Ekkhann:


Was it weed, SK or Arizona you took?

Weed Bro.
I don't just know what they added to it.

schumastic:


I know this is out of context but how have you been able to cope

Lol believe me my dad is the best. Nd I am coping very well maybe because he didn't remarry.

D DAY ARSENAL TORE MY TICKET OF 700K.. AND D DAY I SAW BET9JA STORE FOR FIRST TIME....


OHHHHH D JOY I FELT...

gaby:


I'll tell about how i ended up on a dingy we call zodiac. Imagine humans packed unto an inflated tarpaulin or canopy to make it across the atlantic ocean or Mediterranean sea depending on where you are crossing from .How we were on sea in this dingy for over 10hours in a sub zero temperature and how even though i'm six feet plus i was neck deep under water on the dingy.

How i made it across eventually after close to two years on the road,how i got into hustling and happened on money at 24 and bought seven trucks at a go,got hitched to a white woman and ultimately how it all came crashing down eventually....

U say 2years on the road? . u ve got no give up spirit. I love that. Money at 24 . Good one, at least u made it, achieved something. Kudos. that sounds sweet mehn. crashing? . white woman

kereman1:


my mum even tot i was dead, cos d news got to them that there was no survivals,
i had to be strong for her, even the sound of ppl crying in d bus just frose me,
d memory haunts me till today, dont even kw how i will sleep this night,
my survival was a miracle,

EMMANUEL (GOD with you) best of regards in lyf my frend, the very best

junnyjake:


Wow, this is perfect.

I'd suggest you open a different thread for this where you won't feel the need to leave out some relevant details of your ordeals.

Do tag me when you must have decided to do that. Thanks!

Everyone loves a good story, don't we? Gaby please do write about your experiences. Reads so beautifully like a travelogue.

emerich:

U write so brilliantly considering the fact u dropped out from high school, U got me so hoodwinked by your narrative, I took my time to digest every piece of your epistle.
U have got an experience of a lifetime and such nothing can take U by surprise as regards your ordeal back then.
I would only plead U create a thread about your journey back then, it would be an interesting read, u would sure keep your readers glued and captivated, some may even get to pick one or two lessons from the captivating journey which may redefine their life decisions.
Tnx 4 sharing...

You also write intelligently, beyond the the norm.
I wish I could write like you guys.

ndubueze92:
Thanks. This might just be it... I wasn't discreet about something i said and she called me that, I asked for the meaning and she said I should find out on my own.... Same scenario ... thanks once again.

OhKay.

You're welcome

gaby:
This is going to make a long read though but here we go..

The story about a day i'll never forget..

The year was 1999 and i was just 21,had dropped out of college and decided to migrate for economic reason from my home state in Nigeria.

With no pre-requisites nor sufficient finance to go legal by obtaining a visa and flying,i opted to travel by land through the desert onwards Spain via Moroco. There was however a snag as all i had was a map and a sketch of how and where to change vehicles at specific towns in each country i’ll be passing through. Fortunately on the night i was to board the check out bus from my small town of Benin City enroute Katsina State bordering Nigeria and Niger Republic,half the passengers on the bus turned out to be making the same journey so we all naturally gelled and formed a group.

We got to the border town the next morning and got smuggled into a vehicle that took us further into Niger Republic specifically to a town called Agadez.We did a couple of more days there until we got the next connection to smuggle us through the Sahara desert into a town (Tamaransett) in Algeria. Pertinent to note here that the ultimate target of our journey was to hit Morroco from where we can either Climb accross the razor fences seperating Morocco from either of Spain’s enclave of Ceuta and Mellila both on mainland Morocco.This is actually like crossing from Mexico into the US.

A lot happened on the travel through the Sahara as we did the journey in three days.From co travellers collapsing and been abandoned in the desert to having to survive on our urines. Travelling through the desert we did come upon a couple of human skeletal remains of a couple of unfortunate travellers.

Not to bore you folks with my epistle so i’ll leave out much of what i went through on the journey and continue from when we got into Moroccan territory or the border between Morocco and Algeria in a town called Magniya.Everybody journeying through that route actually get together at this jungle-a valley actually where we set up camps and wait to make up a certain acceptable number for the smugglers to take us on the journey by foot through the woods,deserts and jungles of Morroco to evade the authorities.On a good day with a good guide who knows the route well that’ll be a 2 weeks or thereabouts journey on foot.

So on this day my group and i got prepped to embark on this journey.We had gotten our standard supplies of barguettes,sardines and milk to survive on just enough not too heavy to burden us on the long walk.

We journey only at nights for cover.On the first night we covered a couple of km’s in between some guys and ladies already dropping by the way side not able to keep up pace and exhausted,nobody even cares it’s either you ship in or ship out. So we continued until i eventually took a short rest and afterwards got sperated from the group and i knew not what way to continue on.

Out of frustration,hunger and desperation i decided to come out of the woods in broad day not a single scare of the police as i would have gladly ran to them at this point if for nothing at all just for something to eat and a place to sleep.I started begging for food from some locals who were so kind God bless them.These locals will actually get into trouble with the authorities if it becomes public knowledge that they are habouring or didnt report seeing an alien.But these guys will take me in,make me ‘shai’ morrocan tea and bread then hide me until night time then show me how to go and avoid the cops.

So i continued until i got to Nador.This town actually borders Mellila one of the spanish Territories on Morrocan soil.Meanwhile as a group,our original destination was Rabat where we have a decent population of fellow immigrants on the same journey,where we could gather and map out the next strategy on how to cross into spain either by ferry on. a dingy across the atlantic/mediterranean or scaling the razor fences.

When i arrived Nador i was lost for how to proceed being alone.Mind you it was 2 weeks plus already since i got seperated from my group.I hadn’t showered all these while so you can imagine what i was like. While thinking about my life and how to proceed a bike drove up to me and asked i hopped on,i was hesitant but he insisted and i obliged.He drove me for about 5 kilometres and stopped then asked me to keep left and climb a super mountain across that if i did that and kept to my left i’ll get close to the razor fence.

I thanked him and started on the journey of climbing the huge mountain.From my reckoning i started ascending at about past 8pm when the.man dropped me and when i got to the peak of the mountain where i could see all around Nador and also look into the spanish territory it must have taken me about 3 hours but i became so fired up that at least i’m close to spain.

While i was still basking in the euphoria of my new found luck and planing on where to attack from,the heavens gave way and it started raining cats and dogs with no where to take shelter.

I decided to just keep walking with no particular direction until i happened on a cemetry.When i got to the cemetry at about 12–1 am i couldn’t hold it any longer.I just broke down and started crying my hearts out thinking about my family and friends and how no one knows where i am at what i was passing through. Afterall and the rain had subsided i hadn’t the will to continue that night i just laid on the closest grave to me and prayed for the person resting there.

Pretty tough journey i must confess but had to leave out most parts for easy reading.

Thats it folks a lil story about my life.

Thanks for your time and for reading.

dexcira

Agardes

Gatrum

gaby:

lol...hard knock life...i was just 20-21 then.

Really? . how did u even think of this adventure at this age. Most 21 will still be roaming around the streets even when they have no one to help them. Lol. U tried o

Ellabae:
Lol believe me my dad is the best. Nd I am coping very well maybe because he didn't remarry.

Wow that's good to know. Like that.

gaby:


Wow...i actually feel lighter sharing some part of my story and thanks to you guys for urging me to let it out..my family members don't even know most of all these i just give tit bits and lock up but i just realized my memory recall thrives better in writing and i can also easily sequentialize the events as they happened.

Writing is therapeutic. Let it out. It's a gift you should share with us, the beautiful gift of your experiences

gaby:


I'll tell about how i ended up on a dingy we call zodiac. Imagine humans packed unto an inflated tarpaulin or canopy to make it across the atlantic ocean or Mediterranean sea depending on where you are crossing from .How we were on sea in this dingy for over 10hours in a sub zero temperature and how even though i'm six feet plus i was neck deep under water on the dingy.

How i made it across eventually after close to two years on the road,how i got into hustling and happened on money at 24 and bought seven trucks at a go,got hitched to a white woman and ultimately how it all came crashing down eventually....

I strongly believe you should document your experience. It could become the next bestseller, you never know.

emerich:

U write so brilliantly considering the fact u dropped out from high school, U got me so hoodwinked by your narrative, I took my time to digest every piece of your epistle.
U have got an experience of a lifetime and such nothing can take U by surprise as regards your ordeal back then.
I would only plead U create a thread about your journey back then, it would be an interesting read, u would sure keep your readers glued and captivated, some may even get to pick one or two lessons from the captivating journey which may redefine their life decisions.
Tnx 4 sharing...

Humbled by your comments bro. I'll do a special thread of my experiences even if for nothings else but to teach people about the ups and downs of life.

The beauty in my story is that it's a first hand and a personal experience so the narrative naturally flows like a hot knife through butter. No forcing it.

Thanks once againg for your kind words

emerich:

Save it joor....
Which kind yeye limitation!
U are more intelligent, knowledgeable, brilliant and articulate than most Msc holders here in naija,
If I get your calculations well, U should be around 40 yrs old now, which isn't too late to get back to school, if U can't make it to an ideal University setting due to your tight schedule, U can get enrolled into an Open University....
Please do not set barriers or limitations to what U can achieve or become "education wise" in life...
U wld do so well when U get back to school due to your passion and penchant towards creating a niche for U and ur family, and becoming successful...
Best of luck.
I look forward to read from U.

He writes well.

dexcira:

U say 2years on the road? . u ve got no give up spirit. I love that. Money at 24 . Good one, at least u made it, achieved something. Kudos. that sounds sweet mehn. crashing? . white woman

lol...no room for giving up in my life.Twists and turns,thats exactly the story of my life.

Mujtahida:

Everyone loves a good story, don't we? Gaby please do write about your experiences. Reads so beautifully like a travelogue.

Being a personal and a true life story makes it the more thrilling and somewhat a good read.

gaby:


lol...no room for giving up in my life.Twists and turns,thats exactly the story of my life.

Av been trying to imagine lol. Please how u now? Hope good. Thanks alot for the story. Was actually having a bad time. But ur story engaged me. Hehehe. So interesting

gaby:


lol...no room for giving up in my life.Twists and turns,thats exactly the story of my life.

Pls sir finish the story coz of we young niggas that are facing one difficulty or the other
It will benefit us a lot and keep us strong

Northmall:
February 7, 2017
Lost my baby sister and I couldn't get to see her before she was buried. She was just 10 yo

I was laughing until I read this.... I know it's past, please accept my condolence OK.
Nothing hurts like death of a loved one.

Achorise:
You also write intelligently, beyond the the norm.
I wish I could write like you guys.

You can do it mate.I'm even amazed people are appreciating my writing,i would never have imagined that.
So you see bro if i can get the plaudits without trying too hard you too can do it if you try.

gaby:


Humbled by your comments bro. I'll do a special thread of my experiences even if for nothings else but to teach people about the ups and downs of life.

The beauty in my story is that it's a first hand and a personal experience so the narrative naturally flows like a hot knife through butter. No forcing it.

Thanks once againg for your kind words

Am fascinated and astonished by your keen sense to details, you have a fantastic memory, recalling details so effortlessly, I was just imaging those scenario's you mentioned, as if it were a movie 'in real time' just playing out....
You may be our own version of Mario Puzo, so do not relent.

schumastic:


Agardes

Gatrum

sabi pikin

My unforgettable day is the day I lost my precious mom
June 14 2009
Sunday 10:30pm
I remember how she died on my hand and how I bath for her before been laid to rest
As a teenager the experience is bad

gaby:


Being a personal and a true life story makes it the more thrilling and somewhat a good read.

Exactly. There's guts, steel and punch in the story. Something beautifully gritty about the adventure and your failure to make it across even adds verve to the story. You could do it as a short story. It might get to fp. I love literature but I've never read any of the pieces put on fp here but I'd surely read yours. The appetiser tastes good. My palates can hardly wait for the full literary meal

schumastic:


Hmm hope is not what am thinking

Whatever are you thinking?

Bishops10:

I was laughing until I read this.... I know it's past, please accept my condolence OK.
Nothing hurts like death of a loved one.

It's fine, sorry my post changed your mood.

Achorise:
You also write intelligently, beyond the the norm.
I wish I could write like you guys.

Tnx a bunch...
You are also a fine writer too, depict from your construction.

dexcira:

Really? . how did u even think of this adventure at this age. Most 21 will still be roaming around the streets even when they have no one to help them. Lol. U tried o

I grew up getting it drummed and drilled into me that i'm the first of 10 kids and as such whatever i become will rub off on my siblings.These drillings came with massive verbal and physical abuses.I've got a split tooth to this day to show for those abuses.
For fear of not disappointing or setting a bad precedence,i had to grow up very fast and that led me into engaging in ventures that'll fetch me money and ultimately started thinking of travelling out of the country to better my family.

Northmall:

It's fine, sorry my post changed your mood.

Ahh.... No problem at all.

kereman1:
Mine is sometime arnd 2013 wen i was traveling wit my uncle who drive young shall grow luxury bus, at bout 1pm arnd benin a dangote truck hit a tanker, which made d tanker to hit our bus behind at d back door, thank GOD for d driving experience of my uncle he managed to gain control without falling into a ditch, fuel started dripping from d tanker
my uncle opened all d doors but d back door didnt open cos it jammed, it was a sunny afternoon, me, my uncle, d front door conductor, and an attacted passenger were d only survivors from d luxury cos we made it out in time and climbed uphill were d spilled fuel didnt reach,
all 60seated passengers, back door conductor, attachments,burnt to death, including some small buses,

it was indeed an unforgettable day, i heard ppl scream, both d old, young, strong, weak,
ova a hundred ppl got burnt before my very eyes, even a mother, who boarded d bus wit her little babies,



#sobs

RIP to them all

A hardworking class mate of mine who is also a good friend was one of the people that died on that bus. UC,I miss you bro.
I am glad to hear that you survived @poster. I didn't know there were survivors.

joyberry:
On 12th December 2009, when I walked into the palour ,from a short nap in the room, only to find my elder sister dead body on the chair.For a while, i thought she was sleeping, but the posture of her body made me suspicious. I tried waking her up to no avail,i stayed with her dead body till Mumsy came back,cos i didnt know what else to do. I was just 14 then and it left a psychological scar on me.The first time I saw a dead body of one close to me.

take heart! So you are 24¿