onismate:

hahahahahahah... my guy na u ooooo. Just take it easy oooo. plan the journey wella before moving

thanks Bro. Patience Is A Virtue. So There Was No Hope Of U Continuing Ur Studies.

Barnabas! Am Not Surprised. U Trusted Him Too Much. Even Your Righ-hand Man Can Harm U. I Could Remember When I Gave My Guy Money To Buy Shoes For Me. I Trusted Him. The Dude Scammed Me. He Said The Guy Who Sells The Shoe, Took The Money And Refused To Give Em The Shoes. I Asked Em About The Guy, He Said The Has Ran To Lagos.
I Kept My Cool. I Have Also Learnt Something From It.

Interesting

Captivating!
I had visited Malaysia with my family and particularly enjoyed the beautiful Kuala Lumpur with array of shopping plazas e.g BB complex and the world tallest twin towers. Beautiful KL I must say, but no one enjoys a country as an illegal immigrant.
I'm glad you came out alive to tell your tale.

Interesting ....better person hold his admission letter for hand and study permit before leaving Lagos airport

Why cant you just finish the long story... Its really annoying having to wait for u to update. People will lose interest if you keep delaying unnecessarily like this.

lighternote:
Captivating!
I had visited Malaysia with my family and particularly enjoyed the beautiful Kuala Lumpur with array of shopping plazas e.g BB complex and the world tallest twin towers. Beautiful KL I must say, but no one enjoys a country as an illegal immigrant.
I'm glad you came out alive to tell your tale.

just relax ur mind and read on till we finish. More updates coming

SisterCaro:
Why cant you just finish the long story... Its really annoying having to wait for u to update. People will lose interest if you keep delaying unnecessarily like this.

sistercaro abeg take am easy. I get too many busy schedule. But we go still finish the story

very interesting!

SkinnyDude:
Omo Am Also Obsessed With Travelling Abroad. I Read My Wall Map More Than I Read My Books. I Know Almost Every Country In This World. My Guys For Sch And House Call Me, Malaysia! Guy, I Have Had So Many Dream About Abroad. I Have Been To India, Finland, Malaysia, Russia, And Ukraine In Dream..
When Am In A Bus Or Keke, I See Myself On A Plane Flying To Helsinki. Nothing Will Stop Me Oh! I Must See The End Of This. I Told My Mum That I Wont Go For HND, that ND Is Okay For Me. That I Want To Leave This Country. She Is Against It. But Am Thomas. Am Graduating This Year. Bye Bye Naija In Advance.

skinnydude,re u leaving nija soonest

After what ebuka told me, I walked to my hotel room. I didn’t know what to do. Either to call my parents; but that would be a bad news because my dad warned me before travelling. He wouldn’t even give me an audience. I had only called him twice since I came and told him all was well. I rechecked my visa again. To be sincere, I had barely checked it when it was given to me in Nigeria because of my excitement to travel out. I noticed that the expiry period of the visa was 14 days and that day was the 8th day. I met with soji to confirm what ebuka told me. Na there soji come open up to me. He took me to the back of the hotel. Where they dump refuse there. He opened a room there and I saw the shock of my life. I saw black people, over 30 people in that room. The room was sticking. The odour that came out of the room can even kill a new born baby. Immediately we entered, na so the people begin wan climb window wan jump out. Some were trying to run out from the door. I began wondering what was pursuing them that me nearly started running. Soji told them to calm down that I wasn’t a police. Na so dem begin calm down. Looking at their faces, they might confuse one as criminals. Soji began to explain to them that I just came into Malaysia. “Ok bros you wan come join us? Them chop your money too?” one of the guys shouted. “me come join una, to do wetin!” I thought to myself because that place was a dustbin. As beautiful as the hotel is, I never knew there was a room like that in that building. I began to wonder how they were coping there and why soji brought me there.

Na so guys come dey hail me ooo Just because I came from Naija. “If only they knew what I was going through at that moment” I thought to myself. As if soji was reading my mind, he just took me out of the place immediately and he began telling me that that was the place he stays. “With those guys?” I shouted. “Yes nah,” he said. He began telling me that all of them including himself are illegal immigrants. Their visas had expired and many of them thinks they can’t just return to Nigeria. They can’t bear the shame. And they don’t even have money for ticket back to Nigeria. The worst part of it is that the Malaysian Government doesn’t tolerate illegal immigrants, most especially African descents. He said that that was why the room he took me to was made available. So they hide themselves from the police. They rarely come out and if police should catch any of them, they take them to prison and many times, they kill them there. Soji narrated how about 12 people have been killed out of them and police officers normally frequents the hotel because they feel they would be harboring illegal immigrants. Soji opened up to me that many guys in that room were brought into the that country by ebuka. That was his main job and not the manager he told me about. He would bring young boys who are willing to come. They would sell their properties and send him money for invitation letter. Soji also said he (ebuka) works with a guy called Opus in Lagos. They would facilitate coming to Malaysia with the hope of the person getting a better life and job. But after bringing them, they would leave them stranded after visa expiration. Many of them won’t be willing to go back because they had spent so much. They sold all their properties just to travel. Getting to Malaysia, they discovered their visa can’t be renewed there. So they have nowhere to go and how to get back to Nigeria, getting caught by the security agents will even be more deadlier. Unlike some other countries that their security and immigration agents could be a little soft, the Malaysian case was different, they can kill an illegal immigrant and many have even been killed extra judicially inside their cell. Ebuka would just abandon there, he has gotten the money he wants from them. They can’t be roaming like that, he decided to offer them the room in that hotel plan B. soji also told me that ebuka had been in this business for a long time. Bringing gullible Nigerians into Malaysia, promising to give them job but would later abandon them. And once they found themselves in that kind of situation, one can’t just anything because sometimes he would be the one to report them to the police and they would arrest them, sometimes kill them. As this guy dey narrate, I just dey look. Soji also said that the $2,000 I sent, that was what barnabas who is ebuka’s cousin used to buy his ticket to Caribbean to start another life. He was tired of Malaysia and ebuka couldn’t help him. soji also said that he had to risk his life to come and pick me at the airport because ebuka said he had settled the Malaysian policeman that accompanied him to the airport, in other to shield/ cover me from others that might try to arrest him. Hmmm, because I wondered why the car we entered, a policeman with uniform was inside with us, which prompted me to begin to wonder if we were been arrested the day I came.
As soji narrated their ordeal and how they have been trying to avoid the police and security agents in Malaysia, I pitied him. I never knew mine was coming in a matter of days. He said he can’t just go back to Nigeria like that, that his family are looking up to him and his plan is to move to the Caribbean because he heard they are many opportunities there. But he doesn’t have any money and nobody or company would offer an illegal migrant a job. He advised me to come and join them in that dustbin of a room, that I was wasting too much money on hotel accommodation. I told him never to worry about that that I can convince ebuka to help me. He laughed, that he has been in Malaysia for over 3 years in that condition, “ebuka can’t help you,” he said to me.
Na who go come help me ?
to be continued................

Guy you funny die, are you sure you were in Malaysia ?

As soji narrated their ordeal and how they have been trying to avoid the police and security agents in Malaysia, I pitied him. I never knew mine was coming in a matter of days. He said he can’t just go back to Nigeria like that, that his family are looking up to him and his plan is to move to the Caribbean because he heard they are many opportunities there. But he doesn’t have any money and nobody or company would offer an illegal migrant a job. He advised me to come and join them in that dustbin of a room, that I was wasting too much money on hotel accommodation. I told him never to worry about that that I can convince ebuka to help me. He laughed, that he has been in Malaysia for over 3 years in that condition, “ebuka can’t help you,” he said to me.
Two days to the expiration of my visa, I was at the hotel’s bar which was dominated by so many blacks. The bar is been managed by ebuka. A well-dressed Malaysian woman came to my table. She started chatting me up and we talked from world politics to sports and their country Malaysia. The way we talked, it looked as if we have known each other for years and she spoke good English. She told me she was a Malaysian immigration officer. Immediately I heard “Malaysian immigration officer,” na so my body move in excitement. It seemed my dream had come true. “This woman will help me with immigration status,” I thought to myself. I began asking her about immigration processes and how I can extend my stay in the country. She told me it was possible to extend my stay in Malaysia without stress and she was going to do it for me for free. I was so happy. She brought the bag she was carrying and brought out some forms for me to fill which I did. She even showed me her ID card that she indeed works for immigration officer. When she was going, she gave me $10 and said she would come back the next day. Na she even dash me money, unlike ebuka wey wan collect from me.

but if only i had known the purpose of her dashing me the

story continues. shortly..........

Oh jeez! Gullible guy. Naija guys don teach Malay ladies scam finish
Immigration officer ko.

onismate:
As soji narrated their ordeal and how they have been trying to avoid the police and security agents in Malaysia, I pitied him. I never knew mine was coming in a matter of days. He said he can’t just go back to Nigeria like that, that his family are looking up to him and his plan is to move to the Caribbean because he heard they are many opportunities there. But he doesn’t have any money and nobody or company would offer an illegal migrant a job. He advised me to come and join them in that dustbin of a room, that I was wasting too much money on hotel accommodation. I told him never to worry about that that I can convince ebuka to help me. He laughed, that he has been in Malaysia for over 3 years in that condition, “ebuka can’t help you,” he said to me.
Two days to the expiration of my visa, I was at the hotel’s bar which was dominated by so many blacks. The bar is been managed by ebuka. A well-dressed Malaysian woman came to my table. She started chatting me up and we talked from world politics to sports and their country Malaysia. The way we talked, it looked as if we have known each other for years and she spoke good English. She told me she was a Malaysian immigration officer. Immediately I heard “Malaysian immigration officer,” na so my body move in excitement. It seemed my dream had come true. “This woman will help me with immigration status,” I thought to myself. I began asking her about immigration processes and how I can extend my stay in the country. She told me it was possible to extend my stay in Malaysia without stress and she was going to do it for me for free. I was so happy. She brought the bag she was carrying and brought out some forms for me to fill which I did. She even showed me her ID card that she indeed works for immigration officer. When she was going, she gave me $10 and said she would come back the next day. Na she even dash me money, unlike ebuka wey wan collect from me.

but if only i had known the purpose of her dashing me the money !!!

www.hovabuzz.com.....

story continues. shortly..........

lighternote:
Oh jeez! Gullible guy. Naija guys don teach Malay ladies scam finish
Immigration officer ko.

oh my sister.... i think say na only Naija guys fit scam ...

suzzy16:
skinnydude,re u leaving nija soonest

if You Give Me Money Today, I Can Leave Tomorrow.

lighternote:
Oh jeez! Gullible guy. Naija guys don teach Malay ladies scam finish
Immigration officer ko.

Lol.. and you believe this?

OMG this guy is so naive, lol... I dont know how people can just trust so easily.

SkinnyDude:
if You Give Me Money Today, I Can Leave Tomorrow.

lol,na money everybody dey find o,even me,I wan go back to where I come frm,nigeria stress don tire me like shege

zeenhle:
OMG this guy is so naive, lol... I dont know how people can just trust so easily.

I dey tell you, trust no body oh

suzzy16:
lol,na money everybody dey find o,even me,I wan go back to where I come frm,nigeria stress don tire me like shege

where u come from?

fighal:
where u come from?

mars,re u fine now,btw,re u d one I'm chatting with

Jaypower2:
I dey tell you, trust no body oh

yes especially where money is involved,

She came back the next day and we met, she said there was a problem. That I came to Malaysia with a visiting visa without reference so for them to make my residential permit authentic, I have to pay a sum of $2,000. So rather than me going back to Nigeria to process it, the fee would be used to process everything. At first I became suspicious of her demand but remembered she gave me money, she might be a nice woman and she may even help me with a job in that country. I decided to take a shot at it. I went to my hotel room and brought $2000. Though I was having a double mind about what I was doing. Part of me said I should give it to her. Another part of me said I shouldn’t. She took the money and my passport. She said I looked scared. Why I no go fear, because it look as if there are too much scammers around even though she is not a Nigerian though. She said I should follow her to her house, that she would bring me back. All was just to prove to me that she wasn’t scamming me. Na so she carry me for her car and land for one fine residential estate. I met her kids, about 2. She even prepared one meal like that with carrot. She said she was a single mom. Na so dirty thoughts come dey enter my mind. As she was taking me back to the hotel, I began thinking of how I will date her, even milk her of her money. I presumed she loves me. After dropping me, she said she would come the next 2 days to come and take me to their office to finalized everything and I would be free to live and do anything positive in Malaysia. Na so I happy ooo.

I waited for next two days to come and next two days turned to one week, two weeks and this woman was yet to show her face with my passport and my resident permit documents. I have been kicked out of my hotel room. The once rejected dustbin room I refused at the back of the hotel building was where I was staying. Every night, I try to some around at the bar to see if I could see the woman but no show. Infact the police were frequenting the bar arresting illegal migrants.

My nightmare started when I began running up and down the building each time I hear the police siren. No rest of mind. No money to call my family at home to tell them what was going on. Infact, eating sef became a problem. That was why some of us in that dustbin looked like hungry demons. Large eyeballs chucked out, long neck, big head and tiny fingers. As a black man, you can’t walk freely on the streets of Malaysia without any security agents asking you about your immigration papers, passport and visa.
to be continued......

This particular night, I managed to move across the street to the estate of the immigration woman. I was hoping and praying that nothing wrong had happened to her because I took her as my mini Jesus. To save me from the hands of hardship and security officers in Malaysia. Not until I knocked on the door of the house she took me to. After knocking for 5 minutes and no one opened, I turned to start going when I I heard chuckles of door opening. The door opened and I a policeman with uniform. He couldn’t even understand English as he spoke in Malaysian language. Me sef no understand wetin he dey speak before the man start to dey shout. He was just shouting and screaming. People started coming out of their houses, fear grippe me. Before I knew what was happening, “wau… wau …wau” was what I started hearing. Sirens were blowing. “give me my gun on the table,” was what I heard from the man that opened the door in front of me. I ran as fast I could. I didn’t even know where I was running to. I trekked to that place, only God knew how I would trek out and get to the hotel. I was just running. The whole streets were shouting, it just looked as if Asians hates blacks because when I turned my back, I saw about 4 police cars with sirens on chasing only one person, me. So many thoughts were running through my head. I remembered what soji had said to me that the police officers have no mercy, they kill blacks like we Africans kill rats when we see them, most especially illegal immigrants like that are blacks.
I was able to run out of the estate into Kuala Lumpur. That was the most difficult because it was easy to chase and identify me. Infact, the way I was running, Malaysians began to run away from me as I got close to them. I ran into a grocery store, immediately, they chased me out. I ran into a tea shop, people inside the shop left their tea and ran out of the shop as if I was a monster. I was just running on the streets of Kuala Lumpur. I didn’t know how to locate hotel plan B. But it was God that helped me. The distance from Hotel plan B to the immigration woman’s place was not that far. I didn’t even know how I got to hotel plan B. sometimes I do think that an angel of God just took me to hotel plan B. But the angel that brought me back didn’t make the the police to stop chasing me. Barely 10 minutes I ran into the bar gasping for breath, the police moved in with heavy sniffer dogs. Everywhere became scattered, people were running out of the bar. As they came in, all illegal immigrants began to run helter skitter. Some find their way out. Those that were not lucky were caught. One was shot dead. Thank God for a black woman who saved me. She told me to hide myself under the table she was drinking. The table had a covering that can shield someone. If not for that, I would have been caught because all blacks in the building were caught. Na to come show say you legal immigrant or visitor for them to release or take them away. Under the table I stayed for 1 hour, sweating with my blood pressure risen. After the police had gone, I came out under the table. The bar had been disorganized and people leaving. The woman who said I should hide under her table asked me to seat. I no even gree seat because I no know if police go come again. She told me to calm down and seat that they were not coming. For my mind, “no be so the immigration woman take use dupe me?” maybe she wants to exploit me again. But now I no get money wey she fit take now.

I sat down as she said. “So you are one of the people disgracing Nigeria, tarnishing our image,” she shouted. She come dey para for me ooo. She began abusing. She said that night would have been my last because the ones they caught, they might likely kill them and their families, no one would know. The Nigerian Government would do nothing. Come see the way this woman dey para for me ooo. She was just shouting at me as if I stole money from her. I was so embarrassed, but couldn’t do anything, maybe the police might just come and nab me. She began asking me series of questions, asked me my name which I told her. He asked me why I was in Malaysia, I told her what happened and how I got there. She laughed at me, saying I had falling victim of ebuka’s scam. She said her name was madam rose and she’s a Nigerian business woman that visits Malaysia once in 3 months to buy goods. She said she often comes to the bar to drink each time she’s in the city so that was the first time of seeing me at the bar. She told me she has an advise for me if I was willing to take it, and infact she was ready to help me out of my predicament. I became happy immediately since she said she would help me. But at a time I wondered, was it not how the immigration woman did to me that she duped me. “Don’t worry, I don’t want your money. In fact am the one that wants to spend on you,” madam rose said in a pompous tone. “ What’s the help you want to render?” I asked. She told me that the help is just a little advise if I am willing to take it. “My advise is, go back to Nigeria now or else you will die here,” She shouted in a harsh tone. “Was that an advise,” I thought to myself. I thought she would tell me that she will give me some money to help me process my resident identity or even student admission status.

After much talk that night, madam rose said I should go and think about what she said, that infact she would even help pay my ticket back to Nigeria. I went back to the dustbin of a house feeling sad and depressed. I nearly lost my life that day, I lost my passport. I have no one to help me. I began thinking. Indeed madam rose sounds like a wealthy woman, buy why can’t she help me. She only help she wants to render is for me to go back to Nigeria which I was not willing to do. I have disappointed my parents with my disobedience, travelled against their will even when they provided the money for me. My dad even sounded it to my ears, that I should never come back to that house without buying him a car. The money he wants to use to buy a car was what he gave to me, so I shouldn’t come back to the house without a personal car for him. Surely, I can’t just go back to Naija without anything. The shame, the disgrace, after bragging to my friends that I was going to build the tallest storey building in Nigeria when i shall return. And it had been long I spoke to my family on phone. I was scared of calling because when they ask me how I was doing, what would be my explanation, what would I tell them?
After that day, I didn’t see madam rose again. I felt she was one of the numerous scammers who are going around Malaysia looking for who to devour their money.

Life was just too hard for me that I began regretting coming to Malaysia. How I wish I knew, I would have stayed back in Nigeria, finish my NYSC, wait for my dad as he said and would genuinely send me to Canada for my Post graduate. But I no gree, stubbornness over took me, now see were it has landed me. In my house in Nigeria, I eat 3x in a day. Sometimes 5x and I even eat what I like and what I want. I had never lacked anything”. As I was thinking about all those things, tears running down my eyes. 2 days now going and I was yet to eat anything. My body was shaking, no food, still stocked behind closed doors at the dustbin house. We are unable to leave, running from the police. No money to buy food. No free movement to even go and beg for money or even food. Everyone is afraid because when one is caught by the police, not even deportation but the torture and sometimes death given to the person would be worse.

story to be continued...

Good afternoon everyone! how una dey. I see u all

are you sure you encountered all this travail in reality coz it s hard for me to believe

onismate:
Good afternoon everyone! how una dey. I see u all

we dey fine ...your story is touching I almost shed tears!

I recommend for front page and NYSC section, lots of undergraduate and fresh graduates need to see this.

onismate:
Good afternoon everyone! how una dey. I see u all

we See U Too. Ride On

suzzy16:
lol,na money everybody dey find o,even me,I wan go back to where I come frm,nigeria stress don tire me like shege

SA No Dey Safe Now For Foreigner. You Get Another Place For Mind?