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WUdec:
Please, I write this because of the huge burden of losing my relative who was as eager as you to return to Europe by all means necessary but he died out of the same desperation despite making money.

He first made it to Germany using an illegally-bought visa, back in the day when schengen visas carried no face and people purchased visas on passport pages and inserted it into oluwole passports.

That night of his arrival, he was persuaded to go clubbing with a few people he met at the house where he stayed. That same night a fight broke out at the club where he was present and the German Police began their immigration control to identify those who were illegally residing in that state. One by one they were checked and immediately he was scooped to the Immigration Detention Center where he was deported to Nigeria a few days later.

He relocated to cotonou where he lived for over 10yrs. He began a successful used clothing business and he was doing quite well until he began having Yes Men, spending and living the lavish life. This led to his downfall.

He relocated back to Nigeria, struggling and doing his best to survive. It was during this time that we met and instantly i could see through his good heart. He was like a brother i never had. We became so close and i decided I was gonna help him out. I connected him to a family member and we discussed a sum to come up with so he could return to his former business.

He was given a fresh start and with the money he returned to cotonou but we never knew he still longed for Europe. From what we heard he was doing so well in cotonou again in less than a yr and he kept it touch occasionally.

Outta da blue one day, he calls me up telling me he's in Libya. I was shocked and asked for his motive. He told me he had embarked on the journey to Europe by road and I need fear not cos he was doing well. He said he was stuck in libya dealing drugs and he would eventually buy his way there. He made a lot of money and I convinced him to join me in the shipping business to and fro Nigeria and leave Libya. He agreed and even sent money to buy some goods. So when I called him up to discuss the list of goods, he asked me to keep the money stating that the money should serve as his token of gratitude for what i did for him back then. I refused to accept but his usual self laughed it off and told me he would never accept it back....$1000. He promised me he was gonna come back to Nigeria when he'd made enough money. The "enough money" part i never really understood.

We kept in touch as he always sought my advice and I was always looking for a way out for him then all of a sudden he stopped calling. 2 yrs went by and i never heard from him.

So i decided to visit his sister at computer village when i visited. She told me he was dead stating that she received a phone call saying he died from drugs he had swallowed to transport to the buyers.

I never believed the story but I wept profusely. He always told me stories of how libyan forces were raiding apartments and killing Nigerians, plus how they were being trafficked by libyans for other treacherous reasons. He once told me of how he saw his friend get shot dead before him while they were on the run.

I concluded he must have been shot or butchered for this was the faith of Nigerians shortly after Gaddafi was killed and libya was destroyed. 2 yrs after gaddafi's fall was when my relative was situated in libya.

His family never saw the body hence they never gave him a burial. He was the only son.

So I say to you, think about the ones that love you and look up to you before you make any life-threatening decision; for they are okay now but if you die, how many can bear the loss and how many will suffer as a result of your actions.

Its been 6 yrs now and I still mourn him. His demise will always serve as a lesson to all that knew him

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