The story you're about to read is lengthy, but a huge eye opener. Psychos exist amongt us. People beware!
Hi all,
This is a little story I want to share, it’s a true life tale, and as always I will appeal that you read it and make sense of it, and share it.
The names, dates and events have been altered, so any similarities are entirely coincidental.
I stood in line behind her trying to get a doughnut at an eatery, been a while I had a doughnut, so I was willing to endure the chatter of a young lady in front of us, she seemed engrossed with her mobile phone, typing away, receiving calls and describing what she had on, and looking around as if expecting to see someone, it was getting quite annoying and I soon realized I was not the only one feeling that way, the lady in front of me shared the same notion and hissed loudly between intervals, I would later learn why she was so open in showing her distaste.
Chinwe, as I would later learn her name was, eventually made it to the head of the line, placed her order and was waiting to be serviced, she reached into her bag to pick up her wallet (I guess), and that was when I noticed the scar, it was a huge scar, one that ran from her eye, and disappeared into the side of her face, close to her ear, well I couldn’t see farther than that because she had a hood veil covering her face, I guess she must have sensed my eyes, because she immediately turned and caught me staring at her with wide eyes and an open mouth, I immediately composed myself and turned the other way.
The chattering lady from earlier on, was eventually joined by an older looking fellow, well not older as in old enough to be her dad, but for their assumed ages, it was safe to say he was older, and actually had more experience in his eyes, from their discussion, which they didn’t try to make private, I was able to deduce this was their first meeting, but they had actually been communicating via the internet, I overheard her commenting on his looks, and he in turn complemented her on hers, even going further to chastise her as at to why she hid her real beauty from him all this while.
Anyway, chinwe the lady with the scar, apparently had the need to trouble people she meets at eateries, but I would soon learn why, she immediately turned to the young girl and took off her hood, it revealed a very hideous deformation on her face, the scar actually ran from inside her right eye, all the way down her cheek, making a curve back across her ear and disappearing into the back of her head, her right eye was’nt.., well she didn’t have a right eye, it was hollow, chinwe leaned towards the girl and said :
I advise you to run away, run as fast as your feet will carry you, no man knowing your age, and knowing his would consider having a meaningful relationship with you, this man does not have good intentions towards you, she turned to the man, smiled at him and said, oga leave children alone, what has she done to you.The man obviously got upset, I mean who wouldn’t right? I noticed he was about to say something nasty, when I stepped in, somehow I felt there was something more to this, because what would give a human being so much courage as to confront a total stranger, if he/she wasn’t privy to certain information, anyway I stepped in and acted as a pacifier and was able to calm the gentleman down, and when I turned round, chinwe was gone.
I picked up my doughnuts and walked out toward my car, yes I do have a car, and this part is not coincidental *wink*, anyway back to the story, I got into my car, and suddenly there was a tap on the passenger side window, to be honest this startled me, especially when I discovered it was chinwe, she motioned for me to wind down a bit, but I was too freaked out by her look, and honestly I didn’t know if she was mad at me for butting in earlier, so I came out of the car, and walked around it to the other side, careful enough to give her enough room. She went on to introduce herself to me, and thanked me for stepping in when I did, no problem, just trying to help, and I went further to assure her it wasn’t a gimmick to toast her, am married with two lovely kids I said, she smiled and said: 'trust me you wouldn’t be interested in me even if you were single, I caught you staring at my face earlier on.'
At this point I felt very ashamed for staring and I also felt pity for her, she was a really sad lady, you could tell immediately that she just put up a tough exterior to keep people at bay.
I remained silent for a few seconds, and she was about to leave, when my curiosity got the better of me, and without thinking I blurted out: 'what happened to you?' I quickly realized my error and tried to apologize, 'am so sorry I don’t know what got into me, usually am not this forward.'
She stared at me with her good eye for a brief moment, and smiled a bit, don’t worry about it she said, I would have been offended if you didn’t ask, but it’s a long story, now at the point the writer in me took over, and having a nose for a good story, I tried my luck once more. I said: 'well am not in a hurry, and I have a feeling it would be a worthwhile story.' She stared at me and asked in curiosity, 'are you a journalist?' she said. I quickly realized I had not introduced myself to her. I did so quickly and led her back into the eatery, while quickly checking my phone to see if I had enough battery life in case I needed to tape our conversation.
At this point I’ll jump straight to her story, in her own words, (graphic content, reader discretion is advised).
My name is chinwe, I am 26 years old, I never graduated for the university, simply because 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.
At this point I’ll jump straight to her story, in her own words, (graphic content, reader discretion is advised).
My name is chinwe, I am 26 years old, I never graduated for the university, simply because 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. A 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 quiet a gentleman , and I can’t remember him ever asking for a nude picture 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 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, don’t know if it was because I couldn’t spend the night, or maybe I said something else I can’t remember saying, 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, he told me of how he had shown his friends all my nude pictures and how they had watched the videos and listened to the voice notes, he told me he had made a bet with his friends, that I would actually pay for him to have sex with me, just to prove how stupid I was, well you can imagine how I felt, I was confused and shocked, but I attempted to regain any little dignity I had left, and so I tried to mouth off at him, suddenly he punched me in the face, and I tripped over, and hit my head on a stool.
The next thing I remember was waking up on the bed, I was tied up, and he was staring at me, his eyes were dark and he had a sinister smile on his lips, he stood up and walked towards me ,I tried to scream and realized my mouth was tapped, my head was racing, the unfortunate part was that no one knew where I was, he turned me over, and told me he was going to teach me a lesson, at this point I was naked, he rapped me from behind, and I mean my anus, the pain was mind blowing, I struggled, and he hit me, when he was done he brought out a small blade, and he looked at me for a minute and said: this scare is going to always serve as a reminder, for girls like you always trying to be more than you are, for stupid fools like you. He put the blade to my nipple and cut it off, and anytime I think of it, I still feel the pain, it was like nothing I had ever felt before, he was calm, like he had done it a million times, I could feel the warm blood dripping down my mutilated breast, tears of fear and pain running down my face, and suddenly he turned around again, this time all I saw was a flash.
I don’t know how I survived it, but I woke up in a hospital days after, well I was awake, but my eyes were swollen shut, It took a couple of days for me to open my one good eye, and realize the damage he had done, he had plucked out my eye, and cut my face, he had cut my breasts up real bad, they had to it out, like I had cancer or something, there was no record of who I was, because he had taken everything, he had taken my bag, containing everything I had.
I was able to tell the nurses about what I could remember, and also give them my mum’s phone number, the hospital felt so much pity, they actually treated me for free, hard to believe right?
Anyway I was taken home after weeks at the hospital to recuperate, it was tough, I was blind in one eye, I had one breast and a hideous scar of my face, talk about your sinage, he did a number on me, how dumb was I, sometimes I wish he had killed me, but there are fates worse than death, and I guess this is one of them, he was gone without a trace, the receipt from the hotel was in my name, so yes he had played me from the start.
I didn’t dare go back to school, I was sure everyone would have heard, and I was not going to become a statistic, so I decided to stay home, and mind my business, besides what do I need an education for, I’d rather stay home, because there is no rising from this. there is no happy ending to this story, this is the simple ending, I was a victim if a sexual predator, and I let him into my life period, and I take full responsibility for that, I was driven by greed and lack of morals, I allowed myself fall into an abyss, but well saying all this doesn’t change anything, it’s a memory I will have to live with for the rest of my life, well not a memory, because I look at myself in the mirror everyday, who would want to see a nude picture of a woman with one breast, one eye, and a stub.
Well now you know why I spoke up, I hope she realizes and leaves him as quickly as she can, and if this ever gets published, these things happen, I am a victim, I won’t take gruesome pictures to prove anything, you can choose to believe me or not, it’s your choice, and I hope you make the right one.
I left chinwe that day, with cold hands, if I hadn’t seen her face to face, I wouldn’t have believed it myself. Personally I have been torn either to publish this or not, but I have decided to publish it, because with the rise of social media atrocities being committed, every story can go a long way in saving a life, so while you read, share and help someone back to the right path, these internet predators are real.
By- Arome Ameh (The Priest)
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