I met Peter in a birthday party of one of my family friends, the Nwaifors. Tinyan, who was my intimate friend, was celebrating her twentieth birthday and I had gone there since in the morning on that day to rejoice with her.
I noticed Peter Nwadolor when he arrived in company of his friends, John and Paul. I was charmed by the rousing welcome accorded him and his friends by my friend and other members of the family. Tinyan introduced him to me as her cousin and we shook hands.
Peter struck me as a man with great comeliness. He was finely cut with pleasant eyebrows and well-arranged set of teeth. His handsomeness came to the fore when he smiled. Soon after the introduction, he gave Tinyan a fat envelope which contained money and asked my friend’s junior sisters to go and bring the gifts he brought from his car downstairs.
‘’He must be a rich man’’, I said to my friend ‘’Well, he is comfortable’’. Tinyan replied. ‘’He is a young promising business man’’ she added. I kept quiet and I struggled hard to concentrate on what I was doing. There was no doubt that I had already fallen in love with Peter. But soon after Peter was introduced to me, he called my friend and told her that he was going somewhere and that he would come back in thirty minutes’ time.
Around 7.00pm in the evening, the party started and people began dancing. By this time, Peter had not come back and I decided that I would not dance with anybody until he came. I was moody and at certain times, I went into my friend’s room to sleep on her bed.
When it was 11.30pm, Peter arrived with his friends, dressed in a big flying ‘’agbada’’. He now looked like a rich businessman than a mere struggling boy that I had seen in the afternoon. He smiled broadly at me when it was my turn to shake his hands and I reciprocated willingly with a broad smile. I was very happy when Peter requested me to dance with him. We had a pleasant time together that night and we later became lovers.
I was in love with him and though he lavished a lot of gifts and affections on me, he refused to take me to his home. I asked Tinyan several times whether her cousin was married and she told me, each time I asked that she was sure that Peter was not married. I pestered Peter several times to take me to his house but he only promised he would do that when it was time. Since I didn’t want this to break our relationship, I stopped pestering him.
My joy knew no bounds one day when Peter told me that the next week end he would come to pick me to his house. The Saturday he promised I woke up early to get ready for his arrival. He came and we soon arrived at his duplex. He took me to his bedroom and I was undressing myself when three giant men rushed in and seized me. They tied me with a rope. While this was happening, I didn’t see Peter. He came in later with an old man who looked fearful with charms all over his body. He made some incantations after which he went out of the room with Peter. After some time, the three men who tied me and shaved my hair came in and started loosening the rope.
They set me free and led me through the back door with a threat that I would lose my life if I discussed my ordeal with anybody. I came to know that Peter was a kidnapper who got his wealth from fetish means. ‘’Had I known that he was that kind of a person, I wouldn’t have gone out with him’’.
