My kito story happened last month. I always thought of myself as a very cautious person who could avoid getting victimized by being careful.
Then my worst nightmare happened.
I stay at Ojo (Yeah, good people stay here too), and due to the reputation of my area, I’m not always enthusiastic to hook up with anyone.
I flirted with a guy named Eric on Grindr a year ago. At the time, we exchanged pictures and all that, interacted via chats and got quite close. Despite the fact that he stayed close by, I was never comfortable or assured of my safety whenever the issue of us meeting came up. So, I always looked for excuses to turn him down.
As Fate would have it, I changed phones and lost contact with him as I stopped using Grindr. I totally forgot about him until the 11th of February this year. On that fateful day, upon leaving my boss’s house around Iba New Site, I passed someone on the road that I thought looked familiar. Perhaps, the way I looked at him made him remember or something, because he called my name.
It was Eric. If only I’d had an inkling what was to come, I would have ignored him and kept on going where I was going to.
Instead, I stopped and we approached each other. Shook hands. Exchanged pleasantries. He confirmed that I was the one he chatted with on Grindr months ago, because according to him, he “doesn’t forget faces.” He even showed me my pictures which were on his phone. The same ones I sent to him last year when I was chatting him. He was with three guys, although the guys stood further down the road, away from us.
It was a very lonely road, and it got even lonelier by evening. While conversing with him (I talk too much), I totally lost track of time, and before I knew it, the shadows of the evening had fallen around us. This provided the perfect cover for what was to happen, as the other guys suddenly converged on us and began roughing me up, showing me knives and hustling me over to an uncompleted building.
While beating and mocking me, Eric gleefully told me that they were supposed to kito someone else, but it seemed as though the person developed a sixth sense of danger when he saw Eric from afar, and fled. I turned out to be the replacement kito.
I was stripped naked, but thankfully not videoed. I was relieved of the 150 grand I had with me, the money I was supposed to pay into my boss’s account for him the next day. My phone was collected as well, and after much pleading, I got my clothes back. And then, I was let go.
When I got home, I lied to my parents that I was robbed – which technically, I was. My boss however wasn’t as benevolent as my family. He initially had me locked me up because of the loss of his money, but I was eventually released. I’m currently still paying him back.
I borrowed a phone from my cousin and tried to track Eric down through WhatsApp, but I did not back up my data previously.
And so, I lost him. I do not even have pictures, number or contact to alert the community with.
However, I know it has been often said here, but let me reiterate. Please, be careful, guys. Be mindful of who you chat and share yourself with online, especially in this Ojo area.
And to you, Pink Panther, keep up the good work. May the Rainbow gods 🌈 keep blessing you.
Written by Saint