₦airaland Forum

Xwizard:
here are my conclusions below

1. You are telling a lie
2. You have not deceived me
3. Give us details how you came back and how long it takes you.
4. Share more light on how your agent got his share from you.
5. Did you finally meet your brother in the said Morocco?



For anyone that want to leave this country, pls don’t ever hesitate but if only you have surviving funds and legit means.


Note: many Nigerians are now suffering and broke in disporal, don’t be deceived by the pictures they take daily. Whoever wants to help will send you funds first to calm your nerves, then start working on your documents.

Op is a terrible liar, and forgot to understand today Nigerians are now intelligent especially Nairalanders.

DeepSight:
Sorry. I dont know who you are oh, but the one you said today, na pure trash.

tobby20:
Oga there are some fight u can never win
Just give up (smoke screen)
Restrategize and attack when d enemy don sleep on mat.

PapaNnamdi:
U are still a kid
boy

PapaNnamdi:
Plans never work out as it look in the blueprint,
Morroco was bad enough, he should have restrategized to move to Europe,

Adakintroy:
If you get more than. A million and you travel out You no really too get brain. The twenty first century is so fascinating that you can adopt and manage any ideal right in front of your home if you are intelligent barely. Aside were is the fun in easy mode?


If you keep taking resource both human and capital out. You really part of the problem. Black mind struggle to reach enlightenment of independence because of lure of food in what they now call greener pasture.

PapaNnamdi:
You fail to realize that, playing safe all your life won't stop you from dying,
Shiiit he may die in his sleep tomorrow after coming home to his wife because he is afraid of loosing his life in Morocco,

You ppl are just lily livered,
No wit

ednut1:
Why will anyone knowingly go and follow boko haram enclave hmmm

Normendy:
please guys please don't just scroll pass. please I beg you in the name of almighty GOD pls someone should please help me, my little sister and I we are starving. Please help us the last time we ate a good food was from our neighbor on Thursday last week. Since then we have surviving on drinking garri since on Friday and the garri we use to have hope has finished. the little money I have I used it to pay for house rent so that we can at least have roof over our head. am pleading for help please, not for my sake but for kid sis please am a primary school teacher and a house painter, our mom is late and my dad has retired. No matter how little it will go a long way to help us. May GOD in heaven come to your aid as you have come to ours. amen
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Flows001:
This is almost similar with the story of a guy I know in Kaduna.

This guy had a comfortable life in Naija, but I wonder how he allowed himself to be deceived by those agents. He sold and closed all his businesses, borrowed huge sums from cooperatives and relatives and left his young family of a wife and three kids, with a promise to return rich..

Currently as I type, the guy has returned and is 10 times backward than the way he left..

He is currently scavenging in the same area he used to boss before he made that costly mistake...

Anything wey go make me use road japa from Naija, I no dey do...
If I must japa, then it must be done legitimately. My life is way precious than the entire wealth in this world

cathodekazim:
Algeria: Bandits and Betrayal

In Algeria, things went from bad to worse. Bandits raided our group near Tamanrasset, stealing whatever we had left. I had hidden $200 in my socks, which saved me from complete destitution.

In Oran, a coastal city, I worked as a porter for three weeks to save enough money to continue the journey. I met a kind Algerian woman named Amina who gave me food when she saw me begging. Not everyone was kind, though. Many locals treated us like animals, spitting at us and calling us “black slaves.”

DomPerignon:
Mmh.

Didn't know this.

But other than western Sahara, I thought Mauritania is stable.?

Lithiumite:
You would get to Morocco easily through Senegal to Mauritania and then western Sahara.....the other route is through mali which is still closer than Niger.

Realtruth2023:
In Mauritania the chances of you being kidnapped and sold off to slavery is high.

GboyegaD:
I don't know anything about the traveling. I was only stating that from his message, the human traffickers have the route they go through perhaps due to porous borders along that route.

cathodekazim:
My story isn’t one of triumph but of lessons learned in the hardest way possible. I left Nigeria with big dreams but returned with nothing but heartbreak and regret. This is my journey.

The Call to Adventure

It started in Ikorodu, Lagos, where I worked as a phone repair technician, barely earning enough to feed my family. One day, a relative who lived abroad called me with an opportunity I thought was heaven-sent. He claimed Morocco was a land of opportunities where I could earn in dollars working in construction or as a welder. “You can make ₦500,000 monthly,” he said.

The cost of the journey was steep—nearly ₦2 million—but he promised to connect me with agents who would handle everything. I thought about my wife and two kids and decided it was worth it. The goal was to leave Ikorodu with hope and return with success.

cathodekazim:
Raising the Money

This was my first hurdle. I sold my small shop and all my tools for ₦400,000, borrowed ₦500,000 from a microfinance bank, and collected the rest from friends, family, and a cooperative society. I still had to pay the agents for the connections and transportation.

I never suspected that I was being scammed.

The Journey to Kano

The journey began with a night bus from Ikorodu to Kano. The agent had warned me not to carry too much luggage to avoid suspicion. I had a backpack with clothes, a Bible, and some cash hidden in my shoes.

In Kano, I met other hopeful travelers at a shady motel near Sabon Gari. Some had sold their homes to finance the journey. I met a man named Musa, a mechanic who shared stories of friends who had “made it” abroad. His optimism was contagious, and for the first time, I felt like this was the right decision.

cathodekazim:
Encounter with Boko Haram

The first major setback came on the journey from Kano to Niger. The vehicle I boarded had to pass through Maiduguri, a Boko Haram hotspot. Somewhere near the outskirts, we were stopped by armed men who forced us out of the vehicle.

They claimed to be “freedom fighters” but robbed us of everything valuable. A woman traveling with her child was beaten for hiding money in the baby’s diaper. I lost ₦50,000 and my phone. It was pure chaos, and I was lucky to escape with my life.

Niger: The Desert Crossing

From Maiduguri, we made it to Agadez in Niger, a hub for human trafficking and migration. This was where I realized the full extent of my mistake. The agent who was supposed to connect us to Morocco vanished after collecting the remainder of my money. I was stranded with no papers and no way forward.

I met people from Ghana, Senegal, and Gambia—all stuck in the same trap. A Gambian man named Lamin shared how he had been stranded in Agadez for two months after being robbed. Yet, despite the hopelessness, we pooled resources to pay a smuggler who promised to take us to Algeria.

The Sahara Desert was a nightmare. Packed into a Toyota Hilux with 15 people, we endured three days of unbearable heat, freezing nights, and minimal water. I saw a young man from Togo collapse and die. The smuggler didn’t even stop to bury him.

cathodekazim:
Algeria: Bandits and Betrayal

In Algeria, things went from bad to worse. Bandits raided our group near Tamanrasset, stealing whatever we had left. I had hidden $200 in my socks, which saved me from complete destitution.

In Oran, a coastal city, I worked as a porter for three weeks to save enough money to continue the journey. I met a kind Algerian woman named Amina who gave me food when she saw me begging. Not everyone was kind, though. Many locals treated us like animals, spitting at us and calling us “black slaves.”

cathodekazim:
Lessons Learned

My journey taught me that not all opportunities are real. Sometimes, the dream of greener pastures can turn into a nightmare. If you’re considering leaving Nigeria, please do your research and ensure your plans are legitimate. Don’t let desperation cloud your judgment.

I hope my story saves someone from making the same mistake.

cathodekazim:
Uncovering the Truth in Morocco

Morocco wasn’t the paradise I had imagined. Instead, it was a labyrinth of suffering. I ended up in Casablanca, living in a cramped ghetto with other migrants. Odd jobs like washing cars and unloading trucks barely kept me afloat. It was here that I uncovered a horrifying secret.

One night, while working at a car wash, I overheard a heated conversation in pidgin English. Two Nigerian men were arguing about “the girls.” Curious, I followed them to a run-down house. What I saw inside chilled me to the bone.

The house was filled with young women—mostly from Edo, Calabar, and Igbo states. They were barely dressed, sitting in silence with vacant expressions. One of them, a girl named Blessing, whispered to me, “Brother, please help us. We are trapped here.”


The Dark Trade

Over the following weeks, I pieced together their stories. These girls had been lured with promises of jobs in Europe, only to be trafficked into Morocco as sex slaves. Their “madam” confiscated their passports and forced them into prostitution to repay imaginary debts.

One girl, Ejiro, shared her story with me in tears: “I sold everything to make this trip. They told me I would be a housemaid in Italy, but I’ve been here for two years. I’ve tried to escape, but they’ll kill my family if I run.”

The desperation in their eyes haunted me. Some had been there for years, trapped in a cycle of abuse and exploitation.

A Glimmer of Hope

Despite the danger, I decided to help them. I secretly contacted a local priest who was known for assisting migrants. Together, we devised a plan to help some of the girls escape. It was risky—if the traffickers found out, we could all be killed.

One night, under the cover of darkness, we managed to smuggle three girls out of the house. They were taken to a safe house run by an NGO. But the success was bittersweet. For every girl we saved, dozens more remained trapped.


Lessons from the Journey

If there’s one thing my experience taught me, it’s this: not all that glitters is gold. The dream of greener pastures can easily become a nightmare. To anyone considering such a journey, I urge you to think twice.

I hope my story serves as a warning. Be cautious. Be informed. And above all, cherish the life you have.

PapaNnamdi:
Their minds where never made to cross over to Europe,
They just followed the bandwagon