I’m 26 years old and last year after
graduating from one of the
Polytechnics in Nigeria, I couldn’t
get a job. I needed to travel out of
the country to better my life and
that of my family. I planned on
going to Turkey but fell into the
hands of dupes who gave me fake
documents and I was thrown out
of the Turkish embassy during my
interview and almost got arrested.
Standing outside, I met an old
acquaintance, a young guy I met
through a mutual friend. I found
myself telling him about my plight
and how I had been duped into
paying for fake documents.I told
him how my dad sold his plot of
land to ensure I traveled. How was
I going to tell them their money
went down the drain?
He then told me the best thing was
to tell them I got the visa , so when
my dad sends money for my flight
ticket, I use it to go to Malaysia. He
said he had an agent who would
help me and also give me a job
once I get there. He said several
guys had gone to Malaysia too.
I told my excited parents that I got
the Visa and would need money
for my flight. I raised 600
thousand naira which was sent to
the agent I had never met and was
given a 1 month visa. I got to
Malaysia expecting to see the
agent but never did. It was 3
weeks, no job, and paying my hotel
bill, I had exhausted all my money.
The so-called agent I had been
calling suddenly switched off his
phone. It was one week to the
expiration of my visa.
So I decided to step-out and find
other Nigerians who could help
me. I was unsuccessful as the two
guys I knew way back in Nigeria
were club bouncers and had no
connections. Was shocked because
they claimed to be big boys.
I was on my way back from one of
my unsuccessful outings. I was
wondering what to do when a
short Indian man intercepted me.
“Hello my friend you looking for a
job? I have a job for you. How will
you like to earn 3 thousand dollars
a month? I was speechless” He told
me “Lets go and have a drink and
talk about it”
I was so happy. He took me to a
spot not far from where we met. It
was like a private house and I saw
two other Black boys who the man
introduced me to saying they were
also beneficiaries of the job. I was
just about to ask what the job was
when a waiter brought me a drink
and he told me to give him a
minute to bring papers which
would show me my job
description.
I don’t know what happened next.
I found myself in an uncompleted
building. I was confused at first
and felt I was dreaming. But the
cold was unbearable to be a mere
dream and the sharp pain on the
side of my belly was too intense to
be real. I saw my shoes on the
floor. I was confused. How did I
get here? What about the job? Did
I loose my chance by getting too
drunk? Then I recalled I didn’t
drink alcohol. I decided to put on
my shoes when I noticed my legs
were so swollen my shoes didn’t
size me anymore..
I left the place with no money in
my pocket, didn’t even know
where I was. I tried to ask some
Arabs to help but no one even
listened to me. As I kept walking, I
saw 2 security men and walked up
to them. They were Nigerians and
after telling them about my plight,
they took pity on me and asked me
to sleep in the factory where they
worked for the night. They gave
me some pain killers to relieve
me.But advised me to go for a test
the next day. The next day I told
them I had no money to even go
for a checkup and I was probably
going to be deported as I had just
one week for my visa to expire.
The elderly one told me there was
a job opening as a life guard at
some private beach. I couldn’t be
more grateful.
I took up the job but the
reoccurring belly ache which I kept
suppressing with pain killers was
getting more intense. Then after
rescuing someone who almost
drowned, the intense stress which
accompanied that made me fall ill.
And after several tests, they
couldn’t ascertain what was
wrong with me. I had used up all
the little money I earned from my
job as a life guard and I had no
option but to give myself up to the
authorities so I could be deported
since I couldn’t pay for my flight
ticket .
I returned to Nigeria seriously ill
and my parents took me from one
hospital to the other and they
couldn’t detect what was wrong
with me. We went to several prayer
houses even very popular miracle
pastors who claimed it was evil
people from my village chasing me.
Destiny killers they said. I was
ordered to fast for 21 days and
four days later I collapsed . Then
my father ran into an old classmate
who owned a hospital. He told him
about my plight and he told my
dad to bring me over.
He ordered a full scan to be run on
me and while I was alone, he came
to me and said” Young man, why
did you have one of your kidney’s
removed?” I was shocked ‘My
Kidney? Sir I don’t get”. He
smiled”At least if you want to have
your kidney removed, do it well.
You must have earned a few
millions from it so what did you do
with the money? Why didn’t you
treat yourself properly?”””
I was confused and I insisted I
knew nothing and he showed me
the scan. Yes one kidney was
missing. He also said the closure
was perfectly done and skin was
used to cover up the stitch. He said
only Indians did such perfect
cover-ups. After insisting there
was a mistake somewhere, the
doctor said the fact was one of my
kidneys was removed and he told
me the dangers of selling my
kidney which many Nigerian
youths do these days to make
quick cash I was in tears and I told
him I didn’t know what he was
talking about then I recalled the
Indian man I met who told me he
had a job for me .
It hit me that that man had me
drugged and took me to an
unknown place and had my kidney
removed and then dumped me in
that building.
Now I’m a 26 year old man who
put my parents through hell and
I’m now living on one kidney and
very ill. I keep hoping this one
doesn’t develop a problem. I want
youths to be careful of where they
go to and who they interact with.I
just found-out its a cartel and
several African jobless youths have
been trapped and have their
kidneys removed without their
knowledge ..
It’s a wicked world..infonig

Dumbo ...how did they cut you open leaving no sign for you to know you were operated upon? Why ona jess de give false stories so?

bigtt76: Dumbo ...how did they cut you open leaving no sign for you to know you were operated upon? Why ona jess de give false stories so?

its like u did'nt read d story well bro,...it was done by india expect doctors. Anyway, am nt d victim i wrote dis story 2 let pepl knw wats hapning in malaysia so dat der won't fall a victim.

O boy so na kidney them de thief for that side

O'Riley:
O boy so na kidney them de thief for that side

dats d new trend oh!

worry 359: Pathetic story by pathetic poster!!

How can you have had a kidney removed and not know?
Totally NOT POSSIBLE!
You would have operation scar on left or right side about the level of your belt, VERY OBVIOUS!
No so called doctor even in Nigeria would miss this, no need for a scan!
Doctor would know in 5 seconds if a kidney had been taken!
Next you will tell us that heart had been taken and you did not notice!

IF you are going to write fairy story fiction then get facts correct and do not insult people!

Lol. Bullshit story that only a toddler will believe

Very funny are u sure it was malaysia? Unbearable cold in malaysia? funny may be u mean Unbearable Heat