dayokanu: Report yourself to the police for aiding traffiking

Virtueways: Go public,get ridiculed,abused,cursed-still let the world know about the incident.then go to a priest and confess after that go to God and confess and beg for forgiveness so that when you eventually die you will find peace.

dotcom_na_me_na_me:
NOTE: After this confession, I will close this email and you may not be able to reach me through it again.

This is for identity reason, as I have been warned not to disclose this. I also know that NAPTIP or how do they call them, will come after me.

I need to avoid this. I’m not educated, but I have to trust someone to write this piece for me for your newspaper. At least I can read, so I can monitor all the comments that will pour in as a result of my distasteful act.

I’m ready to receive any kind of insult, and possibly commit suicide if…

This is not fictitious. I confess with tears streaming from my eyes. Do not pity me. I don’t pity myself. I consider myself a greedy fool who doesn’t even deserve to live for just another day.

Permit me to tell you how it all started. I had a child out of wedlock. I couldn’t have taken the child to any particular man because none was going to accept him either.

This is because of the kind of life I have lived as a young girl of 24. Quite frankly, I was a prostitute. I can’t tell who the father of my baby is, even as I make this confession. I decided to keep the child just to avoid all the embarrassment associated with this.

I live in the East. It is difficult to survive down here, considering that I also had a baby to care for. My baby was just 9 months when it all happened. I was fed up with life, and I told one of my friends that I was ready to sell my baby to survive so long as I know he would be safe.

She passively laughed at my ignoble assertion. However, two weeks after we discussed, some people called me from the North, that they would like to meet me. I thought they were my usual customers, until I saw two men in my small apartment three days later. T

hey said they were informed that I was willing to sell my child. I asked how they got to know, and they showed me their identity cards. They were police officers and had been asked to do the transaction with me on behalf of a man whose identity they kept secret.

At first, I was scared. And I told them angrily that I was not that kind of person. They were so persistent that they even showed me the cheque signed by one of the officers. I ordered them out of my room and they left that day.

I thought they would be calling me to bother me, but they didn’t. I was full of regrets. I was caught in between constant thought of the money and the adverse effect of losing my child to a total stranger. Different ideas were circling in my head, until I took one last decision.

I picked up my phone after three days of my meeting with the police officers and I asked them to come down as I had accepted to do the transaction. They had warned me that it won’t be very funny if at the end I still go ahead to treat them the way they were treated the last time they came; but I assured them of my total cooperation.

They came again the next day. I was sobbing when they walked in. Yes, I was crying for my child because I knew that after that day, I won’t see him again. They came in a police van, apparently to take my child away with it.

They said the Alhaji who wanted the child was waiting. I asked whether my child was going to be killed. They took pity on me and told me that the man who wanted the child never had a child, and that had occasioned their trip down to the East in search of a child.

They assured me that nothing was going to happen to the child, but that I should take my mind off my baby, as I was never going to see him again. They said that after the payment had been made, the child would cease to be mine.

I wept as I handed over my child to one of them who sat at the back of the van. We drove to one of the banks where the transaction took place. Sincerely, my account was credited and they left. Ten minutes after their departure, I collapsed in the bank premises in tears, leaving many people to wonder what could be wrong with me.

I called them to return my child but they said it was too late.

The painful aspect of my trouble is that I didn’t use the money to do any reasonable thing. As I speak to you, my account has gone down, and I can’t really point to any reasonable thing I have done with the money, apart from the car that I bought few months after the incident.

People around me don’t know what happened to my child as I keep telling them that my baby is with my mum in the village.

I’m making this confession because I doubt if I may survive this CURSE I have brought upon myself. The last cry of my baby re-echoes each time I’m alone. I hear him cry into the silence of the night when I’m alone in my room.

I have not known peace since I sold my child. I have had accident up to ten times since the fateful day. None of the accidents was unconnected to absence minded.

The guilt continues to live in me. Now, I’m contemplating suicide. All I want is your advice as I find very useful comments on this site each time I log in with my phone.

I hardly make comments but I read your confession segment a lot. I always console myself with people who have big problems like me. Please tell me what to do.

I want to get my child back, but I don’t even have a clue on what to do. I don’t even know exactly where my child is now. I think I have been so foolish. Don’t feel any remorse for me. Give me the best advice – exactly what you would tell your sister if she found herself in my shoes.

I am waiting.
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oniwo: Tale by moon light.
If this is real, your child is not loss. First the service provider can help in certain capacity in detecting the buyers.
Second, report all those you told that you want to sell you child to human right activists.
Third, the bank can use the chelque no and name to detect the buyer.

CyberG: This story can hardly be believed and I will just have to be FRANK.

1. Are you talking about the same iboland (East) that OnlyLIES, AfamLoser4Eva, Dende, Okenawg0, arzeLITTLE, and other small ibo tribalists have said is London, New York, Paris, Canaan, etc all-in-one? A place where they are all billionaires and better than every other parts of Nigeria who have larger cities, higher GDPs, more education, etc? Some iboz have been lying I think.

2. You say life is difficult in iboland and YES that is TRUE, MOST Nigerians know that. That is why the SW are so gracious; they let iboz into their wide borders and enjoy their culture, education, sophisticatedness, etc founded on thousands of years of evolution on diplomacy but what do your lucky iboz folks do? They abuse their hosts, the reason 30,000+ was killed in the North before ojuku's madness of a war. Chief Obafemi Awolowo who was one of the pillars for an educated, organized society in Nigeria and the SW and from whom benefit a LOT till today instead of being appreciated is being denigrated, NOT that their useless opinions count anyway. Meanwhile, the greatest achievement of ibozx leader ojuku is the killing of 2 small girls as he scrambled to get on a plane to Abidjan as well as leading his sheepish followers to a 3 M+ dead costly war.


3. Does it mean all the ibox billionaires in ibo villages cannot even help? No family to help? No community to help? You could not even tell anyone because they would laugh at you and disgrace you because you only needed a little bit of help to get going? How much was all the help that could have been needed financially? Lots of folks like you moved to the fertile lands of the SW and Northern Nigeria and they end up doing very well, something they could not in iboland. iboz should know they ar just ordinary human beings, no pride in being small today and laughing at your situation, so much you can't even tell them; you sold your flesh for 4 M ?

4. Now though, you've woken up and want your baby back, do you have the 4 M refund of purchase? If this Alhaji (hopefully) kept the baby and he has grown a bit now, do you think it's fair to just give him his money back and take your baby? If you'd offered to just marry him just to be able to keep your baby since you many not even have 4 M, it is your ibo folks that will be the first to curse you again. See where I am going with this?



5. When you were having the hard time, if all you had done was move to Oyo, Lagos, Ogun, Osun, etc; squat with someone while you found a way to start a business with just 25,000; live a decent live, you might in fact be getting ready to marry a decent young man over there in a few short years and have some money of your own. Bottomline is we all know its not easy and stories like these hopefully help iboz to wake-up and stop their self-deception.

2goodbobo: Money they say is the root of all evil. You knew you would want to have your cake back yet you ate it all!

2goodbobo: Money they say is the root of all evil.4RM ALL INDICATION I TINK POOVERTY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL...knew you would want to have your cake back yet you ate it all!

whitecat007: ibos, shior!! anything for money. she did not sell it to any Alhaji. she used it for money ritual and did not get a dime out of it

dotcom_na_me_na_me:
They assured me that nothing was going to
happen to the child, but that I should take
my mind off my baby, as I was never going
to see him again. They said that after the
payment had been made, the child would
cease to be mine.

hardbody:


It is interesting reading your self aggrandizing justification. It is also shocking how myopic people like you think. There is no economy, nay community where poverty or being rich is so widespread that you cannot find a below average person. We have lots of them even in the western world, I guess the fundamental difference is that everyone can either afford the basic necessities of life or have same provided via a working welfare system. Having said that, are you aware that even if we adjudged what this lady did as being wicked or stupid, depending on how you see it, she has given the child a life different from what some other girls would have done and still doing namely suffocating or dumping the child in one dry well? Someone admits to a wrong and all you do is vilify not just the person but whole ibo race. You need to go through a functional literacy programme to develop your arrested mental growth. Just an advice.

Skynet247: I wonder if sonny cerson,mother of ben carson and his brother.were to had dat kind of ur mentalily.. Had sold them to a stranger...becuz she was without a man... The world would have misd a great neoruosurgeon at ben carson... She brez up...n trained them by herself to make them stars...which they are today... So many great men today had similar stories...but there mothers prefer being mocked than killing this precious star...who knows he mayb da saviour nigerian needs, jus imagine it...if SONNY CARSON where to sell BEN CARSON... Who would have divide da siemens? I raise my case

yeye4live: Igbo pple re realy greedy dats d truth,u can't see a yoruba person or hausa doing such,I tank God am not ibo dey chase mone wit dier life