It was a boring afternoon at the office. With no other alternative to keep my mind busy, I logged onto 2go, an app I hadn’t used in ages. I wanted to see if I could reconnect with some old friends and perhaps make new friends. I logged in and found none of my friends online. I navigated to the gay room. I sifted through the various chats and profiles present in there, before happening on a dude named Richard. It wasn’t long before we started getting acquainted.
Richard was thirty-two, a cute bottom, a graduate of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, and worked with a company in Asaba, where he also lived with his wife who was then pregnant – at least that’s what he told me. In the following weeks, we chatted and talked on the phone more and more, and I felt drawn to him. I began to fancy him a friend.
About a month after we met, he extended an invitation to me to visit him in Asaba. He sounded so genuine and was persuasive, but for one odd reason or the other, I kept postponing my trip to Asaba. A part of me wished he would grow weary of inviting me and perhaps withdraw or abandon his repeated invitations.
One morning, about three months later, during which time he’d being relentless with his invitation for me to come see him, he called me to inform me that his wife had just put to bed. I extended my congratulations, genuinely happy for him. I asked that he hand the phone over to his wife so I could personally felicitate with her. He told me that he’d just left the hospital, but that he would return to check on her and the newborn later in the day, and then I could speak to her. Around 8pm, he called me and handed over the phone to ‘his wife’, so that I could congratulate her. I rejoiced with her, so taken in by her convincing responses, that it shocked me to later learn that she was some fake ass bitch who’d been recruited to make Richard’s sinister plan appear genuine.
About a month afterward, Richard informed me about his baby’s dedication. Again, he extended an invitation to me, talking about how I was his only close friend, and how all his siblings were in faraway Abuja and would be unable to make time to attend. He talked about how he really needed help with the preparations for the dedication. I tried to beg off, saying I was swamped with work and would not be able to spare even a moment to travel to Asaba for the baby’s dedication. He reasoned that I could come in on Friday and head back home on Sunday evening or very early on Monday morning. I tried to make excuses that my weekend was also occupied with lots of things that needed to be done, but he was relentless. His master stroke was when he said, “Okay, even if you can’t do this for me, please do it for the baby. Surely, you can’t refuse that.”
This earnest plea touched me deeply and I finally conceded. I told him I would get back to him. My mind was quite made up anyway. And as though Fate was determined to grease and straighten the road to my impending hell, when I woke up on that Wednesday morning, it was to discover a text message on my phone. I’d just being paid my salary. I now had sufficient funds and no viable reason as to why I shouldn’t travel to Asaba. I called Richard to get directions to his house. He was so thrilled and texted me the directions immediately. I began packing a bag with a few clothing items.
Richard’s call woke me up first thing on Thursday morning; he was calling to ensure that I had not changed my mind about coming over. His excitement bubbled over the phone, as he told me how much he was looking forward to seeing me. I felt warmed by his enthusiasm.
My best friend, Jovin, came to my house early that morning, and the first words he uttered when I hung up Richard’s call were, “Fabby, I’ve been restless and uneasy all night about this your travel.” He went on to try to dissuade me from going, but I was nearly all set, with my parking and my decision. Jovin has been my bosom friend for over three years, we are more like brothers. He knows all about my sexcapades and love life, and I his. I brushed off his reservations. “Pikin, abegi, leave that thing,” I said. “You too dey fear. Nothing dey happen.” Realizing that there was no stopping me, Jovin wished me a safe trip.
I left for the bus park, where I boarded a bus to Ughelli, and from there hopped onto an Asaba-bound bus. Richard called me frequently during the course of the journey, in a bid to ascertain my location at each time. He asked me to get off the bus at Ibuzor, which is just after Ogwashi-Uku and before Asaba. As directed, I got off the bus at Ibuzor and called him. He asked me to wait at a nearby petrol station. He said he’d send over an okada to pick me in a few minutes, as his address was in a remote and confusing part of the town, and he wouldn’t want me to get lost trying to locate it on my own.
At this point, I felt a slight fluttering of unease, but I had come too far to turn back. So I ignored the voice of caution, and described the clothes I was wearing – a purple top with cream colored trousers – so that the okada rider could easily identify me.
About five minutes later, a man on a motorbike rode up to me and asked if I was Fabby; I got in behind him after I answered in the affirmative. We then commenced on a long ride through bush paths and bad roads, and past several uncompleted and deserted buildings. And just when I’d be getting unnerved, we’d pass by some nice looking homes. And then, we plunged deeper into the bush paths. I was now so frightened I couldn’t stop myself from asking the okada man if we were ever going to get to our destination. He reassured me that we were almost there.
Indeed we were. For just then, I spotted a guy pretending to urinate beside a fence just ahead of us as the bike began slowing. As we passed by the guy, I was suddenly attacked without warning from behind. The bike had idled to a stop, and I was yanked off it and to the ground. As I sprang and faced him to fight back, four other guys appeared from over the fence. Driven by fear, I lashed out at the one who had pulled me off the bike, kicking out at his groin. He yelped and fell to the ground, but quickly regained himself and snatched up a wooden plank, which he struck out at my head with. Stars exploded before my eyes, and I dropped into blackness, losing consciousness.
I regained my consciousness a few moments later, to find myself being dragged inside an uncompleted building. My clothes were blood-stained and my head was still bleeding from a deep cut. As my mind cleared, I realized that my hands and legs were chained. My body was wracked with the kind of pain that made me realize they’d probably attacked me while I was unconscious. Finally, we got into the building, and they deposited me in a corner.
One of them noticed that I was awake, and looked at me with contempt, saying, “Look at what you’ve done to yourself. This would not have happened if you had followed us jeje. You wan show us say you get power, abi? Homo like you!” And he hissed.
Weak and terrified, all I could say was, “Please, don’t kill me… Take whatever you want… Just spare my life…”
A hot slap from behind across my face quenched my words, and the guy who slapped me asked me to shut up. I shut up, but instead began silently confessing my sins and begging God for forgiveness and mercy. My prayer was interrupted by a sudden scream from outside: “Ewooo! Ewooo! Otua kam si jee?! Chi m o!” (Loosely translated to mean: ‘Oh no! Oh no! Is this how I will depart from this world? My God o!’)
I knew then that I was not alone. I watched as another guy was dragged into the building from outside, bound hand and foot, as I was. About twenty-five minutes later, yet another young man was led into the room. This one hadn’t screamed his panic and didn’t look like he’d struggled with his captors. He simply followed calmly after them, apparently resigned to his fate. Our captors must have been puzzled by him, because after tying him up, they asked why he hadn’t struggled or screamed or tried to escape. He replied simply, “I don enter be say I don enter. Wetin I wan fight for again? The highest thing wey fit happen na death.” Our captors found this highly amusing, and they laughed amongst themselves, calling the man a smart guy.
They proceeded to search our bags, picking out the things they saw and sharing them out amongst themselves – including the bags. Then, they took our mobile phones and asked how much money we had in our bank accounts. I informed them that I had only N65, 000. They told me that the sum of N120, 000 was required to “bail me out”. The calm guy, who turned out to be a school teacher from Enugu, was told that his “bail” was set at N100, 000. And the one who had been hysterical, a married father of one child who had come all the way from Lagos, was asked to cough out N150, 000 to secure his release.
They collected my ATM card and demanded for my pin, and then headed straight to the nearest bank, intent on emptying out my account. However, my card was useless as the chips were bad (I’d been planning on applying for a new one). They asked me to call anyone I knew who could send the remaining balance of N55, 000 to my account. I pleaded with them that It was already nighttime, and that it was only in the morning that I could make any calls to get them their money.
They left us in peace for a few hours. But then, in the middle of the night, we were rudely awakened and asked what our sexual roles were. I promptly said “Top”. Even if I was Bottom or Versatile, I’d have still maintained that I was Top, because I’d had an instant premonition as to what their query was leading up to. The other two guys answered that they were Versatiles. And our gleefully declared that the two of them put on a show on how the anus is fucked. They ordered them to fuck themselves.
The two men were horrified, and seemed greatly reluctant to do their bidding. Our captors proceeded to slap them around a bit, until they conceded. And so, they went into action. They started out by reluctantly sucking each other’s dicks, but neither could attain an erection of course. No matter how hard they tried, neither dick got erect. Eventually, one of the guys was amazingly able to sustain an erection. And then – Boom! – it was show time! The other (unlucky) dude then lay on his side and raised one leg in the air to facilitate entry by the guy who had an erect dick. A large fluorescent lamp was beamed on them all this while. The Ibuzor guys laughed heartily at the scene playing out before them. And in spite of myself, I joined in the laughter, strangely both intrigued and amused by the live porn flick.
Later we were allowed to return to slumber for what was a few hours left in the night. Very early the next morning, we were woken and moved into yet another uncompleted building. When the day brightened up a bit, I begged to be given access to my phone so that I could make calls for them to have their money. I was instructed to place the call on loudspeaker. I unlocked my phone, went to BBM and pinged Jovin with the details of my ordeal. At first, he didn’t believe me. So I asked one of my captors to take a picture of me, adding that my friend, who was supposed to send the money, did not believe my story and would only send the money when he saw evidence that I was indeed a captive.
On seeing the picture, Jovin sent a reply that had me thinking he’d screamed them on his side: ‘Fabby, I warned you! But you wouldn’t listen! Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into!’ Remembering his reservations the previous day, I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, and tears of regret seeped from my eyes and rolled down my face. I told him to hurry over to my cousins and show them the picture of me looking bloody and bruised, but that he should tell them that I’d been attacked by armed robbers on my way to visit my father.
Less than twenty minutes later, phone calls began streaming in from all over. Apparently, everyone had now heard of my ordeal at the hands of the ‘armed robbers’ – my dad, my sisters, my in-laws; even my grandmother, who sobbed profusely on the phone, saying over and over, “Nwata nke a choro igbu m mgbe onwum erubeghi…!” (‘This child wants to send me to the grave before my time is come’) This hurt me, especially as just two months earlier, my family had been devastated by the death of my mum. The last thing anyone in the family needed right now was another death in the family. I tried to reassure my grandma that I would be fine, but with all the other callers, I had to fake exaggerated cries of anguish and pain to impress upon them the seriousness of my situation. I begged them to act quickly in meeting the demands of my captors as every minute spent here was torture.
Eventually, an uncle who I’d been asking for money for several months prior to this to use for a pressing need, but who always insisted that he had no money to spare, was the one who eventually sent the sum of N50, 000 to my cousin’s account for onward transmission to my account. Once the money was confirmed in my account, the hoodlums once again confiscated my phone.
The other two men were also forced to call their families and demand that money be sent immediately and without any delay to my account. It was particularly funny to watch the married father, as he barked commands into the phone at his wife, ordering her to go to his brother and other relations and ensure that they raise and send the money.
Eventually, all the money was lodged in my bank account, after which the hoodlums proceeded to taunt and flog us with whips, while commanding the “spirit of homosexuality” to depart from us, asking us to swear that we would never indulge in homosexual acts ever again. Thereafter, the guys rode with me on different motorbikes to the First Bank outlet in Ogwashi-Uku. I applied and was given a new ATM card. Looking back, I am amazed at how stupid I was; I was with all the hoodlums in the bank, where I could easily have raised an alarm or something, but I was too petrified, especially by the thought of the naked pictures and videos they’d taken of the three of us earlier, as we ‘confessed’ to being gay. Right there in the bank, I decided that I just wanted the entire ordeal to be over as quickly and as quietly as possible, so that I could get on with my life. Besides, they’d threatened me that if I created a scene in the bank, they’d post the videos and pictures online as well as on my Facebook and other social media accounts (remember they still had my phones in their possession). The thought of such lurid pictures and videos being released to the world filled me with cold dread. I was ready to walk the length and breadth of Nigeria on my knees to stop this from happening.
Anyway, I was paralyzed by fear, and watched without a fuss as these criminals meticulously emptied my bank account of all our money, plus an extra N20, 000. You see, unknown to me, one of them had called my cousin to tell him that they needed an additional N20k to definitely secure my release. My cousin promptly sent the money, despite my text that no one should send any more money after my N120, 000 ‘bail money’ was reached.
Anyway, thankfully, we were released later in the evening and marched off to the major road. I was dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts, my brown boots, which I’d had to beg for before they let me have them, and an old ragged T-shirt which they scrounged up from God-knows-where and threw at me. The other two guys were treated in similar fashion. Upon reaching the major road, we were asked to run and not look back or else something else would happen. And so, with the money they’d given us for transport – I and the guy from Enugu were given N1, 500, while the guy from Lagos was given N3000 – we ran for a good distance down the major road till we had put a considerable distance between ourselves and the criminals. Then we spotted a bus which was heading towards Asaba and we all hopped aboard.
Amazingly, one of the other guys tried to hustle my phone number from me. I gave him an evil look, like, ‘Dude, you’ve just escaped from a harrowing ordeal, the last thing on your mind now should be a hookup!’
On getting to Asaba, I located a cybercafé, paid for internet use and logged into my accounts on Yahoo!, Facebook, Manjam etc. I changed all my passwords and then sent a message to a friend of mine, KingBey (a regular commenter on this blog). He was one of those I called while I was still in captivity. They – the criminals – had also called him subsequently and asked for more money or else they would kill me. KingBey, not to be intimidated, lashed out a diatribe at them, heaping curses on them, complete with a reservation in hell for them. As payback for KingBey’s sharp tongue, I got a hot slap.
Anyway, I sent him an inbox, informing him that I’d regained my freedom from my captors. Due the all the craziness of the last several hours, he was doubtful and suspicious, wondering whether this was a further ploy by the criminals to extort more money. So he asked for proof that I’d been released. He gave me the phone numbers of two guys who were residents in Asaba and nearby Onitsha – Evans and Kelechi. Evans, who lived in Asaba, was the first to get to where I was, and while we waited for Kelechi, I narrated my story to him. The bitch listened to me, but rather than show sympathy, he mocked and jeered at me! Lol.
Eventually, Kelechi, who was on his way to his parents’ home in Onitsha, pulled up suddenly in a car and yelled, “You have two seconds to get in!” Evans and I jumped into the vehicle and in milliseconds, we were off. In the car, Kelechi joined in scolding me, asking why I had chosen to go to Ibuzor of all places, which was apparently notorious for such kito occurrences. Throughout their joint tirade, I kept mute. I was glad it was all over and I just wanted to get back to my normal life and put it all behind me. We dropped Evans off somewhere along the way and headed to Kelechi’s house. When we got there, I took some painkillers and promptly fell asleep. The next morning, he dropped me off at the Peace Mass Transit Bus Station and gave me some cash for the bus fare. And minutes later, I was homebound to Bayelsa.
Written by Fabby
Awwww… Really harrowing experience.
As for me, I would never go to your house for a first time hookup. Hell! I’m not even interested in online hookups these days.
Physical attraction and interaction is still the way to go.
Then please, please, please, if you feel like where you’re going to puts you in a queasy state, it doesn’t hurt to stop and request that your ‘friend’ comes around to meet you.
Maybe it’s because the kind of work I do is a potential target all the time.
No online hookup for me o! I just downloaded whatsapp just 4 days ago. So you can see my aversion for too much chit-chat.
Anyway, Fabby, sorry it happened to you. It could have been anyone. Apparently, according to your story, your intentions were noble!
Ndo!
You went back with three cops… That couldn’t have been in Nigeria.
Oh you would have. These kito experiences come and go, but there’s no denying the enduring spirit of the victims.
Any properly trained staff is taught to recognize when a customer comes in looking weary… This is useful in cases where the person is a victim of blackmail
That sounds like a fabulous story for KD, don’t you think? 😀
But sometimes, the fun is knowing someone in pinky’s neighborhood who pinky is remotely unaware of.
For instance, I barely relate with my immediate neighbors… So if you asked me about any of them, I would really disappoint. Not everyone has all that time to get to know all the Castle Pink residents around them.
If you get an honest and real person through these online media, you are just lucky my dear.
Kito hovers above everyone!
Kito Superhero… LMAO.
That could bro… Some dudes ganged up and got my Lapps, phone, gold wristwatch and 30k from me…
I went back with a full squad, set a trap for them, got everything back, got them detained and even got them to write an undertaking that I would live happily ever after.
It all depends on the individual bro!
That was a lifetime ago.
Trystham, bee no ni. Aye won ma baje lailai ati lailai.
Depends on the individual and how connected he is.
Besides guys taking caution and i meant all the necessary precautions,
Kito stories like this will continue to flourish until the day we offer solution
to the problem ourselves. Bear in mind, homophobes are not smiling.
The 21 dudes arrested at a party in Ib was all due to homophobic attitude.
Was it though? I think I understand the need to do some things without external familial or filial influence. And its not everytime it such risk ends badly.
And how is it possible you got a new ATM card the next morning? All 50k and 20k was transferred into your account and they withdrew ’em with this ‘new ATM card’ on that same day? Ha! You had a nasty bruise on your head, and I bet you had a swollen face- and your went with hoodlums into a bank with no hitch? Haba! No Richard in sight during the business?
I don’t believe it oh! All I see is falseness.
You went Back with 3 Cops that’s Uk Episode not Nija
Maybe it does, but uncle, u prolly shud av stuck to ‘hmmmm’s. Not all cards are embossed with ur name on them and u can get one of those kinds linked to ur acct for u
” So you left those hot dark Ijaw guys in Bayelsa with big dicks and decided to a village called Ibuzor, na wa oooo.”
This part is supposed to be a joke. #justsaying
“Successful”
**arches eyebrow*
Story hoe looking for more customers
**sips coffee*
Some banks can give you a card without your name on it and link your acc to it, thats if you need it quickly. All cards with name come from the head office and 95% of banks in Nigeria have head office in Lagos, thats why it takes like a week.
Hian!!! I worked in a bank and trust me, the more disheveled and smelly and unkempt u look, the fatter ur account seems o. It used to be topics for convo where we speculate which customer did money juju and whose babalawo made it a taboo for him to spend money on himself. Noisy and flashy ppl don’t av money. Choi!!! Its those silent ones who strive to look regular u shud b looking at
Yes my brother… Is that too much to ask for? I hear those main market guys are smoky.
It’s usually good in a relationship when one is a businessman and another is a civil servant. At least it worked between my mum and dad.
I’m already a civil servant, searching for my businessman Johnny!
LMAO Ringlana you know you’re a hot mess for this right? Professional winch keep
But you have raised some valid points/advice though.
Am not sure I want to tell that story.
Don’t give me your title. The tip is much appreciated. Thank you.
I expected this from someone else, not kizito. You really should have stuck to your hmmmmms.
Trystham no mind d olodo, when they will be banking with backward banks like Union Bank (i have an account there so i know). I know for sure that Ecobank bank and Firstbank provides the service for instant atm cards. I think UBA too does it, you can get an atm card without even opening an account with them and instantly too. Kizito, i have been in a kito situation before and i can tell you that all you want is for it to be over and fast too.
Chai Ringlana shey you don see wetin you cause abi?
Enkayced there are challenges with your request:
– last time I was in anambra was in 97 (I think) for a wedding. Other times I was just transiting.
– All the “nna Emeka” in main market rarely visit Abuja from what am made to understand and even when they do, they bringing their good to sell to mazi ibe in banex plaza or Baba uchenna in wuse market. Those lot rarely spend more than 2-3 days and they are gone
– Lastly and probably the most crucial part that posses a challenge for your request. My flavours consists of just vanilla and whip cream.
Just get the vanilla… They might happen to know some chocolate.
Oya take what you’ve been expecting: HMMM! ‘_’
(Where you expecting the questions from Tef by any chance? :s)
But, you had to call me an olodo to prove your point? ‘_’ Issoryt.
Wait, OLODO?! *fumes* Apologize! (Or we both end of in bed or in hell or in Igbobi! Your choice.)
Chai… The hustle is real loool
Meet Simba, he probably might have some pearls of wisdom on hustling hard lol
*shrugs* I tried. So which ‘title’ wud u av preferred? ‘blonde’? ‘bitch’? ‘hoe’? ‘aunty’? ‘madam’? ‘daddy wa’? ‘SIR’?…
My brother, a patient has to be determined to live before a doctors for the doctors help to be more meaningful. Do you want the bank staff to arrest Fabby and detain and maybe torture him before he opens up?im surprised at all the soft landing comments I have seen so far except of course for kingbeys. This blog is primarily to educate and not an online condolence register. If you ask me, what happened to Fabby is the type of things that happens to people who refuse to take advice or learn from experiences of others
Certain batch mostly keredim.
But sometimes am willing to try a few outside my preferred batch :p
Classic case of bending the rules once in a while. Lol
Kizito dear, oya mo binu #Ndo. You seem to be a more sensitive person than someone you mentioned, i was kinda upset. Talking about TefMushin, i couldn’t expect less. Well… It is him.
The first option seems more interesting than the other two, but if we both end up in Igbobi, wouldn’t we be in a bed?
Please if you haven’t refunded the monies that others has to send to service your indiscretion start doing so. People should pay for their actions and inactions. I’m just angry @ all of this
But of course. That would av totally made ur day. An automatic member of ur Victim’s Club. Some ppl still have NOBLE hearts and intentions of GENUINE friendship. Concept evidently very foreign to you.
When me i thought this was a kito story..
So Gad, what you are saying in a nutshell is that, a fly that does not heed warning will
be buried with the corpse.
How about you jump off a cliff Gad, i wouldn’t be angry about that.
@Gad, you are not suffering fools gladly this morning shey?
You refused to to take any prisoner,..
In FBN,some hours is too much to spend before getting an ATM card. In 10mins is all you need or less. Am I marketing?
My friend said he did not see anyone who remotely looked like the guy he was chatting with on BBM, i asked him to show me the picture before he left. The guy i saw was a middle aged guy kind, early thirties ish and had a construction hat on. I had the impression that he worked on an oil rig.
He said the guys were generally young except the bike guy.
This is the type of mis-information you get from people who “know better”. Walk into any FBN branch now and you will get a card with any type of name you desire embossed on it within 10 minutes.it has been like that for the past 5years. It doesn’t have to come from headquarters
You are Marketing ,cus have Experienced that,FBN .it doesn’t. Take Time.
Loooool… Oya simba , over to you.
Exactly
I wont but please don’t let your anger kill you. Brian, you either heed my stern rebuke or get yourself burnt. Simple
Dey dia dey Cast and Bind, no be only rebuke.
Sinnex, TEF told you the truth here.
Na wa ooh! On top kito story na im una dey sell market! Kobo-kobo! Shiorr.
Obviously not in Nigeria…..but funny enough, it was fellow Nigerians that did it to me….in fact, my fellow Igbo people….but I showed them nwii
Calm down Gad. He sure have learnt his lessons now…..her nyash Don dey siddon one place since then…..lwkmd !
Obviously it’s not the full story….so I also suggest you shove your unnecessary suggestion up your arse. You were not the one he called up by midnight neither were you the one who had to go through suspense and worry for the three days he was held captive. So shut it !
How very good of you. Who needs ppl when we have you to worry for 3 days. *rme Remind me not to put my ‘salvation’ in ur hands if u will bitch about it in public. Eish!!!
Fabby Darling Sowie for your. Ordeal,#1: 2go has no Gay Room .#2:Visit an Idiot that’s Married in. Another State,That’s a No Go Area for. Muah.#3: Was Aware that Jarch is a Professional Winch on Hookup you should seek Advice from him,Asking ur Fellas. If dem know who this Richard is.#4:Busy Man but you depend on ur Salary. For next Step. Huh I trust my Instinct it can’t deceive me.For muah If we See in an Eatery or a Shopping Mall,Dude Pack well.The amazing Dude that’s asked for ur Number for Hookup is real Dude,We dee Vexs No dulling.*wink*
Hmm….it’s all over. We all make mistakes…
I’m so sorry this happened to u….*pats fabby on his shoulder*
Thank God u were spared Fabby.
bitch, so you forgot to add how I repeatedly begged you to raise an alarm inside the bank so as to avoid giving them any money. you were in a public place and the best they would have done was to escape. the same time they would have used to publish the pictures and videos on your account, can still be used by you to change your passwords…..worst case scenario, it’s published….then you claim they were kidnappers and they did all that to get money from you. you were under duress and coercion that was why you admitted to being gay. This advice is for the eventuality of any future kito oooo…God forbid. because as for me, no human being will get a dime from me…the only thing you can do is the beating. that’s all ! the fools that tried it with me and collected my phone, I later went back with three cops and took my phone back. nonsense and condiments !
And I had to add… The bank staff never noticed your disheveled appearance? If it was in better climes where staff are well trained, they would have recognized you were in some sort of tRAGedy.
And that your uncle sef needs to be replaced… It’s now he has money to spare.
IMO he hasn’t given you dough o… Ehen!
And Jarch, seeing as you are the hookup winch, do you by chance have any successful, single man resident in Anambra state that you’re not using?
#AskingForMyPeaceOfMind
Jisos! This is scary, horrifying and agonizing. Am so sorry, Fabby. You are strong. I don’t know if I would have survived. It’s over now. Sorry.
Chai see kito…. Thank God for ur life @fabby
Am sorry Fabby, you meant well as for the purpose of your journey.
All these hook up sites, get as e be, blender- grindir, boyjam or manjam,
planet juliet, wickedoo or badoo, in this our Nigeria? mehn, all i will
say to guys, tread carefully, boys are not smiling, girls sef are not.
Homophobes boku everywhere. (readers, please excused my lingo )
Personally, in this homophobic and gbajue country of mine, aint
meeting no one except by recommendation. cest fini
EnKaycee they did…one of the bank officials even asked me if I was okay…I had to reply them yes..to quicken the process of getting my card..n to get over with the whole thing…I was just so tired of it all..
PP I doubt if I can summon such courage and strength to go through this. Let me tell you this. I was threatened by a guy over the phone who promised to deal with me and probably kill me if I don’t leave his boyfriend alone. Now, it was this his boyfriend who was on my case for over a year and wouldn’t let me be. He claimed to have broken up with the guy threatening me, and that he’s just being jealous. Real fear came when he came to fb to threaten me more. How did he get all my info? I dealt with it anyway.
But in all it sure have thought me a lesson never to visit anyone without asking friends in the same location with d person…thats the foolish mistake I made though
Some kito experiences, I understand. This one wasn’t even remotely sex inclined and thats what baffles me. Aye awon were yi ti baje o de ma baje tan patapata
@KingBey Except this is not the full story, I suggest you sit ur jumpy arse down. Not everyone is a KITO SUPER-HERO
I cried reading this, this happened to one of my best friends. I reached out to Pinky about it the night it happened. Thing was i felt kinda responsible cos my friend came to my room in school just before he left and i didnt tell him not to go. The guy was consistent and they had known each other for a while. The experience was terrible for his family too.
Fabby i am so sorry this happened to you and hundreds of other guys. They seem to have ‘customers’ like everyday.
Do we not have military personnel here who can intervene in this issue? These guys are getting rich off hating and abusing gay people, something should be done about it.
Actually, You can’t view or sift through profiles in 2go chat-rooms…
I’m not moved!
And what about Richard?
Its only bcos u dnt knw d road, u shld v known dat Ibusa and Asaba are not that close and as such shld v suspected when he told u dat a bike man would pick u from Ibusa, instead of u following dat same bus to Asaba. Guys know it today: Ibusa is an Autonormous Kingdom ruled by HRH Obi Kito of Ibusa.
visiting hookup sites has its own hazards. bear that in mind at all times
It took me seven working days to got my Atm card from fidelity when the last one expired, and it ws earlier this year. Don’t know dat atm card could be gotten in just some few hours sha
Fabby your experience is quite horrowing. Ndo.
I am sure you ve overcome the incident.
@all, pls be careful when a hook up says come to ASABA….. that place sha. I believe in meeting ppl organically. I dont really like hook up sites/apps. A responsible friend is likely to introduce a responsible person and the probability of a kito experience reduces drastically.
Everybody doesnt have to buy my idea but in all…… be cautious!
This is one scary shit. If you don’t mind my asking, how old are you? So you left those hot dark Ijaw guys in Bayelsa with big dicks and decided to a village called Ibuzor, na wa oooo.
One just have to be careful. It might seem that one if proud if one decide not to be meeting people, I love my life more than anything.
The issue is that despite the fact that one tries to be as careful as possible, one still ends up falling into various traps.
The annoying thing is that they can be very patient. Especially when they have an idea about where you work and your likely pay.
That was how one guy called Kingsley in Wuse who claims to be a corper kept pestering me to come to his house. His house was not even far from my place, I was not sure of him because he kept on sending me different pictures and claiming they were his. He even sent me ‘his’ nude pictures and videos, I was so not into him. He also asked me if I had hairy ass and said that a gay guy is supposed to have hairtly ass so as for the sex to be enjoyable. He was trying too hard and I was already getting irritated. After some weeks of chatting, we had an argument and he lashed out at me and told me that ‘na God, save you, if not I for don set you up, homo like you, mtchwwww….’
We really need a strike force. Are there no roughnecks in this blog? Cultists? Military or Paramilitary Officers?
Ewooooooooooooooo Chim ooooooo!
Chai! This is abi was sad. The part where they were asked to have sex had me cringing with disgust!
Ppl is just too bad!
Officially………. Am scared!
This almost happen to me as well but I insisted on the mofo coming to pick me up as oppose to taking a bike in that same ibuzor. I ran for my dear life. No human being should have to go through that ordeal, I’m so sorry man.
@mcgrey…dats fidelity bank… U get ur card instantly once u apply for a new one der at first bank…dey just need ur real signature n maybe id which I was not having den I pleaded wit d bank official attending to me he just had to ask me a few questions abt ma acc which I answered him wit no mistakes n d card was issued to me..
@sinnex….sex wasn’t the main reason why I went there….read d story again….maybe along d line d sex might have happened but it wasn’t d main reason why I traveled
Too many inconsistencies.. I would want to believe you added a few spice to make this an interesting read. (Sadly you failed woefully in doing this).
No mention of Richard again all through the Ordeal?
First you were asked to be bailed for 65k then later 120k?
You applied for and collected your Atm in some hours? Like seriously? Lol
With Garshed head and Brusied face and body. No alarm was raised in the bank?
And lots more questions I don’t want to write an Epistle about.
I’ll just ignore all of this like I said.. It might be an attempt to make the story a nice read..
I’m sure you must have learnt your lessons from your ordeal.. So little or no advice is needed.
Loooool. Fabby I think we were setup by same group of people. Its just them just that mine has diifferent twist.
Anyone can be a victim of kito.
Fabby, so sorry for your ordeal, what doesn’t kill you will definitely make you stronger.
And yes, its very possible to ge a new card (VERVE) and activate it within an hour in 1st bank.
That dude that asked for your number tho, dude wanted to get something good out of the whole ugly situation… Incentives anyone?. *in riri’s voice* We found love in ibusa…lol
Hello KD, bin a while.
Brian. Stop it, please.
Fabby your ordeal is a nasty experience and we hope that no one goes through what you experienced.
That said I’ll give you my own 2cents.
First of all always trust your instincts. The fact that you’ve been making excuses to see Richard from day one, is enough warning that fate is trying to tell you something. The thing is your instinct works like a PA and you are the boss. Your PA is likely to shut up after giving a few warnings about an impending disaster, but these warnings are subtle and nonaggressive. You (the boss) have the final say. So if you choose to ignore your PA, then it will leave you to your own devices and just go along with the flow.
Friends (true friends I mean) are like gold dust, they are extremely rare to find. A friend who is an empath is even more valuable. Your instinct warned you and your BFF warned you at the last minute. How much warning do you need?
Do not travel to meet someone you’ve never met until all the boxes have been ticked. Avoid emotional blackmail, it never did anyone any good. My own personal preference is to meet a guy on my own turf, then assess him. Only then is the idea of travelling for hookup (laced with child dedication) is possible.
Lastly, please please please and please avoid 2go like a plague. It’s a deadly app for hookups.
Who does 2go in 2015.?lol
Kizito, Thrys. Call me Kizito.
Brian Honey, apology accepted, sarcasm noted. Kiss Kiss.
Teflondon I would have called you stupid….but I refrain from saying so cos it will be an insult to stupid people. (IMO)
I was also a witness to this incident when it occurred and part of the party that rallied to free fabby from his captors.
The trauma was so crippling. If you have no sensible thing to say please STFU!!! your cheap theatrics stinks to the high heavens.
Oh, they gave you transport fare?. How considerate of the opportunistic, thieving bastards
JESUS CHRIST!! Jeez I dont even know what to say. im so sad and angry and pissed. whats baffling the most is that it’s we gays that are doing this to ourselves. dunno what to say, just really pissed, ive lost all composure. Plus il be going to visit someone in a neighboring state later today, is this a sign? Haaa!!
I’ve heard exactly four slightly different versions of this metting on 2go/manjam-visiting ASABA-PickedUpByOkadaMan-(insert ur worst nightmare here) story from actual survivors. It’s terrible. Beware, be wise, don’t be too nice, don’t be too horny.
Take heart. Give thanks that u surved.
Ah, 2go Teens-1. This is just like it. The atmosphere. The beef. The e-war. The entertainment.
Hmmm.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha, ‘you have suffered more than Job’. Obviously Gad, the post was put here not other to learn from it but berating the writer would serve what purpose? Are you berating him so that he would learn (if he hasn’t then he is not a very smart guy and than is coming from someone who has experienced it twice). He was cautious, almost too cautious even. He reason behind going was not necessarily sex inspired (going to a supposed friend’s child dedication, seems genuine to me), the mistake then was letting them get away with all they had done despite being amongst so many people.
Dennis also always advocates that one should not always cower in fear, but after being kidnapped and tortured overnight you lose all sense of courage. Those guys are very ruthless, my friend’s mother had to go to Asaba to take him home, he was hospitalized along with another person he met there.
I think i speak for Gad and our dear absent Dennis that we need to make use of every opportunity we have in these cases to ensure that these guys don’t win.
@Marius, my right hand is supporting my chin while watching how this pan out.
For Deola to be angry it shows it is righteous.
Sinnex thanks for calling a spade a spade or is it an idiot sef?
Sorry bout your ordeal Fabby.. Your story is very plausible with no loophole absolutely in my books but like Gad said, its painful that God delivered the uncircumcised philistines to your dormot but u turned blind, deaf, dumb, anosmic and numb all at once
Sorry, I can’t deal with reading kito stories. It just has a way of bringing up mixed emotions in me. Fabby, it is not your fault. You are clearly a good person and they used your empathy and not your horniness (as many readers here have failed to see) to get you. You went because of the cooked up story of his new born child and not because of his deltan dick.
Online hookups is such a bore. The thrill is just out the window for me. Karma will catch up with those guys in due time.
By the way, the comments though! Some people just need to chill! Easy on the tea spilling and popcorn munching…Lol!
Who’s complaining? You wil not leave Pinky jejely abi?
Hey Fabby, sorry about this. It’s a terrible situation when one gets into trouble just because you’re trying to be good…. It shouldn’t happen to anyone. Sorry!
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Oh boy!!!! did I have fun in d comments section today, I think I’m bloated from all the popcorn eating and tea drinking, but dang it was worth it.
Na wa oh! Thank God I sabi use my hand well well. Ain’t no way I’m putting myself in this situation at all. Thank God, the plank wey dem nack you no end you for there.
P.S: #JJCMode abeg wetin be Kito? I just dey join this blog. Naija gay terminologies are still strange to me. Na 4 weeks ago sef, I learn tb. lol
Keredim69 which sarcasm r u tokin abt mbok?
Hian!!!!
Ndi Oma KD!!!!
Unu Sokwa leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehh! !!
Masked Man, o gi kpatara nku dutere ngwere! O gi kpuru okwu na ese!
MacGray……. Daalu oru oooooooo!
Max………. Obiajulu!
Gad……….. Agadi anaghi eso umuazi agwo ofe.
Brain Collins……….. Duo onwe gi odu.
Tef………….. Nwata erughi eru waa ogodo, owuchie ya anya!
Chri……………. Ebe ka e ku?
Pinky…………….chikota ezi na ulo gi!
C’est ke na afio??????????
Hello Max, it isn’t really cool to doubt people’s sincerity. I didn’t know what “kito” was until after a couple of months on KD. I never got the ‘role’ question until I was in college; until college I didn’t know the “top, bottom, vers” terms, I used the old terms; until college I thought gays (sex) weren’t at risk of HIV, nothing I’d read mentioned gays next to HIV. The depictions were always of heteros. And on the “TB” ish, I thought it was a joke first time I read it.
And we’ll harangue some peeps for judging people’s stories as inconsistent.
How I wish I know what you are referring to
I’m sure your glasses needs renewal. I said since the blog has been launched to the public,the bloger doesn’t have right of ownership over it in the context that guys usually put it here. Eg, you have a private car.it carries only you but when you buy a bus and designate it for commercial use,it becomes a vehicle for public use. Except when one violates some laid down codes etc then he can be excused
Sorry.
Chai!
Laughed till I shed tears!
KD o!
This was not part of the package from the start naa or was it??!!