This story is touching and
shocking and I hope we all learn..
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 of
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 noone 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

[quote author=amzee]This story is touching and
shocking and I hope we all learn..
BRO PLS CONTINUE.