john6006:
The role of the social media in building relationships and businesses cannot be overemphasised. But the negative aspects seem to be growing with mixed reactions after the death of Cynthia Osokogu who was killed by friends she met on social media.


Since the case of Cynthia went viral, ladies who were before now ashamed to share their experiences in the hands of bad guys have started talking.

Below is the near-death experience a young lady had with a man who was her BBM friend:

I am a girl who has fears, beliefs, reservations and just your regular typical Nigerian girl. This past few weeks has been one hell of a game for me. I have really been unsettled and I thought I share this story with you.

When Cynthia (the lady killed in the hotel room in Festac, Lagos) surfaced on the internet and various news media, I was scared and it brought back a whole lot of memories to me and also served as and eye opener. Many people castigated and criticised Cynthia (may her gentle soul rest in peace), but my point is, it could have been anybody, anybody at all.

We have met people through various social media. Some have ended up well, some have not but with painful memories. To cut the long story short, let me kindly share with you my encounter with social media especially the very popular Blackberry Messenger (BBM).

I am a graduate and currently serving in Kaduna. I could have runced it, but I needed somewhere to clear my head and forget about my ugly encounter. Here is my story.

I happened to have a married man as a contact on my BBM. He had been asking me out for over six months and I refused to date him. As time went on, he invited me clubbing with him when his wife was outside the country, and I went with him all night. We spent most of the night at Swe bar, Lagos.

I also met his clique of friends, married as well with their various mistresses. We had ‘mad’ fun. After all the clubbing and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel somewhere in Obalende. I felt sort of safe with him. We did not have s e’x, but he made sweet love to me and touched me in places I had never ever imagined.

He kissed me passionately but guess what? He did not have s e’x with me. We did all sorts but there was no penetration. So, to an extent, I trusted he was a good person to be around with. I did not know that it was all part of the plan.

He gave me N10,000 and put me in a cab to go home the next morning. We kept talking and chatting and sending na k’ed pictures to each other and he told me naughty things of how he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I blushed. We didn’t see for two weeks and that was because his wife just came back from Turkey.

One faithful evening, he pinged me that he was organising a beach party/boat cruise and that he would love for me to be his date and that he wanted to open a BBM chat, as a medium for his friends and my friends to interact. I was excited about it, I just wanted to have fun. I was able to get five of my very hot friends.

The BBM group opened and we got chatting. I also realise that majority of them were married and working in reputable firms. It was fun and we didn’t mind if they were married, we just wanted to have fun, as well as some other girls apart from my friends in the group.

We chatted exclusively, sent pictures to the BBM group to introduce ourselves, and we had opened group conversations pending the beach party. And as excited as we were, we went shopping for nice s e’xy beach wears.

The D-day finally came, we all assembled at the Lagos Island Boat Club. I was wowed because it was a high class party. We were cruising in a boat loaded with goodies drinks and hot babes, and as well ‘MARRIED MEN’. I did not care, I just said in my mind that I would not roll with married men anymore after this, that for now, all I wanted to do was to catch some fun. After all, I wasn’t paying bills.

We got there, it was a private beach resort. Most of the beach facilities I got to see there were owned by multinational companies. We got out of the boat, and went to where we were partying. It was a duplex made with wood. It was a very nice setting.

I felt comfortable because it even had a fence around it separating it from other beach houses around. So, there was privacy and of course bouncers (heavy looking guys) guarding the place. I said to myself, this must be heaven, I must be dreaming.

[b]Anyways, we felt free with each other because we had been chatting. It was 5:30pm and the party just started. We had drinks flowing from the private bar tender which happens to be owned by one of the men in the group. Reality struck when I realised that I was feeling dizzy and feeling really funny and light headed. Not only me, but other girls around me too noticed there was something strange about it.

I was also feeling Hot as hell! I had been drugged. They monitored us and when they knew the drug had really gone deep into our system, they moved us up into the main beach house. I could still see faces, but was too weak and Hot to react.

Mr B, the man who took me clubbing, carried me in his hands like a sacrifice and put me down on the floor just as other men also did with their girls. We were eight in numbers; 8 girls, 8 guys, and they all stri*ped us down and had s e’x with us.

I enjoyed it a bit because I was Hot. It was a mixed feeling because I cried, I moaned, but I did not know how many times he came into me. He pounded me hard. I was dizzy, but he grabbed me with force. All I could notice was the wedding ring on his finger. I thought of how wicked and miserable some married can be. How inhuman and heartless they could be.

All of them took turns in switching partners and slept with all of us. I passed out. That was the last thing I could remember. I felt water poured on me. I noticed all the other girls around me too were half na k’ed and some stark na k’ed.

We spent the night at the beach, but the men were no where to be found. I looked round me and all I could see was packs of used condoms. I ran to pick my cloths and possibly raise an alarm. I got dressed, found my phone with an envelope. It contained N16,000 and a note asking us to take N2000 each for transport. Tears of anger and rage filled my eyes and the girls around me as well.

“We were drugged and used like tissue paper. I grabbed my phone and noticed a ping came in. I checked my phone and I noticed the BBM group had been deleted, and a message via BBM from MR B came in. He threatened me that if I say a word to anyone, I would regret it.

I told him he was a bastard, and he said try it. A picture came in, several pictures. In fact, they were pictures of us being na k’ed on the floor. Pictures of the humiliating us but they blurred the faces of the men. In total, I got 20 pictures. I was not myself for a month.
[/b]
I went back to school, I had no one to talk to. The rest of the semester was hell for me. My CGPA dropped drastically. It was the worst out of the worst result I ever had.

Till today, my friends and I have not discussed this with anyone, but all I could do when I heard of Cynthia’s story was to narrate my own ordeal anonymously and spread the news, the word, and pray they (ladies who do runs) see it and changed their ways.

I am now born again. I have given my life to Christ. I fear men so much that I cannot even move close to them. I still have nightmares, but with time, God will strengthen me and I will move on. My advice to single ladies out there is, do not be desperate for fun. Pray to God to open your eyes of understanding, and pray hard. He who kneels before God will stand before kings and queens.

To all married women, pray hard to God to intervene in your marriages and turn your husbands from bad habits and bad friends. As for me, I do not think I ever want to get married or date a man again. That chapter has been closed for good in my life.

Please, do not ignore my mail. Please post it. There are a lot of things we ladies need to learn. Please post it on your blog and save a soul. It could be your friend, sister, cousin, neighbour.

God bless you as you pass it on. To all readers, I do not care if you insult me or rain abuses at me. My job is to share this encounter with you and save you from any mishap. God bless you all......


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Sometimes some ladies are just too cheap and promiscous on their own....and some will blame the married men for this.. My question is since u know he is a married man why will you still go out with him Awon oniranu obinrin..well thank God for ur life now!!!

She's a runs girl dats all....a lucky 1 tho

Engrpj:



Still dnt undstand can u explain further

She took her service.state in good fate because she needed a place to.clear her head after the.incident that occurred while she was still in school. you understand now?

I am sure they did share the money.

john6006:
The role of the social media in building relationships and businesses cannot be overemphasised. But the negative aspects seem to be growing with mixed reactions after the death of Cynthia Osokogu who was killed by friends she met on social media.


Since the case of Cynthia went viral, ladies who were before now ashamed to share their experiences in the hands of bad guys have started talking.

Below is the near-death experience a young lady had with a man who was her BBM friend:

I am a girl who has fears, beliefs, reservations and just your regular typical Nigerian girl. This past few weeks has been one hell of a game for me. I have really been unsettled and I thought I share this story with you.

When Cynthia (the lady killed in the hotel room in Festac, Lagos) surfaced on the internet and various news media, I was scared and it brought back a whole lot of memories to me and also served as and eye opener. Many people castigated and criticised Cynthia (may her gentle soul rest in peace), but my point is, it could have been anybody, anybody at all.

We have met people through various social media. Some have ended up well, some have not but with painful memories. To cut the long story short, let me kindly share with you my encounter with social media especially the very popular Blackberry Messenger (BBM).

I am a graduate and currently serving in Kaduna. I could have runced it, but I needed somewhere to clear my head and forget about my ugly encounter. Here is my story.

I happened to have a married man as a contact on my BBM. He had been asking me out for over six months and I refused to date him. As time went on, he invited me clubbing with him when his wife was outside the country, and I went with him all night. We spent most of the night at Swe bar, Lagos.

I also met his clique of friends, married as well with their various mistresses. We had ‘mad’ fun. After all the clubbing and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel somewhere in Obalende. I felt sort of safe with him. We did not have s e’x, but he made sweet love to me and touched me in places I had never ever imagined.

He kissed me passionately but guess what? He did not have s e’x with me. We did all sorts but there was no penetration. So, to an extent, I trusted he was a good person to be around with. I did not know that it was all part of the plan.

He gave me N10,000 and put me in a cab to go home the next morning. We kept talking and chatting and sending na k’ed pictures to each other and he told me naughty things of how he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I blushed. We didn’t see for two weeks and that was because his wife just came back from Turkey.

One faithful evening, he pinged me that he was organising a beach party/boat cruise and that he would love for me to be his date and that he wanted to open a BBM chat, as a medium for his friends and my friends to interact. I was excited about it, I just wanted to have fun. I was able to get five of my very hot friends.

The BBM group opened and we got chatting. I also realise that majority of them were married and working in reputable firms. It was fun and we didn’t mind if they were married, we just wanted to have fun, as well as some other girls apart from my friends in the group.

We chatted exclusively, sent pictures to the BBM group to introduce ourselves, and we had opened group conversations pending the beach party. And as excited as we were, we went shopping for nice s e’xy beach wears.

The D-day finally came, we all assembled at the Lagos Island Boat Club. I was wowed because it was a high class party. We were cruising in a boat loaded with goodies drinks and hot babes, and as well ‘MARRIED MEN’. I did not care, I just said in my mind that I would not roll with married men anymore after this, that for now, all I wanted to do was to catch some fun. After all, I wasn’t paying bills.

We got there, it was a private beach resort. Most of the beach facilities I got to see there were owned by multinational companies. We got out of the boat, and went to where we were partying. It was a duplex made with wood. It was a very nice setting.

I felt comfortable because it even had a fence around it separating it from other beach houses around. So, there was privacy and of course bouncers (heavy looking guys) guarding the place. I said to myself, this must be heaven, I must be dreaming.

[b]Anyways, we felt free with each other because we had been chatting. It was 5:30pm and the party just started. We had drinks flowing from the private bar tender which happens to be owned by one of the men in the group. Reality struck when I realised that I was feeling dizzy and feeling really funny and light headed. Not only me, but other girls around me too noticed there was something strange about it.

I was also feeling Hot as hell! I had been drugged. They monitored us and when they knew the drug had really gone deep into our system, they moved us up into the main beach house. I could still see faces, but was too weak and Hot to react.

Mr B, the man who took me clubbing, carried me in his hands like a sacrifice and put me down on the floor just as other men also did with their girls. We were eight in numbers; 8 girls, 8 guys, and they all stri*ped us down and had s e’x with us.

I enjoyed it a bit because I was Hot. It was a mixed feeling because I cried, I moaned, but I did not know how many times he came into me. He pounded me hard. I was dizzy, but he grabbed me with force. All I could notice was the wedding ring on his finger. I thought of how wicked and miserable some married can be. How inhuman and heartless they could be.

All of them took turns in switching partners and slept with all of us. I passed out. That was the last thing I could remember. I felt water poured on me. I noticed all the other girls around me too were half na k’ed and some stark na k’ed.

We spent the night at the beach, but the men were no where to be found. I looked round me and all I could see was packs of used condoms. I ran to pick my cloths and possibly raise an alarm. I got dressed, found my phone with an envelope. It contained N16,000 and a note asking us to take N2000 each for transport. Tears of anger and rage filled my eyes and the girls around me as well.

“We were drugged and used like tissue paper. I grabbed my phone and noticed a ping came in. I checked my phone and I noticed the BBM group had been deleted, and a message via BBM from MR B came in. He threatened me that if I say a word to anyone, I would regret it.

I told him he was a bastard, and he said try it. A picture came in, several pictures. In fact, they were pictures of us being na k’ed on the floor. Pictures of the humiliating us but they blurred the faces of the men. In total, I got 20 pictures. I was not myself for a month.
[/b]
I went back to school, I had no one to talk to. The rest of the semester was hell for me. My CGPA dropped drastically. It was the worst out of the worst result I ever had.

Till today, my friends and I have not discussed this with anyone, but all I could do when I heard of Cynthia’s story was to narrate my own ordeal anonymously and spread the news, the word, and pray they (ladies who do runs) see it and changed their ways.

I am now born again. I have given my life to Christ. I fear men so much that I cannot even move close to them. I still have nightmares, but with time, God will strengthen me and I will move on. My advice to single ladies out there is, do not be desperate for fun. Pray to God to open your eyes of understanding, and pray hard. He who kneels before God will stand before kings and queens.

To all married women, pray hard to God to intervene in your marriages and turn your husbands from bad habits and bad friends. As for me, I do not think I ever want to get married or date a man again. That chapter has been closed for good in my life.

Please, do not ignore my mail. Please post it. There are a lot of things we ladies need to learn. Please post it on your blog and save a soul. It could be your friend, sister, cousin, neighbour.

God bless you as you pass it on. To all readers, I do not care if you insult me or rain abuses at me. My job is to share this encounter with you and save you from any mishap. God bless you all......


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copy and paste !!! shikina

old story, read it more months ago on Facebook n one blog

All in the name of big girls... I am sure you have fiance or bf and still yet you going out with married men..

Vanity upon vanity, bible said all is vanity..

But why are you saying this now when the man already threaten you.. I dont know what to believe if this is a True life story or Nigerian home video

but na whick kind drugs the married men use on the girl, to make her hot and weak, does anyone know the name of the drug , so that we can tell nafdac to BAN it.

op sorry to hear, all ladies should learn from her story

its better to labour with a man who is young and has a future other than going after these rich married men, they could be ritualists, but thankGod for preserving you

Go and do thanksgiving Op

this story is an old story na, its almost 1 year old.

The lady in question is a runs girl so it doesn't bother me for a lady going out with a married man then come to tell how she was drugs or drunk which one, please this story, so far am concern doesn't hold water. guys.

john6006:
The role of the social media in building relationships and businesses cannot be overemphasised. But the negative aspects seem to be growing with mixed reactions after the death of Cynthia Osokogu who was killed by friends she met on social media.


Since the case of Cynthia went viral, ladies who were before now ashamed to share their experiences in the hands of bad guys have started talking.

Below is the near-death experience a young lady had with a man who was her BBM friend:

I am a girl who has fears, beliefs, reservations and just your regular typical Nigerian girl. This past few weeks has been one hell of a game for me. I have really been unsettled and I thought I share this story with you.

When Cynthia (the lady killed in the hotel room in Festac, Lagos) surfaced on the internet and various news media, I was scared and it brought back a whole lot of memories to me and also served as and eye opener. Many people castigated and criticised Cynthia (may her gentle soul rest in peace), but my point is, it could have been anybody, anybody at all.

We have met people through various social media. Some have ended up well, some have not but with painful memories. To cut the long story short, let me kindly share with you my encounter with social media especially the very popular Blackberry Messenger (BBM).

I am a graduate and currently serving in Kaduna. I could have runced it, but I needed somewhere to clear my head and forget about my ugly encounter. Here is my story.

I happened to have a married man as a contact on my BBM. He had been asking me out for over six months and I refused to date him. As time went on, he invited me clubbing with him when his wife was outside the country, and I went with him all night. We spent most of the night at Swe bar, Lagos.

I also met his clique of friends, married as well with their various mistresses. We had ‘mad’ fun. After all the clubbing and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel somewhere in Obalende. I felt sort of safe with him. We did not have s e’x, but he made sweet love to me and touched me in places I had never ever imagined.

He kissed me passionately but guess what? He did not have s e’x with me. We did all sorts but there was no penetration. So, to an extent, I trusted he was a good person to be around with. I did not know that it was all part of the plan.

He gave me N10,000 and put me in a cab to go home the next morning. We kept talking and chatting and sending na k’ed pictures to each other and he told me naughty things of how he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I blushed. We didn’t see for two weeks and that was because his wife just came back from Turkey.

One faithful evening, he pinged me that he was organising a beach party/boat cruise and that he would love for me to be his date and that he wanted to open a BBM chat, as a medium for his friends and my friends to interact. I was excited about it, I just wanted to have fun. I was able to get five of my very hot friends.

The BBM group opened and we got chatting. I also realise that majority of them were married and working in reputable firms. It was fun and we didn’t mind if they were married, we just wanted to have fun, as well as some other girls apart from my friends in the group.

We chatted exclusively, sent pictures to the BBM group to introduce ourselves, and we had opened group conversations pending the beach party. And as excited as we were, we went shopping for nice s e’xy beach wears.

The D-day finally came, we all assembled at the Lagos Island Boat Club. I was wowed because it was a high class party. We were cruising in a boat loaded with goodies drinks and hot babes, and as well ‘MARRIED MEN’. I did not care, I just said in my mind that I would not roll with married men anymore after this, that for now, all I wanted to do was to catch some fun. After all, I wasn’t paying bills.

We got there, it was a private beach resort. Most of the beach facilities I got to see there were owned by multinational companies. We got out of the boat, and went to where we were partying. It was a duplex made with wood. It was a very nice setting.

I felt comfortable because it even had a fence around it separating it from other beach houses around. So, there was privacy and of course bouncers (heavy looking guys) guarding the place. I said to myself, this must be heaven, I must be dreaming.

[b]Anyways, we felt free with each other because we had been chatting. It was 5:30pm and the party just started. We had drinks flowing from the private bar tender which happens to be owned by one of the men in the group. Reality struck when I realised that I was feeling dizzy and feeling really funny and light headed. Not only me, but other girls around me too noticed there was something strange about it.

I was also feeling Hot as hell! I had been drugged. They monitored us and when they knew the drug had really gone deep into our system, they moved us up into the main beach house. I could still see faces, but was too weak and Hot to react.

Mr B, the man who took me clubbing, carried me in his hands like a sacrifice and put me down on the floor just as other men also did with their girls. We were eight in numbers; 8 girls, 8 guys, and they all stri*ped us down and had s e’x with us.

I enjoyed it a bit because I was Hot. It was a mixed feeling because I cried, I moaned, but I did not know how many times he came into me. He pounded me hard. I was dizzy, but he grabbed me with force. All I could notice was the wedding ring on his finger. I thought of how wicked and miserable some married can be. How inhuman and heartless they could be.

All of them took turns in switching partners and slept with all of us. I passed out. That was the last thing I could remember. I felt water poured on me. I noticed all the other girls around me too were half na k’ed and some stark na k’ed.

We spent the night at the beach, but the men were no where to be found. I looked round me and all I could see was packs of used condoms. I ran to pick my cloths and possibly raise an alarm. I got dressed, found my phone with an envelope. It contained N16,000 and a note asking us to take N2000 each for transport. Tears of anger and rage filled my eyes and the girls around me as well.

“We were drugged and used like tissue paper. I grabbed my phone and noticed a ping came in. I checked my phone and I noticed the BBM group had been deleted, and a message via BBM from MR B came in. He threatened me that if I say a word to anyone, I would regret it.

I told him he was a bastard, and he said try it. A picture came in, several pictures. In fact, they were pictures of us being na k’ed on the floor. Pictures of the humiliating us but they blurred the faces of the men. In total, I got 20 pictures. I was not myself for a month.
[/b]
I went back to school, I had no one to talk to. The rest of the semester was hell for me. My CGPA dropped drastically. It was the worst out of the worst result I ever had.

Till today, my friends and I have not discussed this with anyone, but all I could do when I heard of Cynthia’s story was to narrate my own ordeal anonymously and spread the news, the word, and pray they (ladies who do runs) see it and changed their ways.

I am now born again. I have given my life to Christ. I fear men so much that I cannot even move close to them. I still have nightmares, but with time, God will strengthen me and I will move on. My advice to single ladies out there is, do not be desperate for fun. Pray to God to open your eyes of understanding, and pray hard. He who kneels before God will stand before kings and queens.

To all married women, pray hard to God to intervene in your marriages and turn your husbands from bad habits and bad friends. As for me, I do not think I ever want to get married or date a man again. That chapter has been closed for good in my life.

Please, do not ignore my mail. Please post it. There are a lot of things we ladies need to learn. Please post it on your blog and save a soul. It could be your friend, sister, cousin, neighbour.

God bless you as you pass it on. To all readers, I do not care if you insult me or rain abuses at me. My job is to share this encounter with you and save you from any mishap. God bless you all......


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Ave read dis story on dis platform b4, since u said u ar born again why hating men, and why do u said u will neva get married, dat means u ar nt a real Christian, d will of God 4 us is to procreate, so u ave to pray to God to lead u to ur would be husband n dont try changing God's plan.

Sounds like a true story. Those who are doubting, well may be you have your reasons, but.....

To the OP, since you said you are now born again, that's good. Allow the infinite love of God to work through you. That will heal you parmently so that the sad experience will stop hunting you.

As for marriage, pls don't close your mind to it because of this experience. All men are not the same as the ones in your story. There are husband materials out there. If you would trust God with all your heart, he will give you the loving husband that you will live happily with.

Besides, you can use this experience to counsel our restless young ladies who can easily play into the hands of this evil men.

Coldfeet:
Seat taken.


A tissue paper should not complain of being used and dumped!!!! That's what tissue papers are made for! A.k.a Toilet paper. I'm glad you've realised there's more to life than partying and having 'mad' fun! You've learnt your lessons albeit the hard way but you came out alive!!! So many others didn't and so much more who are still in it won't! If it hadn't happened that's way you may still be in it! That experience was your turning point! (I had mine too) No runs girl will read your story and deviate from that life, they too will have to have their own experience before their eyes are opened to the ills of "RUNS" the lucky ones like you and I will live to tell the story... The unlucky ones like Cynthia won't!! And sadly their stories would have been the bestsellers only if we could have them tell it themselves. May God Almighty have mercy on us all including the married men who allowed us into their lives!

ExRunsGirL.

i will tell you how the cycle continues. OPs male counterparts and future husbands are busy studying hard in school or working their ass off hustling for the paper(money) while OP and her babes are busy Blowing married men and sleeping in the best hotels up around town. fastforward 10 years from now,she is a drab ,bitter ,unemployed housewife watching as her husband(the yesterday poor boy in school)being sampled by fresher newer,crazier runs babes after MAD FUN! ***shaking my head***.
OPs story is one of the reasons most young men are scared to settle down with any of these so called naija wife material babes....

prostitution that went wrong.the most annoying thing is that you are aware that he is married.long throat.

I've read this about a year ago. Why push it to FP like a new story?

Thank GOD that you are now a born again Christian. But, if everything had gone smoothly, to become born again Christian would have been your last resort. But because you nearly lost your life, you quickly embrace CHRIST.
Since you now have a new life and identity as a Christian, expose the man and let him do his worst.

you are a corper in Kaduna, but went back to school to earn a CGPA.

You couldn't recount how many times he came inside you yet you saw packs of condoms.

You drank heavily got light headed but still certain you were drugged ?

you made love but never had sex.

Another dumb Nigerian on rampage

ireneony:
Just because of 10k she was carried away why wouldn't men look us cheap.
No matter the circumstances is very bad to date a married man, thank God I have never dated a married man in my life.
This girl get mind o, after having sex with a lot of partners, you turn born again to deceive the brothers in the church.

Loool. .is a lie jhr shes now a new born, shebi dey say old things hav passed away.

Shoutout to dem guys lookin for church galz, abi is it ex-runs gals

bigx:
na the 2k make them vex

seriously, if they had shared 50k each, there won't b dis thread. No one shld blame dose married men, me tink their mission was to humiliate all dis RGs. Besides, u can't b tripped in such a manner and xpet d men to wave u bye bye at d end, they knew what to xpet, may b not d drug way though and d 'chicken change' dat follows.

hensben:
Ashawo nor be work

Na profession

a plan shewing a thread belonging to a very stupid fellow



At first it was nysc towardz endin na school mtcheeeewwwww

Dannylux:
I had wanted to say "What a sad story" but then I realized it isn't really one to be described as such. The lady in question is wicked and greedy hence she was easily deceived.

You know he's married and you still wanted fun, really? You expected it would end differently?

Stop involving yourself with married men. Funny How the quest to have mad fun turned you into a born again.

Well done Chief Judge. U don talk reasonable thing for Ur mind abi? Oya clap for Urself

sauceny:
She deserves what she got...

I wish I could say that (May U also get what U deserve) but that will be cursing U cos I'm 100% sure Uve also made some ultra stu.pid acts in Ur life. Acts that deserve serious trashing.

kennygee:
People will never learn.

I don't know how girls who should be studying will prefer wayward lives with MARRIED men. For how much, Peanuts?

So U are intelligent enough to know She has been saved. Then Y the silly comment naa?

Nmeri17:
niiiice

***MURDIFIED***
OP you arr lucky that yu arr not the HORE in question. I for bash u wella this morning

I can deduce enough points from Ur comment to give U serious bashing too.

ireneony:
Just because of 10k she was carried away why wouldn't men look us cheap.
No matter the circumstances is very bad to date a married man, thank God I have never dated a married man in my life.
This girl get mind o, after having sex with a lot of partners, you turn born again to deceive the brothers in the church.

Seriously. GROW UP.

OLUJOSHINS:







I wish I could say that (May U also get what U deserve) but that will be cursing U cos I'm 100% sure Uve also made some ultra stu.pid acts in Ur life. Acts that deserve serious trashing.

Ok,why nt que em all up,cause they deserve on award for that,a trophy with a handshake.

Coldfeet:
Seat taken.


A tissue paper should not complain of being used and dumped!!!! That's what tissue papers are made for! A.k.a Toilet paper. I'm glad you've realised there's more to life than partying and having 'mad' fun! You've learnt your lessons albeit the hard way but you came out alive!!! So many others didn't and so much more who are still in it won't! If it hadn't happened that's way you may still be in it! That experience was your turning point! (I had mine too) No runs girl will read your story and deviate from that life, they too will have to have their own experience before their eyes are opened to the ills of "RUNS" the lucky ones like you and I will live to tell the story... The unlucky ones like Cynthia won't!! And sadly their stories would have been the bestsellers only if we could have them tell it themselves. May God Almighty have mercy on us all including the married men who allowed us into their lives!

ExRunsGirL.

So because of this dubious story that has been told over and over again with many twists and turns, you came out here to announce to the whole world that you an ex runs girl.

Hmmm! Some girls get mind sha.

fluxview:
this story is an old story na, its almost 1 year old.

It was trending that time, on nl.

I remember posting on such threads.

Coldfeet:
Seat taken.


A tissue paper should not complain of being used and dumped!!!! That's what tissue papers are made for! A.k.a Toilet paper. I'm glad you've realised there's more to life than partying and having 'mad' fun! You've learnt your lessons albeit the hard way but you came out alive!!! So many others didn't and so much more who are still in it won't! If it hadn't happened that's way you may still be in it! That experience was your turning point! (I had mine too) No runs girl will read your story and deviate from that life, they too will have to have their own experience before their eyes are opened to the ills of "RUNS" the lucky ones like you and I will live to tell the story... The unlucky ones like Cynthia won't!! And sadly their stories would have been the bestsellers only if we could have them tell it themselves. May God Almighty have mercy on us all including the married men who allowed us into their lives!

ExRunsGirL.

Ex-ashawo not exRunsgirl

OLUJOSHINS:






So U are intelligent enough to know She has been saved. Then Y the silly comment naa?

Don't you think its too early to want to be insulted?