Some events happen and you wonder why you didn't listen to the voice of warning. The happening of the 27th of December 2013 taught me that.
The headies took place at the oriental hotel and everything went smoothly despite hitches like us not winning the two categories we were nominated in. We were grateful for success.
I decided to go home at 1:30am which was very risky... Home was yaba. I was warned to stay but as usual I dint wanna give room for annoyance or anger, besides it all looked full to me being cramped in a room with 4 other persons.
I left and hitched a ride to the mainland with a friend. I wanted to be taken to a place where I could grab a cabbie who'd take me home. We got to contain and it looked deserted...tho I saw some cabbies to the right. Out here, cab men fall asleep inside their taxied while waiting for customers so I approached one of them while my friend drove off into the night. Big mistake and lesson learnt is : when I drop someone off at a late hour, I'll wait till they're safely in the taxi before leaving. This happens in horror movies too.
I saw a guy from the corner of my eye step out of a shadow... His eyes fastened on me like I was his prey...dark scary, wild looking eyes. As he approached me he asked where I was going and came closer. I asked him to please let me be and I was looking for a taxi. As he came closer, I noticed he had no shoes on and looked really scruffy...this snapped the fear into me.
I took off...my dress holding me back. I used to run in secondary school and I hoped that would help me get away, air filling my lungs as I lept forward... All the contents of my bag jostling as I ran and screamed all at the same time, hoping someone would come to my rescue.
In all this I took a quick glance over my shoulder and he was after me in hot pursuit, teeth barred. He caught up to me in a heartbeat and I felt his hand close around my neck and a voice from somewhere near him growl at me, "gimme". He wrestled me for my black handbag with his hand still round my neck... I heard the handle snap and he lept back and started running into the darkness. I continued to scream... All i could hear was the echo of my voice in the still dark night. Wanting to chase after him which would be futile and waiting to remain in the beam if the street light which seemed safer... I screamed loud louder as tears poured down my face. An old man approached me with a bottle of beer in his hand and asked me what happened, I grabbed him by the shirt as my knees gave way... I gasped my story while holding unto him. He took me to the police station. While I sat amidst the darkness and voracious mosquitoes of the Iponri police station, the contents of my lost bag started ticking off an absent list in my mind. My iPad, my still brand new Q10 blackberry, my cute crystal flash drive, my drivers license, my expensive compact, my earphones, my charger, my bank book, my ATM and ID cards...my house keys... My eyes widened at all I'd lost and a new stream of tears flowed. The policeman just stared at me.
I'm grateful for my life , I realize what I've lost is a joke compared to what that dirty shoeless ragamuffin would have done to me...raped me...maybe killed me and used me for thie ember rituals a lot are up to these days.
The streets of Lagos are dangerous and unsafe for a man not to speak of a lady by herself. Writing this post has helped me relive the events of a day I will never forget but also learn from my mistake and vow never to stay out or move about late at night without security. I am still shaken but this has helped me look to. Brighter day. O where is safe after a certain time on the clock.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
i got this today...no matter its late!
I read a touching, pathetic experience on one a blog, so i thought i should share it with you guys, it's about the horrifying experience of 8 girls in the hand of 8 devilish men, its a must read for all ladies out there.
"Hi, I am Tonia (not real name), a girl who 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, Lagos) surfaced on the internet and various news media, I was scared and it brought back a whole lot of memories to me and also served as and eye opener. Many people castigated and criticised Cynthia (may her
gentle soul rest in peace), but my point is, it could have been anybody, anybody at all.
"We have met people through various social media. Some have ended up well, some have not but 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).
"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 sex, 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 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 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 naked 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 shoping for nice sexy 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 HORNY 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 horny 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 stripped us down and had sex with us.
"I enjoyed it a bit because I was horny. 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 naked and some stark naked.
"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 naked 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 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 to 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 including you. 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."
"Hi, I am Tonia (not real name), a girl who 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, Lagos) surfaced on the internet and various news media, I was scared and it brought back a whole lot of memories to me and also served as and eye opener. Many people castigated and criticised Cynthia (may her
gentle soul rest in peace), but my point is, it could have been anybody, anybody at all.
"We have met people through various social media. Some have ended up well, some have not but 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).
"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 sex, 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 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 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 naked 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 shoping for nice sexy 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 HORNY 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 horny 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 stripped us down and had sex with us.
"I enjoyed it a bit because I was horny. 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 naked and some stark naked.
"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 naked 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 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 to 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 including you. 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."
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Meet Bola...
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My room mates are like the best ever. Not forgetting susan of course who is just very cool and all. These set of girls just rock my world cos they are funny, beautiful and most importantly, intelligent. Therez Zainab (@kurvz_ / Hips), Sonia (@sweettylett / Arm of life), Ada (@adageraldine / Voracious ada bum bum) and Bola (Yellow).
We almost always go everywhere together and trust me, heads turn. We have some special moments like when we go dancing, swimming, catfish pepper soup grooving, and dinners...just us girls. Not forgetting the famous Vodka night we hosted and enjoyed with lovely set of friends.
We've all told our own share of lies and apart from Ada, we all have crushes. Oh and i forgot to mention she loves being in Eve mode...crack that! Ada likes to blab and she has a degree in comedy as she never seizes to make everyone laugh non stop. She's getting married on the 13th of October, 2012.
meanwhile, let me seize this moment to reminisce... We went for Industry nite on Matthew Ohio's invitation (he's a darling) and we ended up having a blast. We had a plus one on that night and ended up at aura where i met some dude called Zukky who traumatized me (shivers).
Zainab got up on the sofa and shook her bum ,causing a riot in the club and causing couples to desert their dates and come drooling over her ass. Our plus one, ran off to dance and came back with 4 bottles of champaign...lol. We were definitely the centre of attention that night.
Bola's birthday held at Red lounge in Ikeja and we had a bunch of friends over including Faisal, Mahmood, Abdul and the rest of the diplomats. We met these wonderful guys in our school where they came to do some courses from the Federal Government. They dance like white boys, lol. Zainab had her work cut out for her as she invited a special friend and i gawked by inviting someone who had a crush on her to the same party. She was forced to shuffle between them...*giggle*
Anyways, we had a blast! Zainab's birthday was also at red lounge and it was sooo much fun too...not forgetting that Zainab was so high that she threw up.
As i go along, more fun things will come up but meanwhile, you'll be meeting my roomies in my next post. mwahzzzz!!!
We almost always go everywhere together and trust me, heads turn. We have some special moments like when we go dancing, swimming, catfish pepper soup grooving, and dinners...just us girls. Not forgetting the famous Vodka night we hosted and enjoyed with lovely set of friends.
We've all told our own share of lies and apart from Ada, we all have crushes. Oh and i forgot to mention she loves being in Eve mode...crack that! Ada likes to blab and she has a degree in comedy as she never seizes to make everyone laugh non stop. She's getting married on the 13th of October, 2012.
meanwhile, let me seize this moment to reminisce... We went for Industry nite on Matthew Ohio's invitation (he's a darling) and we ended up having a blast. We had a plus one on that night and ended up at aura where i met some dude called Zukky who traumatized me (shivers).
Zainab got up on the sofa and shook her bum ,causing a riot in the club and causing couples to desert their dates and come drooling over her ass. Our plus one, ran off to dance and came back with 4 bottles of champaign...lol. We were definitely the centre of attention that night.
Bola's birthday held at Red lounge in Ikeja and we had a bunch of friends over including Faisal, Mahmood, Abdul and the rest of the diplomats. We met these wonderful guys in our school where they came to do some courses from the Federal Government. They dance like white boys, lol. Zainab had her work cut out for her as she invited a special friend and i gawked by inviting someone who had a crush on her to the same party. She was forced to shuffle between them...*giggle*
Anyways, we had a blast! Zainab's birthday was also at red lounge and it was sooo much fun too...not forgetting that Zainab was so high that she threw up.
As i go along, more fun things will come up but meanwhile, you'll be meeting my roomies in my next post. mwahzzzz!!!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
The Money Washers...
One of them days, i took a bus from ijanikin to mile2. i was rushing to the island quite excited to be going alone... So waiting for the cms bus to load, i wandered off a lil distance cos i dint wanna climb all the way to the back of the bus...dere was a very fat woman at the end and someone had paid for a seat for a basket of tomatoes...*how inconvenient*...'no blady ventilation!'
As i wandered, a gala hawker tapped me signalling to me that i was being called...so i turned in the direction he pointed, i saw a man... poorly dressed and looking quite haggard, his breath smelled of stale ale and he wore some funny shoes...grey and pointed. He told me his name was kingsley and that he was in trouble that i should help him...he said he'd been at sea for a long while... he apparently had been chatting wiv a lady here in naija over d internet and they'd fallen in love.she wanted him to ship her stuff for sale. She was gonna get a shop and she was gonna showcase the stuff and whenever he decided he wanted to settle down, she'd marry him...hmmm.
It all seemed true...his vessel passed thru our shores and the captain said the crew could see the town as they would be docked for 3 days... Problem now is...the cargo he shipped for her was smuggled on board. so his captain cant know its there. he has to clear it in the night... he said that he was however able to sneak somethings off the vessel tho and that he had laptops, hand driers, cell phones etc...he'd show me. He was trying to convince me to go with him to see the things...he said he heard naija peeps could rob him so i should pls keep it to myself. He seemed really upset that he couldnt reach his wife to be...said he came into naija nd couldnt reach her...he even showed me her pic... not so pretty but the kind 2 ask 4 stuff over d net...rme. a guy walked up 2 us and asked if i was ok and if d kingsley guy was bothering me. I said no and he went further to ask kingsley what he wanted that he'd been watching and he seemed lost.so kingsley downloaded the gist. This guy took the matter P...as in he was convinced beyond reasonable doubt! he turned to me and said we should follow kingsley...i said ok. The new dude was yoruba...he made me feel secure by telling the man we'd call police if things dint tally. so we left mile 2.
We went to some place called 'ogege ogege', apparently in ajegunle... oh my, twas a hood like venue. i hugged my bag and pleaded d BOJ... BOJ- Blood Of Jesus! we got to a locked shop and he made us sit. he said he had a confession and went on to say that the truth is he ran... he ran off the boat. yes he came with cargo for his gf but yes he was tired of sailing and being a ship hand. he wanted to settle in naija. He also stole from his captain and said naija was gonna be sold to the whites and that his captain was an accomplice to our president... he said he saw all sorts of things in the captains private cargo...the yoruba dude was almost falling outta his seat...he stole some crates. He excused himself for some mins and when he returned he had a black nylon with him, 5brown envelopes, a wrap of blue omo and some powdery substance. he said the envelopes where in some crates and the powder in some others. he said his captain was a bad man, while i asked myself if i was ready to be 'THE YOUNG GIRL THAT SAVED NAIJA", kingsley went ahead to put water in the nylon...
He added the detergeant and mixed wiv his hands...he added the powder and then threw the envelopes into the solution. he mixed d contents and this guy put his hand in and pulled out 5 20 naira notes...clean! i thought my eyes were seeing things...i touched the money...it was real!!!..5 new notes!!! the other guy shouted YE!!! i held up the notes and they had the engraved emblemn...couldnt have been fake! cold hit me...
The guy started trying to shush the yoruba guy who had started dancing around and singing.'therez more', kingsley said. Thousands of the same crates on the vessel. so i asked about the other stuff he mentioned...he said the room where he hid them was locked. He said he was staying with a good Samaritan and he'd given them a lot of things to earn their trust...they went out with the key 2 the room. Kingsley went ahead to tell me he needed assurance that we wouldnt blab outside so he asked for something in return for the chemical... the yoruba man brought up the issue of swearing...he said we should each bring out money from our bag or pockets and swear never to betray... This was where i knew i'd had enough. The Yoruba man was already chanting something when i realised i just had to pee...so pressed so i took a short walk to find some privacy...as soon as i was a few feet from them, a question shot thru my mind 'what are u doing here?'
'who are these people?'...i looked back and they both had their eyes on me..creepy. i started walking fast..dint know when i started running. I ran and didnt look back...dint know where i was or where i was running 2...strange houses...shops. 'this is a ghetto, how did i get here?' my lungs throbbed painfully for lack of air and i thought i couldnt put anoda foot in front of the other. A bike zoomed past and i screamed.
That bike took me back to mile2. guess wot? a year later, i stood at that same spot, not waiting for the bus this time...waiting 2 be picked, i heard a voice calling me sister and saying please can u help me...i looked up and saw the yoruba guy...i laughed and looked around yours truely, not too far away was kingsley...loitering but trickily watching us...i stopped him mid sentence nd said 'so u dont rmember me'. He looked confused as i stared him straight and hard in the eyes. from the corner of my eye, i saw my friend drive up...i felt safe.
He saw he was loosing nd quickly tried to save the situation but i was having none of it...'i am not going to ogege ogege with you', i said. He was taken aback...he started to look at me strangely as he took some steps back. before i could blink, he turned and ran and his friend 2. Stepping into the coolness of the car, i knew i had overcome...i noticed i was burning up. these peeps are everywhere...bustops, alleyways..
As i wandered, a gala hawker tapped me signalling to me that i was being called...so i turned in the direction he pointed, i saw a man... poorly dressed and looking quite haggard, his breath smelled of stale ale and he wore some funny shoes...grey and pointed. He told me his name was kingsley and that he was in trouble that i should help him...he said he'd been at sea for a long while... he apparently had been chatting wiv a lady here in naija over d internet and they'd fallen in love.she wanted him to ship her stuff for sale. She was gonna get a shop and she was gonna showcase the stuff and whenever he decided he wanted to settle down, she'd marry him...hmmm.
It all seemed true...his vessel passed thru our shores and the captain said the crew could see the town as they would be docked for 3 days... Problem now is...the cargo he shipped for her was smuggled on board. so his captain cant know its there. he has to clear it in the night... he said that he was however able to sneak somethings off the vessel tho and that he had laptops, hand driers, cell phones etc...he'd show me. He was trying to convince me to go with him to see the things...he said he heard naija peeps could rob him so i should pls keep it to myself. He seemed really upset that he couldnt reach his wife to be...said he came into naija nd couldnt reach her...he even showed me her pic... not so pretty but the kind 2 ask 4 stuff over d net...rme. a guy walked up 2 us and asked if i was ok and if d kingsley guy was bothering me. I said no and he went further to ask kingsley what he wanted that he'd been watching and he seemed lost.so kingsley downloaded the gist. This guy took the matter P...as in he was convinced beyond reasonable doubt! he turned to me and said we should follow kingsley...i said ok. The new dude was yoruba...he made me feel secure by telling the man we'd call police if things dint tally. so we left mile 2.
We went to some place called 'ogege ogege', apparently in ajegunle... oh my, twas a hood like venue. i hugged my bag and pleaded d BOJ... BOJ- Blood Of Jesus! we got to a locked shop and he made us sit. he said he had a confession and went on to say that the truth is he ran... he ran off the boat. yes he came with cargo for his gf but yes he was tired of sailing and being a ship hand. he wanted to settle in naija. He also stole from his captain and said naija was gonna be sold to the whites and that his captain was an accomplice to our president... he said he saw all sorts of things in the captains private cargo...the yoruba dude was almost falling outta his seat...he stole some crates. He excused himself for some mins and when he returned he had a black nylon with him, 5brown envelopes, a wrap of blue omo and some powdery substance. he said the envelopes where in some crates and the powder in some others. he said his captain was a bad man, while i asked myself if i was ready to be 'THE YOUNG GIRL THAT SAVED NAIJA", kingsley went ahead to put water in the nylon...
He added the detergeant and mixed wiv his hands...he added the powder and then threw the envelopes into the solution. he mixed d contents and this guy put his hand in and pulled out 5 20 naira notes...clean! i thought my eyes were seeing things...i touched the money...it was real!!!..5 new notes!!! the other guy shouted YE!!! i held up the notes and they had the engraved emblemn...couldnt have been fake! cold hit me...
The guy started trying to shush the yoruba guy who had started dancing around and singing.'therez more', kingsley said. Thousands of the same crates on the vessel. so i asked about the other stuff he mentioned...he said the room where he hid them was locked. He said he was staying with a good Samaritan and he'd given them a lot of things to earn their trust...they went out with the key 2 the room. Kingsley went ahead to tell me he needed assurance that we wouldnt blab outside so he asked for something in return for the chemical... the yoruba man brought up the issue of swearing...he said we should each bring out money from our bag or pockets and swear never to betray... This was where i knew i'd had enough. The Yoruba man was already chanting something when i realised i just had to pee...so pressed so i took a short walk to find some privacy...as soon as i was a few feet from them, a question shot thru my mind 'what are u doing here?'
'who are these people?'...i looked back and they both had their eyes on me..creepy. i started walking fast..dint know when i started running. I ran and didnt look back...dint know where i was or where i was running 2...strange houses...shops. 'this is a ghetto, how did i get here?' my lungs throbbed painfully for lack of air and i thought i couldnt put anoda foot in front of the other. A bike zoomed past and i screamed.
That bike took me back to mile2. guess wot? a year later, i stood at that same spot, not waiting for the bus this time...waiting 2 be picked, i heard a voice calling me sister and saying please can u help me...i looked up and saw the yoruba guy...i laughed and looked around yours truely, not too far away was kingsley...loitering but trickily watching us...i stopped him mid sentence nd said 'so u dont rmember me'. He looked confused as i stared him straight and hard in the eyes. from the corner of my eye, i saw my friend drive up...i felt safe.
He saw he was loosing nd quickly tried to save the situation but i was having none of it...'i am not going to ogege ogege with you', i said. He was taken aback...he started to look at me strangely as he took some steps back. before i could blink, he turned and ran and his friend 2. Stepping into the coolness of the car, i knew i had overcome...i noticed i was burning up. these peeps are everywhere...bustops, alleyways..
Monday, August 27, 2012
You Wanna Stay Home?
I am at the turn off on 3rd mainland... where u turn off the bridge to adekunle...my car stops...issues. My car is tinted btw...the 'cops' on the bridge take my pal on to the mainland to get a towing van...i remain wiv the car. 5 cars pull up noisily...1st car has its siren on but no 'popo' sound...2nd car is a saloon car ...3rd car is an SUV...pajero or sumfin. 4th car is a 'jeep' and last car is another saloon car...all cars have their hazard lights on and are heavily tinted... they come to a halt a couple of feet ahead of me ...just where the linking roads merge...
In lagos, where some roads merge...thats where the sacrifices are kept...*scary looking stuff*.they vary from boiled white yam to white eggs ...dead birds to roasted yam with palm oil splashed on them...anyways, they pull over all in a straight line...this is 12 sumfin AM. 2 boucer-looking dudes come out from the first car and walk towards me...i central-lock the car and put the seat as far back as it can go...
I swear, i was petrified...they came right up to the car and started looking in from the driver's side and trying to open the doors... no luck so they figure the owner has gone to look for help...they walk back to the car and one gets a white cloth from the boot... he spreads it on the floor in the middle of the road..walks 2 the SUV and opens the door..my heart is beating so fast i feel it in my mouth.
A handsomely dressed man steps out...he looks nice...cant really see his face tho, steps out and walks towards the cloth on d floor... he lays down on the cloth and another white cloth is spread over him...he lies still. i try to text my pal but MTN fucks me up *rme*. Shit! shit! shit! 'pls dont come...pls' i beg my friend in my head hoping God ministers to him...i dont know what would happen if he shows up and crashes whatever this is...makes them find me hiding here...why dint i stay jejely in my room? i will never club again...
I dint even enjoy the outing plus i needed to pee so bad!!! choi! one of the guys walk to the 'jeep' and pulls out 2 ladies... i can tell they r ladies cos i hear the clicking of their heels as they are half escorted and half dragged to the white cloth area... i can see their brazillian... abi indian hair blowing in the breeze and they can hardly walk straight...could they be drugged? OMG!!! I can see their firmly supported, staggering silhouettes. They are dragged to the white cloth and forced to kneel beside it...the guys stand over them and cuts their throats open over the cloth... as in...slits their freaking throats wide open ....i can feel a curling scream rising from my chest...Jesus!!! i feel so cold as i watch.
Their blood is sprayed all over d cloth and still therez no motion from the white cloth...not sure if i pee-ed...i had no feeling in my body. Their lifeless bodies were tossed over the railings into the water below, the white cloth removed and the gentleman escorted to his ride... the stained cloths are tossed in the boot...the convoy zooms off at top speed and this time the sirens come on..i cant move but i can feel the tears, hot tears pour down my face...dint realise i sat there 4 anoda hour until i saw a towing van in front of me and my pal banging on the window, all the muscles in my body refused to respond...i could only cry...i leaked thru my eyes, mouth, nostrils...those girls dat died were chicks, hawt chicks, probably rich chicks...students too perhaps...their parents woulda thot they were sleeping or doing overnight in skool...
They probably thought they had caught a 'big fish' in the club that night and were going for round 2 at his 'mansion'...no body will be found, no goodbyes said...just missing 'good' girls...not a single trace. their friends will only have this to say-'we dunno o!'. 'They left with one man who brought police escort to the club...one big boi!'
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