By How my boyfriend almost used me for rituals -University undergraduate tells BBN
The incessant stories about the increase in ritual activities amongst young people sometimes appear to be fables but continuous occurrences seem to confirm that this issue is nothing but true. Recently, pant theft has reportedly been on the increase with the believe that internet fraud stars use them for ritual purposes.
BlackBox Nigeria recently came across an undergraduate in one of Nigeria’s most prestigious universities who disclosed that she was once almost a victim of rituals by somebody she was in love with.
Read her story below…
I have read several stories about ladies pants being used for ritual by yahoo boys and I must tell you this is nothing but real,” she started her story.
Some years back, before they started using pants, I was almost a victim of this ritual thing. I was a student of the popular University of Technology owned by two states where I was dating this really nice guy. I later discovered he was into internet fraud which was quite common among students of the school.
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Our relationship was very on point and I even gave him my virginity. For almost two semesters, I and Wale were waxing stronger and I was the envy of my friends as he kept showering me with gifts, intact I was one of the first people who used iPhone 6 when it first came out.
Unknown to me, Wale was not just a yahoo boy but also a ritualist. It was only my mother’s prayers that saved me. It happened that I was on my period at one time like that but he still insisted I come over even though I made it clear to him that we couldn’t have sex, he said he didn’t mind but only wanted me around.
He was staying in town while I lived in campus but it wasn’t too much stress getting over to his. On getting to his place, we both went out to eat at a nearby canteen and returned back to his apartment for the night. I had to shower before I slept so I removed my used sanitary pad and wrapped it in a nylon which I left in his bin. I showed and used strapped on another pad then went to bed to join him. He didn’t shower that night but nothing arose my suspicion as most times, he only showers after we have sex.
The following morning, I had a class so I needed to leave quite early. By the time I came out of his bathroom where I went to have my bath, he was not in the room. I just figured he got an urgent call so I went on to dress up for class.
As I was about leaving, I just remembered the used sanitary pad I dropped in his bin and felt it was not cool to leave it there as it might pose me as a dirty lady, so I decided to remove it and dispose it along with the one I just changed on my way back to school.
My dear, this was how I couldn’t find the pad in the bin. I searched and search and put my hands in the rubbish but didn’t find anything. What arose my suspicion was the fact that the bin still had all the diets from the previous night, if the whole bin had been disposed I would have thought the pad was also disposed with it. But the bin was intact except for the sanity pad I put there.
The antennas in my read started ringing and I remembered how people had started talking about those yahoo boys now graduating into yahoo plus which was said to be simply ritual. I quickly grabbed my phone to call him but he wouldn’t pick. I called for about 20 minutes after which he eventually answered, I just played it cool on phone and acted like I needed to discuss something with him before leaving for school. He showed up about 30 minutes later.
So I asked bros what happened to the pad I Kraft in the dustbin, oga first played ignorance and was forming annoyance, saying why would I be asking him such useless question. The wires in my own head too just touched and I started madness with him. I held on to his singlet and started shouting calling him all sort of names. The door was opened so in no time, neighbours came in to find out what was happening. This was about life and death so I even had no iota of shame. I told the neighbours what happened and told them to help me beg Wale to produce my used sanitary pad. The small crowd started as people from nearby houses and even passers by quickly heard the gist, Nigerians and aproko. So the people were asking him what he did to my pad and he kept denying, but I kept insisting shouting on top of my voice. I even had to produce the one I just removed that morning to show everyone that I was in-fact menstruating.
When it appeared that some of those who had join in were going to attack him and some others insisted we go to the police station, my boyfriend then admitted that he actually took the pad and begged that he be allowed to produce it. So some of the men followed him to somewhere around the staircase where he hid the thing. By this time, he was sweating profusely and begging not to be attacked by the mob.
So they said they were going to take him to the police station. Me I just collected my pad carried my stuff and found my way out of that place. That was how i stopped attending that school because I was scared he might reinforce some bad boys to attack. I was in 200 level while he was in his final year. I heard he was later rusticated but I never returned to the school.
I later wrote JAMB and passed, scaled through Post-UME and got admission into the University of Agriculture.
That was how I escaped being used for rituals.
*Please note that images used are fictional depiction to represent the characters in the.
