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dexcira:
Wowww.u are a brave man indeed

My poor parents out of ignorance didn't know what they did to me.I hadn't a proper childhood because i was supposed to act the big brother.
Can you just picture a 7 year old kid with a tray of 'akamu' balanced on his head going to sell for mummy before setting out for school and after school i'll take on palm oil in bottles on my head hawking from street to street.
The beauty of it all is i did my family proud and literally lived for them.They say it till date.But my siblings turned out to not know what true responsibilities as i was thought in and by life truly means and it breaks my heart but i still got love for them not minding our individual short comings.

Can't hold back the tears abeg.

emerich:
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.

lol..it's been 20 years but still seems like yesterday.How can i forget a journey that shaped my today.How about the trauma? E no easy bro but it well.Glad to be sharing with you guys here.Who i wan begin dey tell for real life how i wan take start the tori sef.

horlahsunbo225:
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

I'll do it for you guys and for myself too trust me.The experiences scarred and made me who i am today,i also need some healing.
I'm so scarred and traumatised that sometimes even me thinks i'm soulless and heartless.

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

Sure will bro thanks.People abound to corroborate my experiences.

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

I'm encouraged bro thanks.

will do a compendum before i start sharing on a personal thread in the form of a diary.

dexcira:
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

I'm good dear,not where i used to be though but more at peace with myself.Now I feel fulfilled knowing that just a part of my story have this much effect on you,this is the definition of encouragement.
Thanks for firing me up.I'll let it all out.

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.

schumastic:
Agardes

Gatrum

sabi pikin

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.

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.

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.

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.

Wow...thanks bro for that kick to the back side.Was just enough to get me moving.

You are spot on your assumptions with regards to my age.

Appreciate you man

PoisonedOne:
I started following you so I won't miss any of those.

My story too funny my brother. I'll let you know how i was introduced into the world of 419 not what kids do these days and term yahoo..Hardcore straight up 'official' advance fee fraud.

dexcira:
Awwwwww what an adventure!!!! U are indeed a strong man. Can't imagine the horrors. Jeez. Thanks for the story . Would love to hear the rest trust me . Great writer mehn. How u now??

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....

dexcira:
woww, so kind of u. Enough experience. . The mum won't ever forget u.. U strong I swear

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

dexcira:
Awwwwww what an adventure!!!! U are indeed a strong man. Can't imagine the horrors. Jeez. Thanks for the story . Would love to hear the rest trust me . Great writer mehn. How u now??

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.

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!

Sure bro , thanks

Nazeren:
Thanks for reading? No, thanks for sharing. Write a book on the full story, pls. Will be the first to buy.

Where are you now? Did you make it? And how's your family?

Just remembered how in the course of the journey one of the girls had gotten knocked up by someone she can't place and how she had gone into labour and everybody scampered in different directions except me. I helped Christy bring into the world a cute little baby boy and christened him Tyson right there in the desert.The boxer Mike Tyson was at his peak then.
How i managed with the delivery? Even me sef tire for the inspiration and inexplainable direction on what to do.

I can remember kneeling in front of Christy while she was gritting in pains and urging her on to keep pushing.When the baby popped out and unto my hand i was confused on what to do because the baby was still attached to the placenta inside her mom through the umbilical chord.

Confused on what next step to take,i resorted to pulling on the umbilical chord until the placenta came out. At this time i had shown Christy her new bundle of Joy and though still in pains,she had the presence of mind to direct me on what and what to do , such as un tying a thread from her head and tying between the chord and the placenta before separating the baby from the placenta. For the cutting i had to improvise with the lid of a sardine can.

There's more on this particular event too.
Only God knows where Christy and Tyson are today and if they ever talk or think about me...lol Got no contact with them.

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Nairalane:
Nice one! So, where are you today? Spain or Back to the roots

Back to the roots man..

Nazeren:
Thanks for reading? No, thanks for sharing. Write a book on the full story, pls. Will be the first to buy.

Where are you now? Did you make it? And how's your family?

lol..appreciate your kind words..all teary right now..just thinking about it all. I went through hell i must confess,all in a bid to change my family's discourse as a first son.

I won't be conservative about how a good read my story will be in the form of a book. My only limitation sometimes stems from my lack of self confidence seeing how i abandoned my studies for the journey. Couldn't make it to grad school.

Joseid:
Great!
Kindly give me a mention when you do.

Sure sir.

Nazeren:
Thanks for reading? No, thanks for sharing. Write a book on the full story, pls. Will be the first to buy.

Where are you now? Did you make it? And how's your family?

lol..appreciate your kind words..all teary right now..just thinking about it all. I went through hell i must confess,all in a bid to change my family's discourse as a first son.

I won't be conservative about how a good read my story will be in the form of a book. My only limitation sometimes stems from my lack of self confidence seeing how i abandoned my studies for the journey. Couldn't make it to grad school.

Joseid:
You write quite well and that would have made it difficult for you to bore us me with your story.

Travelling into another country as an illegal immigrant isn't only risky considering that one can be deported within the blink of an eyelid but also quite dangerous because many never make it there. The remains of previous travellers you saw in the desert is a clear attestation to this.

Its even heartbreaking to know people who collapsed were left behind to die as they couldn't make it further. And surviving on urine? Really? The journey obviously wasn't for the fainthearted.

That said, you've got me hooked on your experience. Pray, tell, how did you later survive it? After the dangers you exposed yourself to, do you think it has paid off? Would you still embark on such a journey a second time if you find yourself in a bad situation going by all you know now?

Would be delighted to read more from you.

Thanks for your soft words. Still a pretty long story but for your sake will try and do more on the story. Cheers

This is going to make for 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 or wait to get connected with smugglers to ferry us across the Mediterranean sea or the Atlantic ocean depending on what part of spain one is headed.The crossing into the Spanish enclaves on Morrocan soil 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

dexcira:
U strong o. Tell us na

lol na long story oo..

The day i slept in a cemetry out of no choice...long story...but will have to tell it some day for therapeutic sake

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