Another Eye Opener for Ladies (1)

By Isuwa Ishaku
After the story on “Shortest Marriage On Earth” that has gone viral and created hot debate among The Scope readers, a lady posted to me her true life story on WhatsApp to serve as  an eye opener for young women not to fall victims of such circumstances. This is the story as she posted:

My name is Chinwe, I’m 26 years old. I never graduated from the University simply because I was stupid and careless. On my 24th birthday, I received a nice gift. It was a Black Berry phone. I always wanted one. It was like a right of passage, my ex – boy friend 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 Black Berry phones 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 hope and even fasted to get a Black Berry phone.

Looking back now, if I had the opportunity, I’d have a landline with no internet activity what so ever. Any way I got the Black Berry 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 Facebook or Twitter. I had it all at my finger tips. Life indeed was complete, or so I thought.

Anyway, I became addicted to my Black Berry and also my social media applications, and since I had constant access, I quickly gained enough followers 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 massages 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 medical 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. 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 smoothing. 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 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 face to face.

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 boy friend was thinking of breaking up with me because I had not been giving him attention, 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 Calaber, 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 my pictures, and all I had was just one picture of him. Whenever I asked, he would claim he wanted to be sure I loved him for him and not for his looks.

Sheepishly, I would try to convince him of my undying love, and would try to appease him with nude pictures of my body. Sometimes the pictures I sent were embarrassing to me, but I kept on sending them to prove to him how much I was madly in love with him.

Tobi 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, didn’t know if it was because I couldn’t spend the night, or maybe I said something else that I couldn’t remember.

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.