Nigerian Scam and Prevention
[QUOTE=Hesekiels]
However, now it would be even more interesting to know how Nigerian girls try to rip us off! The only try I can report about was one lady in Lagos who offered me her service for "500 USD only", which seemed to me slightly overpriced. :)....Cheers - Hesekiels[/QUOTE]
It will cost you something but you will save other people from scams.
Enter in touch with a Nigerian - or a Westafrican - girl through the internet (ICQ,Yahoo,Meetic,AfricanIntroduction,...) and on the trace of the mentioned video pretend to believe what she writes and says on chatting.
Then check where the internet access is coming from and send a gift by DHL so that you can wait for the biker delivering it.
Fly to Nigeria - or to the country where she pretends to be.
Maybe you will arrive to meet a team of smart boys operating from an internet cafe in Lagos or Benin City collecting money, presents and related items.
Don't forget to store your video in the You Tube!
Nigeria or Ghana?Eternal Question
[QUOTE=Alew217]USA guy here wondering just how safe is it in Lagos? I have heard many stories and most people tell me to forget Nigeria and go instead to Ghana.[/QUOTE]
If you are a black one, you should have no problem untill you keep your mouth shut.
Dress as they dress, walk as they walk, do not be undecided at the junctions, move your body as they do.
Manifestate your nationality only after considerating the enviroment where you are.
If white, well ... it would be too hard to take care of yourself that it is reasonable to avoid Nigeria for Ghana: almost same people, same English - even better understanable - same good attitude but much less scam.
Anyway it seems to be the so called Biafra almost saver than places as Warri, Benin, Lagos, ...
One spokes me about Calabar as a save place.
Immagine anyway that it was possible to walk at night in Accra or Kumasi without any problem for me as "obroni" (=whity) along streets that even have no electrical public light.
Story on Campus Prostitution in Nigeria
Cover Story : Sexplosion On Campus
Posted by admin on 2007/2/5 12:04:45 (3307 reads)
Want easy sex? Go to the campuses of Nigerian universities and polytechnics. From citadels of knowledge, the nation’s tertiary institutions have become red-light districts, as female undergraduates sell their bodies
By Bamidele Johnson
Thirty minutes. That was how long it took two Lagos-based journalists to drink a bottle of beer each at an open-air bar in Calabar Museum, Calabar, capital of Cross River State. But it took them less than that to get the consent of two female undergraduates of the University of Calabar to keep them warm on their first night in the city. They had not seen the girls before, but it did not matter. The consent was secured on phone. Before then, as they drank, their eyes scanned the environment in the hope of finding girls that would warm their beds for the night. However, the frantic search was futile because the girls streaming in were either with men or waiting for them. The prospect looked very bleak. But in a flash, one of the journalists remembered that a friend in Lagos had told him fantastic stories about his visit to Calabar.
The friend, also a journalist, had limitless fun with girls during the four-day visit. He just may be of help, thought the man in Calabar. He reached for his mobile phone and called his friend in Lagos to announce that he was in Calabar and badly needed female company. “That is not a problem. Hang up, I will call back,” said the man in Lagos. Two minutes later, he called back, dictating a phone number. It was the number of one of the girls he’d slept with during his visit. He had spoken with the girl and she was expecting a call from the man in Calabar. “My name is John,” he told the girl, “and I got your number from my friend in Lagos. I am in Calabar with a friend and we would need company.” She got the message. The hardest part was over, as the girl asked where they were lodged and revealed where she was–the University of Calabar. The next stage was where to meet. Being unfamiliar with Calabar, the journalists relied on their phones. At that point, GSM seemed like an abbreviation of Global Sex Machine.
A meeting was fixed for an eatery. When the journalists got there, they called the number of the girl they had been speaking with and described what they were wearing. Two girls walked up to introduce themselves. The introduction continued over snacks. Minutes later, they were on their way to the hotel. “It cost us very little. We gave them N2000 each in the morning. They were happy and told us to call them again in the evening if we wanted,” recalled John. But there was no need. Having made friends with a male Calabar resident during the day, they secured a promise of similarly hassle-free sex for the next night. The resident, owner of a rich deposit of girls’ phone numbers, gave two to John and his friend. As they did on the first day, they called the girls and had them for the night. The girls, like those before them, were University of Calabar students, studying Economics. John was impressed, both with the sex and the conduct of the girls. “They spoke good English, discussed budget and political issues comfortably, dressed well and carried condoms,” he told TheNEWS.