, and for a long time the thought alone of barrenness haunted me. Until my husband held my hand and told me “You are free”. “You are my wife and you can never be barren”

That was when I knew it was fear that took over me. I asked for God’s genuine forgiveness and he forgave me.

Guys out there are you frustrated, you have tried looking for the fruit of the womb and it seems all hope is lost? Let me tell you something, the night is always darker when it’s close to dawn. If He can do it for me, He will do it for you. Just Pray, ask for forgiveness and seek his face.

Your miracle is on the way.

Best Regards,

Anonymous

Please keep my Identity as anonymous. I hope this blesses a soul.

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