I'm 26 years old and last year after graduating from one of the Polytechnics in Nigeria, I couldn't get a job.I needed to travel out of the country to better my life of that of my family.I planned on going to Turkey but fell into the hands of dupes who gave me fakedocuments and I was thrown out of the Turkish embassy during my interview and almost got arrested.
Standing outside, I met an old acquaintance,a
young guy I met through a mutual friend. I
found myself telling him about my plight
and how I had been duped into paying for fake
documents.I told him how my dad sold his plot
of land to ensure I traveled.How was I going to
tell them their money went down the drain?
He then told me the best thing was to tell them
I got the visa , so when my dad sends money for my flight ticket, I use it to go to Malaysia.He said he had an agent who would help me and also give me a
job once I get there.He said several guys had
gone to Malaysia too.
I told my excited parents that I got the Visa
and would need money for my flight. I raised 600 thousand naira which was sent to the agent
I had never met and was given a 1 month visa .
I got to Malaysia expecting to see the agent but never did. It was 3 weeks, no job,and paying my hotel bill, I had exhausted all my money.The so-called agent
I had been calling suddenly switched off his
phone. It was one week to the expiration of my visa.
So I decided to step-out and find other Nigerians who could help me.I was unsuccessful as the two guys I knew way back in Nigeria were club bouncers and had no connections.I was shocked because they claimed
to be big boys.
I was on my way back from one of my
unsuccessful outings.I was
wondering what to do when a short Indian man
intercepted me."Hello
my friend you looking for a job? I have a job
for you.How will you
like to earn 3 thousand dollars a month ? I was
speechless"" He told
me '"Lets go and have a drink and talk about it"
I was so happy..He took me to a spot not far
from where we met.It
was like a private house and I saw two other
Black boys who the man
introduced me to saying they were also
beneficiaries of the job.I was
just about to ask what the job was when a
waiter brought me a drink
and he told me to give him a minute to bring
papers which would show me my job description.
I don't know what happened next .I found
myself in an uncompleted building.I was confused at first and felt i was dreaming.But the cold was unbearable to be a mere dream and the sharp pain on the side of my belly was too intense to be real .I saw my shoes on the floor .I was
confused. How did I get here? What about the
job? Did I loose my chance by getting too
drunk? Then I recalled I didn't drink alcohol.
I decided to put on my shoes when I noticed
my legs were so swollen my shoes didn't size me anymore..
I left the place with no money in my pocket,
didn't even know where I
was.I tried to ask some Arabs to help but
noone even listened to me.
As I kept walking, I saw 2 security men and
walked up to them.They
were Nigerians and after telling them about my
plight, they took pity
on me and asked me to sleep in the factory
where they worked for the
night .They gave me some pain killers to relieve
me.But advised me to
go for a test the next day. The next day I told
them I had no money to
even go for a checkup and I was probably going
to be deported as I
had just one week for my visa to expire.
The elderly one told me there was a job
opening as a life guard at
some private beach. I couldn't be more
grateful.
I took up the job but the reoccurring belly
ache which I kept
suppressing with pain killers was getting more
intense.
Then after rescuing someone who almost
drowned, the intense stress
which accompanied that made me fall ill.And
after several tests, they
couldn't ascertain what was wrong with me.I
had used up all the little
money I earned from my job as a life guard
and I had no option but
to give myself up to the authorities so I could
be deported since I
couldn't pay for my flight ticket .
I returned to Nigeria seriously ill and my
parents took me from one
hospital to the other and they couldn't detect
what was wrong with
me.We went to several prayer houses even very
popular miracle
pastors who claimed it was evil people from my
village chasing
me.Destiny killers they said.I was ordered to
fast for 21 days and four
days later I collapsed .
Then my father ran into an old classmate who
owned a hospital.He
told him about my plight and he told my dad to
bring me over.
He ordered a full scan to be run on me and
while I was alone, he came
to me and said" Young man, why did you have
one of your kidney's
removed?" I was shocked 'My Kidney? Sir I
don't get". He smiled"At
least if you want to have your kidney removed,
do it well.You must
have earned a few millions from it so what did
you do with the
money ? Why didn't you treat yourself
properly?"""
I was confused and i insisted i knew nothing
and he showed me the
scan.Yes one kidney was missing.He also said
the closure was perfectly
done and skin was used to cover up the
stitch.He said only Indians did
such perfect cover-ups.After insisting there was
a mistake
somewhere ,the doctor said the fact was one of
my kidneys was
removed and he told me the dangers of selling
my kidney which many
Nigerian youths do these days to make quick
cash
I was in tears and I told him I didn't know what
he was talking about
then I recalled the Indian man I met who told
me he had a job for
me .
It hit me that that man had me drugged and
took me to an unknown
place and had my kidney removed and then
dumped me in that
building.
Now I'm a 26 year old man who put my
parents through hell and I'm now living on one kidney and very ill.I keep hoping this one doesn't develop a problem .I want youths to be careful
of where they go to and who they interact with.I just found-out its a cartel and several African jobless youths have been trapped and have their kidneys removed without their knowledge .
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