The stories we hear these days about babes on the social network, especially Badoo, are terrible.
It seems ladies who frequent this site are nothing short of call girls.
One would have thought that the experience and murder of Cynthia Osokogu by friends she met on Facebook would have been an eye-opener for some ladies, but no way!
Some people just don’t want to learn from the downfall of others.
I choose to call them executive prostitutes because several of the men who met these babes on this site revealed to me that many of these babes are gainfully employed.
Why do these babes then lure and drag guys into their web and then ask for money after the show?
I have never heard anything pleasant about the Badoo site babes. It had been one horrifying story after another. Everyone paints the picture of the girls on the site as ‘fast and loose.’
These days, it’s quite dangerous to walk down a dark alley with a guy you’ve known for a while, let alone pay a visit to a total stranger you met on a social site.
Who would you blame if something happened to you? You could be raped, worse killed. Our parents have done their best for us and shouldn’t be blamed for every mistake that we’re presently making in our lives.
No responsible father or mother would train his/her child to become a social network prostitute.
We know there are such professional call girls on these social sites but ask yourself if you wish to be known and identified and addressed as such.
Cynthia Osokogu didn’t commit any crime before she was raped and strangled. The beginning of her offence was in not allowing the guys access to her ATM card.
I was told by the Investigating Police Officer (IPO) of the case, that the bloodthirsty boys had killed a lot of girls they met on Facebook before the eventual murder of Cynthia nailed them.
Their parents didn’t know how they lived or that they had bred killers and rapists. I know that to date, their parents would be wondering where they had gone wrong in giving birth to those boys and raising them.
Even as my fingers are flying over my keyboard, I know that somewhere, somehow a lady who met a guy on one of these social sites is being raped or killed right now….
The evil associated with most social media sites is not peculiar to Nigeria and Nigerians. I read about a guy in the US, who used to make friends with people via a social media site, invite them to meet him somewhere, then kill and eat them. When police finally arrested him, they discovered so many body parts in his freezer. Human parts he was saving to eat.
He was a pure Oyinbo, not a black American oh!
A working-class lady should learn to live within her means. We can’t all have or ever finish buying the beautiful things of life. Like I had always told my nieces, ‘Beautiful stuff doesn’t ever get finished in the market.’
Just when you think you have bought the most beautiful item or phone, come next week you’ll find a lovelier one.
Such is life.
How many clothes, shoes and handbags are you willing to trade your ‘honey well’ for? How many strangers, maybe with body and mouth odour, are you ready to barter your body for?
Go ahead now… Google and read the story of a handsome, charming guy, who, posing as Mike Adenuga, conned a lady into having sex with him.
To many of our babes, sex no longer means much. Sex is not sacred and it’s like drinking garri with groundnut. This is why a Divisional Police Officer could embark on sex with a suspect under his custody without recourse to the condom.
In his eagerness to mount and impale, he forgot or simply didn’t care to protect his innocent wife who is at home, waiting for him.
Anyway, back to our fake Mike Adenuga guy, while the sexual act was on, the guy, who had already bugged the room with a video camera, filmed all the actions and later posted it on Facebook.
He could decide to make a whole bunch of blue films with these videos, and you wouldn’t be the wiser.
That a guy sounds interesting, nice, and charming on a dating site doesn’t mean he’s nice. At that point of chatting with you, he had assumed another personality, one of a charmer.
He’s ready and willing to tell all sorts of lies to buy your trust and get you to like or possibly fall in love with him. There’s no way a picture displayed on a social site can reveal the darkness of a guy’s heart.
There’s no way his smiling face can tell you that he’s a serial rapist or killer.
We’re in the age of moral decadence and it pains me that it’s on the increase.
A friend of mine travelled to Abuja. He was supposed to interview someone, but the interview was moved to the next day.
He didn’t know what to do with himself. He went back to his hotel room. To kill time, he decided for the very time, to chat someone up on this so-called Badoo site he had heard so much about.
He said that the most amazing discovery was that many of the girls were just on the alert, waiting for anybody to click and begin chatting with them.
He had not even chatted with her for more than 30 minutes when she said she wanted to come and meet him in his hotel room.
He later told me that he thought she was kidding about coming over and had jokingly given her the hotel name. But in the blink of an eye, the hotel attendant called his room, telling him that he had a visitor.
Lo and behold, it was our Badoo sister.
The guy didn’t know what to do with her. She had simply taken the wind off his sail. He was shocked to his marrows.
He took her to dinner and asked her to pick whatever she liked. That was also his undoing. She felt he was loaded.
After the meal, they chatted some more, but she was beginning to get fidgety. Tired of the chit-chat, she told him to point that they should head to his bedroom. He asked her for what and she looked at him like he had gone crazy!
To be continued.
