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|Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 3:55am On Jun 18, 2015|
This is actually a true life story that i want to share with us all. An experience never to be forgotten easily. These experiences are what many Nigerians go through in Malaysia and other Asian countries in the name of travelling abroad..
please grab a bottle of ..........., pop corn and seat back, relax as you enjoy this story.
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by Nobody: 3:57am On Jun 18, 2015|
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by Nomzylicious(f): 3:59am On Jun 18, 2015|
This land is not for sale
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by tdayof(m): 4:51am On Jun 18, 2015|
Jayjustus come and see your story
Op fire on.
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by GboyegaD(m): 5:28am On Jun 18, 2015|
Looking forward to reading the full story.
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by Hammefeez: 5:29am On Jun 18, 2015|
Where is this Op naaa?
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by enoqueen: 5:31am On Jun 18, 2015|
This op just put person for iscoming
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 5:43am On Jun 18, 2015|
I have always wanted to travel overseas for my University education. Even when I was younger, I used to tell me dad that I would like to study Abroad for my University. As time went on, my disturbed my dad about it which caused him to make me a promise that my post graduate would be done abroad.
Years later, I got admission into the university. Life was so sweet and great with me, and having a nice roommate, oliseh was also awesome. Things were going on fine, not until second semester of my 100level came, Oliseh relocated to Malaysia to continue his education. I didn’t know how he said his dad was able to raise money for him and he travelled to Malaysia. But we still maintained contacts. We chatted regularly on facebook and calls. He would tell me how beautiful life is in Malaysia and how I would enjoy life to the fullest if I come. He often sends me photos of that place.
A year later, during the Christmas period, Oliseh landed into Nigeria. He came in with a brand new Prado jeep. He got me cloths, accessories and so many things that I began wondering how he got all the money within a space of one year he travelled to Malaysia. Na so oliseh gist me ooo. He said he was a student and also a worker. He goes to classes for 5 hours and 6 hours for work. “But na which kind work this guy dey do wey just give am dis kind money,” I wondered within myself. Because one of my uncle who works in one of the new generational banks and collects a salary of N120,000 can’t even afford a second hand car worth N1.5million talk more of a second hand Prado jeep.
Oliseh told me he was into a lucrative computer business, importing goods into Malaysia and selling to the citizens. “Hope say Yahoo or Yahoo plus no dey,” I asked, just to be sure. “Ah ahnnnn. Wetin you dey talk sef. I no dey do yahoo nah. Me nah pure business man ooo.” He told me there was money, plenty of it to be made in that country Malaysia. That I can even clock $1million within my first 6 months. Na so I believe this guy. I was happy for me. He even promised to help me with my papers when I graduate so I can come over. Na so me happy oooo sey I go soon go join my guy for Malaysia. The way he talked about the country, I was almost believing that people can even pluck money from trees in that country.
Before my guy Oliseh went back to Malaysia, he gave me some money and told me when am ready to come I should inform him so he can help me with my papers. After Oliseh left, it just looked as if I was no longer myself anymore. All my thoughts, dreams, visions were all directed to Malaysia. When I have any dream, I see myself in Malaysia. If I wake up, it looks as if I woke up in Malaysia. I eat, it looks as if am eating Malaysian food. I walk out of my house, it will look as if I walked into Malaysia. When I look at people, my parents and siblings around me, it will look as if am looking at Malaysians. Up to the extent that when I drink water, I assumes that’s water from Malaysia. When I even look up to the skies, I will sea Malaysia boldly written up there. Everything I see, do, looks Malaysia to me. I just want to be in Malaysia as soon as possible. My mind was no longer settled, even in my academics. It looks as if Malaysia was calling.
....... to be continued...........
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by olaopts: 6:54am On Jun 18, 2015|
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by samtol4(m): 7:38am On Jun 18, 2015|
Interesting ...space booked
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by JayJustus(m): 8:02am On Jun 18, 2015|
grabs chin chin and kilishi...I'm in Malaysia too...lemme hear you out
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by Nobody: 8:09am On Jun 18, 2015|
Following... I hope the story makes sense
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by fighal(m): 8:38am On Jun 18, 2015|
Chewing Kolanut as I listen... Son go on
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by femo86(m): 8:52am On Jun 18, 2015|
Shikira, go call ur sisters and Iya Sule...tell dem say part 1 never finish oooo, make dem come siddon.
Tell Iya Aminat too oooo, i don book space down for her. Dis film go dey interesting bajebaje
Grab Amala and Ewedu with ponmo
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 9:26am On Jun 18, 2015|
I told my dad that I was no longer interested in going to school in Nigeria anymore, that I would love to go to Malaysia to start afresh. My dad laughed as if I was joking. But he realized I wasn’t when I came back home from school a particular weekend. I refused going back to school. I told my parents that I was no longer going to school in Nigeria again. That they should get me a Malaysian visa, that my friend over there would help me so I could go there to school. Na so my papa begin para oooo. My mom thought I had been bewitched, that her enemies had gotten her through me. She even went as far as inviting some pastors to the house. Me sef no bother. Each time I hear or see some of them pray, it looks as if am seeing them praying that God should change the mind of my parents to sponsor my trip to Malaysia to join my boy Oliseh. My dad said he wasn’t going to sponsor me for that kind of trip, that I should finish up my bachelor’s degree first then when it comes for my post graduate, he can sponsor me to anywhere. But I no gree. My mom begged, pleaded for me to go back to school. At a time they even suggested I went for mental/ psychological assessment to check if I was in my right senses. It took the intervention of so many family members, family friends, so many pleas and my father’s refusal to sponsor that trip that I finally decided to go back to school after over a month staying at home due to my stubbornness that I wanted to travel to Malaysia. Thank the merciful God that I didn’t carry any course or had any academic problems that semester.
After my 200level semester examinations, we went for 2 months break. When the school resumed, another 2 of my friends had joined Oliseh in Malaysia. Infact I began to hear so many tales of Malaysia again. May people travelling to that country. It seems as if many Nigerians are falling into that country. It was a pity that I lost contact with my friend, oliseh. I didn’t know what happened. I just woke up one morning and discovered his facbook account was no longer active. Every means of contacting Oliseh was no longer active any more. For good one month, I was not myself. It looked as if I had lost a big treasure. It looked as if I had lost my helper, the one who would lift me up in Malaysia, and I blamed it on my family. It was pretty difficult for me moving forward but I finally did hoping that one day I would hear from him again.
Second semester 400level, I just returned from lecture this beautiful afternoon when I checked my facebook and discovered I had a message. I checked it and it was a classmate of mine, Barnabas who was in the same department with me. It was a long time since we saw last. I thought he dropped out of school, not until he started gisting me that he dropped out of school and moved to Malaysia. He said he was right in Malaysia chatting with me and that month would make it 6months he arrived Malaysia. Immediately I heard “Malaysia,” na so my adrenaline pumped up. It looked as if I experienced an electric transfer power. I was so happy. I had lost oliseh, it seems God has sent another person from Malaysia that would help me come over there. We began chatting. He started gingering me on coming to Malaysia. I couldn’t concentrate on my final exams anymore. Since my dad said he would sponsor me for my post graduate program in Malaysia, and I was almost finishing my first degree, I thought it was the proper time to start working on my Malaysian visa. I began disturbing my dad about Malaysia. My dad told me to finish up my final exams first, go for my NYSC and we would start working on my post graduate program. Infact he suggested me going to Canada for my Master degree. With what my dad said, I began thinking he was deceiving and scamming my conscience. Because he had promised that after my first degree, I would leave for abroad immediately since one doesn’t need NYSC certificate to be admitted for master’s degree abroad. But he was of the opinion that I should do my NYSC first since I would still be coming back to Nigeria to work. But I no gree ooo. “This man wan play me again,” I thought to myself. Abi him no wan sponsor me again! My dad said he doesn’t have much money to sponsor me. Then I began asking myself, if he was not sponsoring now, when will he do! Maybe when I am married and already have my money. Though I saw dad’s point because we were yet to complete our house. My dad was hoping to complete it, then we move in and he also wants to get a car which would aid his movement and business. And within a space of a year before I finish my NYSC, everything would be ready and I can travel. But I no wan hear that one.
to be continued........
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 9:27am On Jun 18, 2015|
I began mounting pressure on my parents to do something. After my final exams in the university, I was awaiting my result. I believed that my result would be so good. I saw that my parents were not doing anything concerning my travelling for my master’s degree. I had about N163,000 I saved up. Barnabas had requested to help me out. He gave me a contact of someone that helped him on his papers. He only requested that I should send him $1,000 so he could facilitate the letter he would send me which would help me get Visa at the Malaysian embassy in Lagos. I sent him the money and he requested I send him another $1000. I disturbed my dad to give me the money, he told me I was on my own. My mom refused giving me the money. Not until my final year result came out, and I did very well. I told my dad that I won’t go for my NYSC, that Malaysia was my calling. Many of my relatives tried to prevent me from going but I refused. With the way I disturbed my dad, he finally agreed. “But where is my admission letter!” He asked. Barnabas told me that they are reputable universities in Malaysia that allows for me to come over to Malaysia first before registration. There was this university I registered for. Though the tuition fees are $8,000 for international student residence but for a person residing in Malaysia, its $4,000. Barnabas advised I get a visa in Nigeria then come over to Malaysia, within one month of my stay, I would be giving admission and my visa status would be changed. Rather than me given a student visa, I would be given a resident permit so it would allow me to school and work. He said the only thing I need that time was to send the remaining $1000 for him to finalize the facilitation of my letter that would enable me to get a visa here in Nigeria. Without the letter, the embassy won’t give me any visa. They required a written letter from anyone I know in Malaysia inviting me to the country. Na so my papa begin hustle ooo and we sent the remaining $1000 to barnabas and letter was sent to us. And we used the visa agent he suggested to us. Before 2 months, I was given a Malaysian visa. Na so I come dey happy ooo. It just looked as if I won the world cup.
only if i had known what was ahead of me
.......... To be continued............
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by Nobody: 10:24am On Jun 18, 2015|
Following. . .
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by buddy221(m): 11:15am On Jun 18, 2015|
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 11:32am On Jun 18, 2015|
JayJustus:were in Malaysia.?
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 11:33am On Jun 18, 2015|
MarvellousGod:over sense dey worry am sef
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 11:35am On Jun 18, 2015|
Thanks all. Ehmmmmm bar man, pls give all of them each six bottles of otapiapia. Abi. Kill all mosquitoes in ur house
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by JayJustus(m): 1:10pm On Jun 18, 2015|
Selangor area...close by One Utama
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by tosynbolade(m): 2:04pm On Jun 18, 2015|
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by dridowu: 2:53pm On Jun 18, 2015|
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 2:58pm On Jun 18, 2015|
JayJustus:hmmmmm... u try oooooo. well story continues...
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by opiacino: 2:59pm On Jun 18, 2015|
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 3:00pm On Jun 18, 2015|
please guys, i need more of your comments. Those wey dey read silently (ghost mode). Una try. Abeg make una still comment.
story continues.... Kuala Lumpur
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 3:02pm On Jun 18, 2015|
Illegal In Kuala Lumpur: My Horrendous Experience And Adventure In Malaysia
Before 2 months, I was given a Malaysian visa. Na so I come dey happy ooo. It just looked as if I won the world cup.
Na so I just dey tease my friends that I would be going to Malaysia and the next they would see me, I would be coming in big with flashy cars and accessories. It really pained my dad, the money he was supposed to use to complete our house, he spent it on facilitating my travelling, ticket which was N500,000. The car he was supposed to buy, he didn’t get it again just for me to fulfill my desire.
A week to my departure, I didn’t have rest of mind. I was always thinking and dreaming Malaysia. Sometimes, I dream of old white women at the airport telling me, “welcome to Malaysia.”
The day I left Nigeria, my dad gave me $3000 as pocket money. He also advised. But I wasn’t comfortable with his final words. He said
“You see I sacrificed my car, house due to your lack of patience. All for you to get to study in Malaysia. Now hear this: do not come back to my house without buying me a car when coming back.”
Though he was pained about my departure at that time. He also assured me that after getting my Master’s admission he would try to send more money. I assured him that I will do well. Infact I told him not to worry that infact I would buy him a brand new car before 6 months’ time. I finally left the shores of Nigeria.
With my travelling bag and a big Ghana must go sac, I arrived Kuala Lumpur the capital of Malaysia. Barnabas had earlier told me that he would send someone to pick me at the airport. Shortly after I arrived Kuala Lumpur, I connected to soji, the guy that barnabas sent to pick me. Soji is a Nigerian. Na so I start another phase for my life.
Soji took me from the airport and brought me to a hotel, Hotel Plan B (Not the real name). He told me that barnabas would join me soon. Barnabas would join me soon, I waited for the soon and was yet to see barnabas. Soon turned to 1, 2, 3 days and I was yet to see barnabas. I want him so he could help me out on my admission since he said he can do it. And also the job he said he has for me. It was after 7 days that I heard that Barnabas had travelled to the Caribbean, Trinidad and Tobago precisely, he won’t be coming back again. “Say what!” I said to myself. It was there I learnt that the $2000 I sent to barnabas was part of the money he used to facilitate his exit from the country to the Caribbean. I had been scammed big time. The job I was promised was also a scam. Barnabas had earlier told me that I would be working as a computer operator/ repairer for a hotel in Kuala Lumpur for just 4 hours daily. Computer science was what I studied in school. I never knew it was the Hotel plan B. When I told soji about it, he took me to a Nigerian, Ebuka who he said works as a bar manager in the hotel. I was so happy that at least I would be getting a job which would help me for the main time. Ebuka brought 2 abandoned laptop systems and told me to check them. After checking them, I told him what was wrong and I repaired it which worked fine. “So when will I start my work,” I asked him. “Which work?” he said. I told him that I was told by barnabas that a job of a computer engineer was awaiting me there before coming. He debunked it and told me that no one has a job for me. It was just his two abandoned laptops that needs repairs so barnabas told him that I would help him out when I arrive. I never knew the job was scam. I asked ebuka how he could help me get a job there in Malaysia. He said he can’t help me, that I came to Malaysia with a “visa without reference,” which is a visiting visa and I can’t even renew it there. Me I just they look the man like mumu. I didn’t understand what he was saying about “visa with reference” and “visa without reference.” Not until he sat me down and began explaining to me what was happening and how the immigration system works in that country. He said that I can’t even renew my visa in that country, I have to go back to Nigeria to do that and I can’t get a legal job and the country is a bit racist talk more of illegal migrants. Once an illegal migrant is caught, the security operatives sometimes do kill them. As he explained, na there I come realize say I don enter one chance. fear come dey catch me. And I was getting short of cash, with $2500 left with me. I have spent $500 on hotel alone. I told ebuka if he could help me because himself is living there legitimately. He said even if he could help me, I must have upto $5,000 for him to help me. I wanted to tell him that I have $2500 but something in me told me to keep cool first.
will i be that patient??
check out the next episode......
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by SkinnyDude(m): 3:18pm On Jun 18, 2015|
Omo Am Also Obsessed With Travelling Abroad. I Read My Wall Map More Than I Read My Books. I Know Almost Every Country In This World. My Guys For Sch And House Call Me, Malaysia! Guy, I Have Had So Many Dream About Abroad. I Have Been To India, Finland, Malaysia, Russia, And Ukraine In Dream..
When Am In A Bus Or Keke, I See Myself On A Plane Flying To Helsinki. Nothing Will Stop Me Oh! I Must See The End Of This. I Told My Mum That I Wont Go For HND, that ND Is Okay For Me. That I Want To Leave This Country. She Is Against It. But Am Thomas. Am Graduating This Year. Bye Bye Naija In Advance.
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|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by DAVEZONIGLTD: 3:20pm On Jun 18, 2015|
One Chance thing...
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by onismate: 3:22pm On Jun 18, 2015|
SkinnyDude:hahahahahahah... my guy na u ooooo. Just take it easy oooo. plan the journey wella before moving
|Re: Illegal Immigrant: My Near Death And Terrible Experience In Malaysia by emamos: 3:47pm On Jun 18, 2015|
This is really terrible experience
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