Something that goes on well within Nigerian folks is extortion! They are quick to extort on different basis. They lie to set you up, and then, threaten you till they get you forcefully compensating them.
It is now based on the current incident in my house. But before I report, I would swiftly like to share with you an external extortion I experienced.
It happened sometime last year, after all my bragging of not having anything to do with 2go. I was convinced by my younger sister to have another account. I opened this account, and on the day, I met this guy. His profile picture was fantastic, against what he naturally looked like. We chatted throughout the night, he had my BlackBerry pin, and then we made an agreement of meeting the next day.
We met the next day. Before he came through, he delayed, as he was surveying me. I began to wander. I wandered for about an hour. During this time, I was chatting with Waheed. Waheed is my Facebook friend, and I have him on BBM. I was chatting with him, asking him why he's on costume, with friends. It was obviously a festivity in Australia, which I thought was Halloween.
As I stood and logged around, I was in fear. I didn't want anyone to come to mess me up because I was loitering. The Lord forsaken animal turned up eventually, after all the stress. He came in with good regard, "Hey. Sorry I kept you waiting. I was trying to get things done." I thoughtlessly replied, "it's not any problem. How are you?" From there, personal introduction began. We didn't stand at a spot. No, we didn't! The wander I had been wandering continued. He took me pass places I won't recognise when heading back. He told me were on our way to his aunt's house, and it is just a ston-throw from were we were. I said okay, exhilaratingly.
We continued to walk pass stone-throw. It was already becoming journey to Canada by legs, from Nigeria. I had two phones then. The one I had been using, and the one I had just been given, which I was supposed to drop one two days after this occurencence. I stopped to check what the time was. It was some minutes before 2, since after 10. I told him I was running out of time, that we had do what we had to. He said, "Okay. Is that your phone? It's fine." "Oh, yes. It's mine. Thank you. I was given just yesterday." I was flushed in honour, but I never knew he doesn't deserve it a drop.
Then he asked, "can I see it?" I didn't think twice, I just handed it over. And then he checked, and then clasped it in his left hand, as we walked. He suddenly stopped walking at about 3minutes time, and asked, "could we talk?" I said yes. We stood by the road, on a pavement. He asked, "what if I said I am not gay?" I looked around, shaking, to be sure if he was talking to me. I said, "it's no problem. How can I leave this place? And can I have my phone? " He looked at me and smiled. He said, "you are tamed. And you aren't going anywhere. There's a military zone around, and I will take you there, if you don't cooperate. Although, I like you. Why are you gay? Don't you know it is against God?" I laughed with less courage. I said to him, "do you know how I feel? I am utterly against gay people who persistently have sex. They are prone to death. I have lost friends. I have cried, and you are here to set me up? So sad!" He looked at me. I talked sense into him. I continued, "listen, I am not afraid to die. People know me for this. You want to shout? You want to take me to your friends at the military zone? Fine! I am ready. But let me have my phone. I'd like to call my parents. " He asked me who my parents were, and I told him not to worry about them. I scared him! He told me if I wanted my phone back, I will have to transport him. fortunately for him, I had #100, which I gave out to benevolently. My phone was returned, and he showed me the way back to my destination.
Further to this year, after my parents found out that I am gay, my phone was later returned sometime last week, my brother has been threatening me. He collects my phone, and asks me to bail it out. He won't and can't be questioned. He has bestowed authority by my parents. I have spoken to Damilola about this, and she told me to employ perseverance, which I have been doing.
I need a better life of security. Thanks for viewing. This is my experience.
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