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They say its a true life story and as unbelievable as it seems,with the 
recent inhumane treatments being meted out on innocent girls by some 
heartless men..one cannot doubt the authenticity of this story…</div>
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My name is Chinwe, I am 26 years old, I never graduated from the 
university, simply coz 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,……</div>
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…. 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</div>
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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.</div>
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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 er*tic 
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 nudè 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.</div>
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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 sèx 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 nudè 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 orgàsms, 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.</div>
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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 nudè pictures of my body.</div>
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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 nudè 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 sèx 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.</div>
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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 unclad, 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 scar 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<br />
bosom 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 chest, tears of fear and pain running down my face, and 
suddenly he turned around again, this time<br />
all I saw was a flash.</div>
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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 d damage he had 
done, he had plucked out my eye, and cut my face,<br />
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, coz 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 <span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>to  </u></span>believe right?</div>
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Anyway I was taken home after weeks at the hospital to recuperate, it
 was tough, I was blind in one eye, I had one chest 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
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from the hotel was in my name, so yes he had played me from the start.</div>
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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<br />
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 sèxual 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 nudè picture of a woman with 
one chest, one eye, and a stub.</div>
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I have decided to publish my story, 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.</div>
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May Almighty God Help us all. “Amen”</div>
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