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gregzone:
[color=#F48700]Onismate so you dey here they comment for another person thread abi? Why you no want complete your malay adventures nah, guys dey para for you o.[/color]

JayJustus:
onismate

now come turn this into a novel I trust ya

tojahh:
Shey na you run pass bullet for desert for Malaysia? Wey Soji? And Ebuka? You been talk say you no do NYSC before you go Malaysia o.

How come 2015 Ifeanyi Okowa come sack you naw? You even get wife, lol. Abi na Madam Rose?
















Anyway... Goodnight.

Ricswagger:
na only u dem scam for malaysia,u still come naija them scam u again...hope u dey pray
b4 i forget u don buy the motor 4 ur papa?

jesussaves22:
Do not loose hope my brother. If u believe in God almighty any road must open 4 u.

After graduating from the University in the year 2002, I looked for a job yet to good one was forth coming. I was so stranded. Frustrations came in. My mates who were lucky after NYSC, they had all left me behind. I was so down casted looking for job. Finally I gave up, borrowed money and started up a business center were I do photocopy, printing and some other things. I managed it for sometime. It took me 4 years to recover the money I borrowed to start up the business. I was happy that I didn’t owe anybody. Still, I was still searching for a job to compliment my business because the responsibility. I have a wife and a beautiful daughter. I told my wife to hold on a little before getting pregnant again due to finances. My first baby, I knew what it cost us. My business nearly closed down. The antenatal, baby cloths and food items and that season, there was no work at all. My wife too who is a teacher in one of the private primary school in the town, she is really trying.

This particular day, I saw an advert on one of the prominent newspapers that Delta state ministry of Justice was recruiting. I didn’t even waste much time. I and my wife applied. The day I took the application to their office, I met an old friend of mine who works there. He asked me what I came there to do. I told her I came to look for a job because I discovered that the office placed an advert on the newspaper. She laughed at me. She told me that there are no vacancies and infact the office has recruited the people they wanted. I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Because the closing date for the application was still far. She laughed again on hearing what I was saying. She said I shouldn’t just waste my time, that the people they have taken would be resuming the upper week. “How come,” I asked again. She said I should go and check all the state Government parastatals, that is how they do. They would bring up an advert that they are recruiting. Before then, they had already gotten people they wanted. So many of their Ogas would bring their own people to occupy the spaces before they would finally place the advert as camouflage. But them don already employ people them want.

As this my old friend was talking, I was just speechless and looking at her. She said many people have been bringing application letters and their CVs but it’s because she knows me that’s why she was just telling me. She said she would have shown me the dustbin were they throw away all those applications but due to office etiquette she won’t. once they get applications, they would throw them there. Well, I and wife’s own were part of those thrown into the dustbin. I actually submitted it to fulfill that I have submitted just incase miracle happens, but there was none because time flied and no call was received.

As time went on, I kept trying my best. I even tell couple of friends who I know works in Government parastatals to help me out. Some of them said even if they can help me, I have to bring huge amount of money for their main Ogas. I refused because I see no reason why I should pay to get a job. But as time went on, I didn’t receive any positive outcome. The only thing I was told is that I have to pay to get a job. Sometimes we would see an advert published that a Government parastatal is recruiting, if one gets there to submit CV and application, they would tell us that they are no longer recruiting. But according to the advert on the newspaper, the job opening had not expired oo.

I was tired of everything. This particular day in early 2014, one of my church member called me that their own government owned parastatal is looking for workers though they are not advertising it in the pages of newspaper. So it’s only their top Ogas that are fielding people to the positions. But he told one of his Oga that he has someone that has been searching for a job for a long time. So his Oga said he should bring the person. That was why he called me to come and see his boss. I was so excited about it. I followed him to see his boss. Boss told me that he was willing to field my name to the employment list if only I will agree to forfeit my first 2 months salary. Na so I just dey look the man for eye. How will I just allow someone to eat my first 2 months salary just because he was helping me to get a job. So many friends advised me to take up the offer since it’s just 2 months salary, it was nothing compared to many that had and will forfeit a year salary. I thought about it. I have been looking for job for over 10 years, this one was a golden opportunity, so loosing it would be terrible for me. And there was still another space in that office in which I would like my wife to fill. I took the offer to release my two months salary to the Oga. They also told my wife that if they would be willing to give her that job, she should bring N150,000. Na so we begin look for money ooo. We borrowed money and gave to the Ogas. Finally, job was given to us. It was wonderful. So many people were happy for us. After 13 years of job hunting, I now had a job. Government job for that matter. See swag oooo. I had to hire someone to be working for us at our business center. All was well until after the Governorship primary in Delta state.

In 2015, elections were held. We all were happy that we are having a change of Government. Baba Buhari dey enter Presidency while senator Ifeanyi Okowa dey Dey enter Governor status. May 29, swearing in took place and we were happy that Okowa has taking over from former Governor Uduaghan.

On the 2nd of June 2015, we got the shocker of our lives. Governor Okowa said that every one that were recruited from January 2013 to that June 2015 in all Government parastatals should be laid off with immediate effect because their recruiting was illegal, even the exercise was dubious. Infact when I and my wife got to work on Wednesday 3rd, personal data files were no longer in the office. Now we are no longer workers. This is back to square one, to the our business center. And my wife is even pregnant. After searching for job for bad 13 years, getting it, you spend one year in it and was laid off. Taking me back to job hunting again. With all the testimonies we shared in the church, Dem fire us.

lighternote:
Shebi u left Bauchi n ran to Malaysia or the other way round?
You are good in narrative.

Rick9:
I just too like stories oh. Ma dear

suzzy16:
tanx for d mention and piece

chinoasa:
@op finish ya story na abeg

snowDiva:
Very touching write up...but @op if you really went tru all this, I would advice u seek Gods face "for real-no holding back" cos u still strike me as one who is still desperately greedy...get to know God intimately...

At the court, judgment was given, but it was an unfortunate judgment. Soji was sentenced to death and I was ordered to be deported. After the judgment, I felt weak and cried for soji. This guy has always been a great friend since I came into that country, I wondered why he was sentenced to death and me deportation. Na all of us carry drugs ooo. I met the American activist after the judgment. I asked if it was possible to overturn soji’s judgment. He said it is law in that country that death penalty for drug traffickers when caught. Infact even my own, he was surprised how I was just freed. Well na Baba God ooo.

I had earlier re-collected madam rose’s number from the American activist. The one I was given before, I threw it away. As I landed in Lagos airport looking hazard with my bushy hair and uncut finger nails, with $10 given to me by the lawyer that handled our case. I was cleared by the immigration officials. I changed the money their at the airport, bought a recharge card and borrowed the phone of one of the airport staffs. I loaded her phone and called madam rose’s number. But it said is was unavailable. I don’t know how to go to my house. We landed at about 6:15am in the morning. The shame and disgrace, I stayed at the airport till it was night before going to my house.

When I got to the house, my sisters and mother were rejoicing I was back and alive as madam rose had already told them about the judgment. My dad didn’t even want to see my face in that house. He sent me a way that night. Infact, as I was entering inside the parlour, my sisters and mum saw me and ran to meet me. My dad came out of the room, seeing me; he went inside and brought out his gun to shoot me if I don’t leave his house. My mum and other siblings began pleading but he refused. Out of respect, I left and he ordered that if any of them should leave that house that night, he shouldn’t come back again. Thank God I wasn’t carrying anything. I took many things to Malaysia, I came back empty handed with my life. I don’t know were to sleep or stay. Surely, not in any of my relative’s own. I didn’t want too many questions. And I was ashamed. I began wondering in the streets of Lagos till I remembered one of my friends who stays in Obalende. I have visited him couple of times back then when we were in the university. I wasn’t sure if he still stays there. I risked it and trekked from Ajah to Obalende, and to his compound. And thank God he still stays there. It was a “face me I slap you” house. His dad is the owner. Though he had told me earlier that he would leave the compound.

I knocked at his room door which he normally stays when I visit. Behold, it’s Abu my friend. Immediately he saw me, he screamed as he hugged. I told him to lower his voice. I came into the house. He was one of the few that I first told about my journey before travelling to Malaysia. He was so happy to see me that I am alive even after narrating my ordeal in Malaysia. He agreed that I should stay with him pending when I settle with my father. Apparently, he had finished his NYSC in Port harcort and had returned. He asked me to stay in the room opposite his since. The room was his brother’s who have moved to surulere. Abu said I should stay there. There was a small bed, a table and some few items of his brother there. He had two phones but gave me one to be using. He even bought the sim for me and gave me some of his cloths to put on.

As days went by, I tried as much to settle with my dad so as to go back home but he refuse. But I was still in touch with my sisters and mother. They had even come to Abu’s place to visit me. They bring food and even money along. I had narrated my ordeal to them (mother and sisters).

After a week I returned to Nigeria, I and Abu went out to a restaurant to eat. There was no food. My sisters had promised to come visit me with food but I was yet to see them and I had no airtime to call. So Abu bought uncooked rice and some items to prepare it. After cooking the jellof rice. We served it in a plate and we began eating. Way into the eating, Abu began coughing. I brought water and gave to him but the cough persisted. Before I knew what was happening, he began coughing out blood. Na so I start to shout for help ooo. People in the compound came in. One suggested we take him to hospital. On our way to the hospital, Abu died. Dat became another wahala. Police came and arrested everyone in that compound including me. Others were later released by the police except me. I was accused of killing Abu. I was pained. We ate the food together. But why did he die! I spent 7 days in police cell before I was released through the intervention of my mum and madam rose whom I gave my mum her number to call if she could get in touch with her. She actually got in touch with madam rose. Indeed the woman (madam rose) get connection ooo. This is the second time she would be helping to save me. After release, surely, I can’t go back to Abu’s house in Obalende. I was been released, madam rose, my mum took me back home. My dad was outside reading newspaper. Immediately he saw us, he stood up and asked me never to step into our house. Na so madam rose and my mama begin beg oo, at least to grant me an audience. My papa sef no wan hear that one. He told my mum that she herself to to come into the house because he had warm her not to bring me or have anything to do with me. It took about an hour of pleading, begging and talks with madam rose before he allowed us inside. He doesn’t even want to listen to my mum sef. When we entered the house, he said the only way for him to allow me into that house and pardon me is for me to buy him a car, because that was our agreement before leaving Malaysia. He had earlier told me that he was pained that I was leaving at that time. The money he was suppose to use to get a car for his business, that was what he used in sponsoring my failed trip to Malaysia. So he had said it, when I am coming to that house, I should come with a car for him. As my daddy was speaking, I have never seen him so emotional that he nearly even cried. He was pained that I disobeyed him. Me sef begin cry. I knew I was wrong. But my papa no gree. He said since I didn’t get him his car, that when I start work, my one year salary should be given to him. I thought it was a joke when he said it and we laughed. Not until he called his lawyer to prepare the agreement paper. 2 hours time, confirm lawyer with agreement paper don land for our house. My dad asked me to sign it. At first I was reluctant to do so but madam rose called me outside and advised me to do so since it would bring back the love between me and my father. She told me that my father could be testing my loyalty and he may not even collect it when I start bringing it. My mum still advised me to sign it that I shouldn’t worry, no matter how, she would be supporting me financially. I finally signed it. After everything, madam rose told me that one of her friends, his company was looking for a computer and software analyst. So if I was willing to apply. She said I shouldn’t bother about NYSC that she would help me out when I register so I would serve in the company. I did apply and I was taken. NYSC started calling for registration online, I applied. My first month salary was way above N100,000. After receiving it, I gave it to my dad and he willingly collected it. Second month came and he collected it. I became bothered because I thought he was testing my loyalty. I thought he might not collect it but he was. As a guy, I needed some money to take good care of myself. But I remained calm and cool and went for my NYSC that life has been so good. God has been great to me. I have learnt a big lesson. God delivered me several times from death and He’s still doing so.

kayalcomp:
OP has gone to sleep. He wants to be in church early. He has learnt enough from his experience, and he doesnt play with anything of God anymore. Abeg make una meet am after church tommorow for the concluding part. Ehh, i am just jokking oh! Make u stay tuned oh.

ghettodreamz:
Well said, bro. Even those gainfully employed are earning low incomes considering the fact they have several bills and rent to pay every month; only if they have some post grad qualifications to ease things a little. Even at that, it's not unusual for a master degree holder to be offered 3K rm as a monthly pay with telecom coy, Maxis, Umobile, et al.

The truth is, 80% of men are keyboardist, whereas 90% of Nigerian girls are 'Pay As You Go' call girls, even some of the self-acclaimed big women are the madams who are benefitting generously from the hard work and day & night toils of most of those girls.

If you aren't financially gallant bank home or your folks don't have millions to sponsor your education in Malaysia, going there with dreams of hitting/making it big is so slim as the air. The only chance you've got is belonging to the clique of 'happening guys', those are the guys who know their ways of making things happen and most of them have put in several years living in the country, they are the ones who live large in M'sia and the talks of the town.

Traveling to M'sia based on hearsay or impulse being informed by the sweet words or stories of people hitting it BIG, by a longtime friend or acquaintance(s) could be suicidal. To back up the OP's assertion, it's undoubtedly true that a lot of guys languishing in pains at the detention camps as illegal immigrants were bulk of those who were at some points wrongly advised to travel to the country to pick up job offers which were, in reality, non-existent.

If you must travel to Malaysia, your best route is education (student visa) and let go the idea of making it BIG as a student, or notion of being gainfully employed upon your arrival in the country.

Whenever you find yourself in M'sia steer clear off coke (suji) or associating with bad characters who have no goals and future ambitions or directions with their lives; the former being the fastest route to the world beyond.

Whatever your travel decisions are, always have 'Plan B', to cushion the effects of any unimaginable or unexpected, unforeseen occurrence(s) or situation(s).

I relaxed myself a little and sat down, but it seemed my blood was running on a high temperature. As we were just seated, two black men walked up to us, they told us to follow them. Immediately they said it, fear come begin catch me. They spoke in American accent and no uniform. Shey na police dem be or! They took us to a room which “Interpol” was written on the door post. We entered the room and saw Malaysian police officers and some other uniform officers. Infact I wasn’t even experiencing butterflies in my stomach, na snacks. It just look like snakes were moving inside my stomach and python moving round my body. Before we knew what was happening, our hands were placed behind our backs and pressed to the grounds. The wrist watch were taken from our hands. Earpiece removed. One of them dipped his finger into my ears and dragged out whitish substance. By then, I just knew there was problem. Let it not be what I was thinking, but it was unfortunate that it was. We have been caught. “How come? Why us? How manage?” too many questions begging for answers ran through my mind.

Then and there I knew that some police officers are more wicked than the Nigerian police. Before I know wetin dey happen, two Malaysian police officers covered our faces (I and soji) with black cloth each. I was scared as they took out the ear piece on our ears. About few seconds, they took off the black cloth and carried us away. The took us to Malaysian drug law agency. After given us beatings of our lives, come see as my lips rise like kpomo. They took us to Malaysian police station. That was where our worse nightmare began. They were yet to tell us openly that we were caught with drugs, but we were been tortured. We were taken to the prison were I saw some of our 8 other colleagues (illegal immigrants). Apparently, the ten of us on that mission were caught.

For the next one month of my life, I experienced hard torture, injuries in some of my body parts. The police and prison officials beats us like no body’s business. They take turns in beating us. The prison officials would torture us in the afternoon while the police will take their own turn in the evening when they come around.

I made sure I prayed everyday, because I believed we were going to be executed. The ten of us were dumped in one cell. Eating was once in 3 days with that their rubbish prison Malaysian food.

This particular morning, I woke up and began crying. I had spent over a year in Malaysia while my mates in Nigeria Would be already through with their NYSC. I wished I had listened to my parents. I wished I had never come down to Malaysia. I wished I haven’t even carried drugs. I don’t know what would happen when my mum would see it in the news that her beloved son had been sentenced to death for drug trafficking in Malaysia. It would be embarrassing when my friends in Nigeria see my face on T.V and newspaper. How I wished I had the courage to talk to my family back at home that I would be killed. I wished I headed to the advise of madam rose. Tears rolled down my eyes as I overheard some prison inmates singing “death songs.” One was singing “the world is not my own” by jimmy reeves. I began wondering, why was it that we were caught so easily. Others that went had gone their way safely, but 10 of us were caught smoothly. How come? And they were not even interrogated us. Now I agreed with amnesty international claims that Asian countries have poor human sympathy. They torture, abuse and kill humans illegally. As I was there thinking about all that, a hot slap landed on my right cheek. That slap brought me back to the present scene. As the slap landed on my cheek, it just looked as if my eyes were blur. I began seeing people around me in motion. The only thing I was hearing was “stand up.” “poahhhhh,” another slap landing on my left cheek. I didn’t know when I started crying. I looked straight to see who was giving me the hard treatment. It was a policeman inside our cell. he wanted to give me another slap, na so i dodge the thing. He wanted to start beating me, the other one with him held him. They dragged me out and asked me to follow them which I did with handcuffs on my hands. We got to the entrance of our cell unit, the security man there told me that someone wants to see me. I began wondering who was that that wants to see me! Who know me sef. Well I followed till I got to the waiting room for about few seconds before the door was opened and I went to the visiting room. I met the surprise of my life. Na madam rose come see me. Immediately she saw me, her face changed, she looked sad. But I began wondering how she managed to know and how she did it that they allowed her to come and see me. Maybe she get connection shah.

She called out my name. as she moved closer with her arms wide open to hug me, she reiterated. Maybe because there shouldn’t be a major contact with inmates by visitors. And there was a prison guard behind us. We sat opposite each other as we talked. She asked me how everything happened, I told her all. She told me she got to know 2 days back when she went to drink at the bar and she was told. That means the news don already dey spread small small. Madam rose has always taken me as a son because she said I look like one of her children doing his masters degree in university of Ibadan. She’s also a grandmother of 2. Now I was beginning to see the values of her advise.

I and madam rose began talking. She started blasting me. Telling me that she warned me but I never listened. Only if I had listened. As she talked, I couldn’t even speak a word. I asked if there was anyway she can help me. She said there was no way she could help. The one she rendered some months back, I never headed to it. I was so arrogant to take it, now look at were it has landed me. Na so I begin knee down beg ooo. I started crying. She said the only thing she can help me do is to relate the matter with Nigerian Government, thereby putting my name and picture on Nigerian media. So if the Nigerian Government can help some of us who are been tortured in Malaysian prisons. I thought about that idea, but its an embarrassment seeing my photos on the internet that am on death roll in Malaysia. She said that was the only way she could help so if the Federal Government can do something, maybe we can come to Nigeria to serve prison sentence. The idea was good because I don’t want to die. It was sure they would be taking us to court and sentencing us to death. As we were still talking, the Malaysian prison warder came and told her it was time to leave that the time given to her had elapse. Infact, before I knew what was happening, two hefty prison warders came and dragged me out of the place back to the cell.

As days went by, we began hearing rumours that they were going to kill all the 10 of us without charging us to court. That it was a waste of time, energy and money charging us to court. Well, how I wished that madam rose had done something fast. I wished that we would just get a notice that the order to kill us will be on hold and that we should be given prison sentence and transferred to Nigeria to serve it. But would they do that?

3 weeks later, about 6 mufti men and some few police came to our cell. They took 6 people from the cell. 2 days, 4 days 2 weeks and the 6 were yet to be brought back. It was unusual. Later, we heard that the 6 had been killed and buried and the officers will soon return to kill the rest 4 of us. Na so fear just enter my body.

3 days later, 4 hefty military men came to our cell and took the rest of us away. I was so scared. I began imagining how we were going to be killed. I wished I had talk to any of my family members. I wished madam rose was there with me. I looked around. I felt it was my last day on planet earth, the world in general. They took us to court. And the session lasted for about 15 minutes. They were just speaking Malaysian language. I, soji and the rest 2 couldn’t even understand what they were speaking. They took us back to the cell.

When we returned to the cell, two hours later, two prison warders came and told me that someone wants to see me and I followed them. I was scared. Even soji spoke in pidgin language and encouraged me. I guessed it was my own time, I would be killed. I got to the visiting place and it was a white American. He told me his name and that he is a human rights activist based in Malaysia. He asked me to seat. He asked me to narrate everything that happened and how we were caught. I narrated everything to him. He said he heard 6 of us have been killed, remaining 4 of us. And an order had been passed that the rest of us should be killed in the next 5 days but madam rose got in touch with him and explained the situation. So he had forwarded it to Amnesty international accusing Malaysian security officials of extra judicial killings. That at least they should have taken us to court of law which would finally give the sentence or decide our fate rather than start killing us like that. So it was Amnesty international that wrote to Malaysian Government to do something which triggered the officials to take us to court that day. “But what’s the need?” I asked, since they are still going to sentence us to death. Well he said to me that we might be lucky they just give us jail terms rather than death sentence. He said that they were making sure that we were not killed without judicial order. He encouraged me and told me that madam rose had contacted my parents. He said madam rose said the only thing my dad said was that I am on my own. If they like do anything they want to do with me. Chaiii, the man sef no send. He also said that our next visit to court, a lawyer would be provided for us and he would be there.

After talking, I returned to the cell believing God Almighty for a miracle. That I would live to serve him.

2 days later, we were taken to court again. It didn’t even take time. Just 20 minutes and the judge delivered judgment. She spoke in their Malaysian language while they interpreted to us. They sentenced the other 2 guys to death by firing while I and soji, our case were adjourned till the upper week. I began wondering why it was so since we were all caught together. Even the way we were caught at the airport was suspicious. It seemed like a set up. Everything was just abnormal in my eyes. I thought we would be sentenced the same time but they only sentenced 2.

Unfortunately, the week of our final judgment came. I was no longer scared. I was ready to take anything that came my way. The judgment was scheduled in the afternoon. That same day was the day the other 2 were executed in the morning.

Afternoon came and we went to court. I and soji prayed. Though I wept so hard that morning for the other 2 guys.

At the court, judgment was given, but it was an unfortunate judgment. Soji was…………

What happened to soji?
To be continued.......

JayJustus:
cc: lalasticlala ishilove

you remind me of one of my friend ...your stories ehh...captivates the mind...

prettythicksme:
wahooo i love this!!!more pls dat place where u threw d zobo away got me laughing

onatisi:
it was funny oo,when I saw him on cam then sitting down on the floor in a room , I told him that didn't I warn him ,then he spent close to 500k , and after 2 weeks he ran back . He said those nigerians in malaysia told him to stay that they will open an “office ” for him in his room and he will be making money. When I heard office ,my ears stood up ,I then probed further that what kind of office it was they will open for him , he said the office means only a laptop and internet connection and that he will be doing yahoo yahoo

onatisi:
There are many fictions details in this story but majority of the details does indeed portray what is happening in malaysia. You can't run faster than a bullet. I know a friend of mine who sold his uncompleted building just to go to malaysia about 8yrs ago , he ran back after 2 weeks unfortunately I warned him about the trip,but his contact there told him it will only take him 2weeks to enter australia once he gets to malaysia