| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Elxandre(m): 5:22am On Mar 18, 2018 |
gaby:
This is going to make 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.This 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
Did you cross? |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by emmabest2000(m): 5:39am On Mar 18, 2018 |
11/11/11 special date 2 Likes 2 Shares |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Nairalane: 6:08am On Mar 18, 2018 |
gaby:
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.
joseid,nairalane,skyken001,nazarene,dexcira Even, if it's just an article of few pages, develop something from these experiences, God will guide you through and we can even help with promoting it..... Just suggesting a title "My Sojourn to Spain on Land"... People will damn want to see how that happened! 6 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by PotatoSalad(m): 7:12am On Mar 18, 2018 |
Had Just one close friend, he died on December 1, 2017. We talked on the phone 2 days earlier, he was sick; intestinal cancer. His voice sounded different. Dude was a strong guy. He said that he wanted to rest and will call me later and that was it. I don't know man, It still feels weird till now. Dude was hardworking, we always shared ideas. He beat this cancer in 2016 but it came back and took his life. I planned to invite him to my new place this January but man  It's just sad man 6 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Ellabae(f): 7:45am On Mar 18, 2018 |
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| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Taku555(m): 7:49am On Mar 18, 2018 |
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| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by promise46(m): 7:53am On Mar 18, 2018 |
gaby:
This is going to make 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.This 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
Hello Sir,
can you get to write about this experience with us at https://thatothercity.com
or email : ifeatu@ifeatuosegbo.com.
I hope to read more about your vast pool of experience at https://thatothercity.com
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| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Nobody: 8:09am On Mar 18, 2018 |
Northmall:
February 7, 2017
Lost my baby sister and I couldn't get to see her before she was buried. She was just 10 yo sorry for your loss 1 Like |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Nobody: 8:21am On Mar 18, 2018 |
sunemi:
I just feel like sharing this for the first time. It was my 12th birthday and I was in our apartment. My neighbors children (girls) of about 10 and 8 respectively came in. Immediately they went to our bathroom to shower. The door was opened, their dad checked them in their flat and didn't see them, so he just barged into my flat. They were just stepping out of the bathroom (naked) and on seeing them, he started accusing me of raping them. I am an introvert and very naive about sex then. Immediately he alerted the other neighbors and everyone on the street. The police came in an hour and they beat me like a thief, I cried and cried. I was abused heavily as a kid. I was handcuffed and taken to the station with no one to believe me. I thank God for the intervention of my parents and some other people around, I was vindicated. He ruined my birthday party that was supposed to take place that night. It was the worst birthday gift anyone could get. The stigma almost made me commit suicide. It happened in Ogun State. Till today it still hurts. I can't ever forgive him even after 13years. You are right, just try and forgive him so as not to be bittered and so it won't hinder your coming blessings. Stay blessed bro! 2 Likes |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by gaby(m): 8:31am On Mar 18, 2018 |
blueeyes1:
Please , open a thread, you never know, your story might save someone and please tag me when you do, thanks Will sure do..Thanks Ma |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by gaby(m): 8:32am On Mar 18, 2018 |
blueeyes1:
I wish I could give you a hug right now. It is well sis..thanks 1 Like |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Nobody: 8:37am On Mar 18, 2018 |
obataokenwa:
I was writing exam for my babe back in school and was caught. The lecturer ordered the security to pull all my shirts and I had only one nicker on and paraded the whole faculty of Biz Admin. No camera phone then. Lol.. Where is she now? |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by sunemi(m): 8:41am On Mar 18, 2018 |
We were all naive kids. 12,10 and 8.. What do we know?? I was in JSS1 ohem007:
no vex o....
Buh why would you allow them take their bath in your house |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by obataokenwa(m): 9:06am On Mar 18, 2018 |
Jigba:
Lol.. Where is she now? she's married. My fault we are not married. |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Nobody: 9:15am On Mar 18, 2018 |
Elxandre:
What would have happened if you fell unconscious? Might have gone crazy. 1 Like |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by gaby(m): 9:18am On Mar 18, 2018 |
Elxandre:
Did you cross? Sure i did after two years owing largely to not having anyone abroad to send me money unlike most of my co-travellers who had left me behind and already settled in Spain and other countries.But i did refuse to wallow in self pity during my stay in Morocco and picked up myself when i ran into someone i had lent 200$ along the way and gotten separated from at some point.Dude got into Rabat and never cared to look out for me to fulfil his promise of repaying me. So i mentioned to some of my hungry and angry lion pals that i've got 200$ somewhere with someone who's in town but avoiding me,everyone was like say what? And we are here stranded and starving?With no mercy we mobilized one beautiful morning with battle axes and swords to boot and traced Mr's ghetto where we found him with the group of girls he was trafficking to his sister up town. We held everyone in the lodge to ransom after enough slaps on the Target. At a point the humane part of me kicked in as usual and i could no longer stand the smack down ans started pleading on the targets behalf but my mercenaries turned on me and proceeded to force him to call his sister who was made sure to listen to the slaps been rained on her brother.She immediately ran to a western union office to remit plus extra for the boys. Within 1 hour i got 200$ which i split in two- one part plus extra for mercenaries who could seize it all from me if they so wished but knowing how i'm Mr cool and all i've been through i was allowed to keep my 100$. After the hit and the boys had proceeded to get their supply of hasjes for the day,i moved from the target location and headed into the city center to see what i can do with my latest life-line. At this point i needn't a soothsayer to have told me i'll be in Rabat for a long haul and to survive until Miracle happens i decided i was going to spend my lifeline getting at least 2 hair clippers and see how i'd float a salon however and wherever. So i bought the 2 clippers and a cover cloth got home and showed to pals who with their bushy hairs made me clean them all up for free ofcourse. Now i needed to get a space to start working,renting a shop was completely out of it as you can imagine. So i remembered there was this teleboutique where we usually go slot in coins to make calls, i approached papa the owner and pleaded he allowed me a space at a corner in front of his shop to my amazement papa was so happy and willing to give me space. I needed a chair to sit potential customers while shaving them so i moved into the market close by where i found one of these wooden fruit boxes and moved it to my new space.I'd sit on or stand beside my wooden box office while canvassing for customers and boy,i didn't even need much canvassing not with all the destitute like fellows tripping into Rabat on a daily unkempt and haggard looking after many months in the desert. In no time my lil space had turned into a meeting point for all immigrants and i had gotten a boy who pleaded to work with me.(Dude is a recording artiste based in Norway now). He became my worker and in no time i had the 2 working for me while they make returns at the end of each day. So i managed until i started a mini bureau de change where i'd sneak into town to buy Pesetas (this was before the introduction of euros) on the cheap and proceed to sell at a mark up to those lucky enough with helpers and could afford the 1,200-1,500 $ cross over fee. As i no get who to help me na i jejely accept my fate become aboki wey dey change money and lend money. I had become very comfortable and started losing steam on crossing over into spain at this time even though it wasn't easy saving from my business to make up the cross over fee which was also most of the times a gamble as you could lose it all in flash if anything goes wrong as it often times did. Hard knock life it is..My story big oo and e long wella. 17 Likes 2 Shares |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by gaby(m): 9:29am On Mar 18, 2018 |
Nairalane:
Even, if it's just an article of few pages, develop something from these experiences, God will guide you through and we can even help with promoting it..... Just suggesting a title "My Sojourn to Spain on Land"... People will damn want to see how that happened! You get sense bro will definitely think that through. Couldn't sleep last night after the lil i spilled on here i was just reliving it all and cried my hearts out.(No shame) I count myself lucky to be alive man to even start a narrative on my life story. I wasn't the smartest amongst all,but damn was i lucky? Hell yeah. Writing this and remembering friends and clients alike i lost who'd come to my shop and say guy my folks just sent me money to cross over and i wont be needing this passport and jewelries you can have them to sell and push your ministry forward while you are waiting for your time and the next day i'll be greeted with news that the boats ferrying my friends capsized and they all drowned. (R.I.P Smart,Nelson and all you other guys) Actually promised you guys we'll meet on the other side.As you all know we cared less about death in the jungle as it had become second nature,but i'm sorry i lost you guys to the waters which i barely survived probably to tell this story.Can you imagine the pain and life time scar? Sobbing right now guys i'm sorry this is too tough on me reliving. It's been frigging 20 years and i'm just sharing all these and the impact is just hitting me. I'm fucking scarred and damaged emotionally for life now i know. N.B I'm still thinking on the best way to let my story out and just help myself heal especially even while passing a lesson to the readers. In the interim i'd pause on telling it all until i've decided on how best to proceed. Please i do not want my story shared without my express permission except with someone probably willing to help me develop it into a readable one piecer as it is presently disjointed and not exactly how i would want it presented. Thanks for your understanding guys. Credit for picture source:Akintunde Akinleye/Reuters 12 Likes 1 Share 
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| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Nobody: 9:39am On Mar 18, 2018 |
February 9 1995 i smoked my first full tie of weed.. After school hours with my crew. Next thing i am fighting everybody & commanding them, even those that can beat me with one hand tied  but the worst part is my then lovely gf came to meet me up when me & my crew got back to the school compound only for me to start calling her all sorts of names in public & painfully till date no one ever mentioned what i said to her even tho she forgave me 1 Like |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by SKYKEN001: 9:43am On Mar 18, 2018 |
gaby:
You get sense bro. Couldn't sleep last night after the lil i spilled on here i was just reliving it all and cried my hearts out.(No shame)
I count myself lucky to be alive man to even start a narrative on my life story.
I wasn't the smartest amongst all,but damn was i lucky? Hell yeah. Writing this and remembering friends and clients alike i lost who'd come to my shop and say guy my folks just sent me money to cross over and i wont be needing this passport and jewelries you can have them to sell and push your ministry forward while you are waiting for your time and the next day i'll be greeted with news that the boats ferrying my friends capsized and they all drowned. Can you imagine the pain and life time scare?
Sobbing right now guys i'm sorry this is too tough on me reliving.
It's been frigging 20 years and i'm just sharing all these and the impact is just hitting me.
I'm fucking scarred for life now i know. I swear.... This is touching |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by gaby(m): 9:47am On Mar 18, 2018 |
SKYKEN001:
I swear.... This is touching The last piece just completely broke me this Sunday morning. You can imagine the tit bits i've been sharing here which isn't even 10% of the story of my life,then you'd understand why i haven't been able to share before now especially on one-on-ones. Who wan siddon dey listen to my long epilogue and even believe me. Will just take a break for now. 4 Likes |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Nobody: 9:55am On Mar 18, 2018 |
gaby:
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. Dude I just read your story and it got me engaged, hoping to read more of your experience, maybe I can learn something from it. Seems you have gone through a lot as a man. |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by schumastic(m): 10:09am On Mar 18, 2018 |
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| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by gaby(m): 10:09am On Mar 18, 2018 |
Tobi7:
Dude I just read your story and it got me engaged, hoping to read more of your experience, maybe I can learn something from it. Seems you have gone through a lot as a man. Thanks Tobi,trust me loads to learn from it.I haven't been courageous to share this much with anyone before now but with the edging on i received here and even though i break down intermittently in sobs,it's been more of therapy than entertainment. I've got to apologise to the op of this thread as it seems my story has hijacked his/her thread. It wasn't deliberate please just a spur of the moment. 7 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by schumastic(m): 10:09am On Mar 18, 2018 |
TiffanyJ:
Whatever are you thinking? Molesting or domestic abuse that's if am not mistaken |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by darlingnuel(m): 10:11am On Mar 18, 2018 |
joyberry:
On 12th December 2009, when I walked into the palour ,from a short nap in the room, only to find my elder sister dead body on the chair.For a while, i thought she was sleeping, but the posture of her body made me suspicious. I tried waking her up to no avail,i stayed with her dead body till Mumsy came back,cos i didnt know what else to do. I was just 14 then and it left a psychological scar on me.The first time I saw a dead body of one close to me. This got me weeping. Was she ill? Be comforted. |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Nobody: 10:13am On Mar 18, 2018 |
gaby:
Thanks Tobi,trust me loads to learn from it.I haven't been courageous to share this much with anyone before now but with the edging on i received here and even though i break down intermittently in sobs,it's been more of therapy thank entertainment.
I've got to apologise to the op of this thread as it seems my story has hijacked his/her thread. It wasn't deliberate please just a spur of the moment. lol, I also help you in apologizing to the OP. I pray OP accepts your Apologies. |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by gaby(m): 10:14am On Mar 18, 2018 |
Nairalane:
Even, if it's just an article of few pages, develop something from these experiences, God will guide you through and we can even help with promoting it..... Just suggesting a title "My Sojourn to Spain on Land"... People will damn want to see how that happened! "Europe by bidon" lol Literally translates to travelling to europe through the desert with a water keg. If you've seen any pictures of travellers on land loaded into trucks,you'll notice kegs hanging out all around the trucks.Those were individual survival kits for we the journeyers on that journey of possible no return. That was a nickname we coined for ourselves then.  1 Like |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by schumastic(m): 10:34am On Mar 18, 2018 |
gaby:
Yup i'm Edo but your comment was going kinda stereotypical seeing in my group alone we had Igbo,Yoruba,Edo etc.
Yep made it to Spain and beyond. I would say you were lucky and destined to make it. Yours is better since it was 10years back, compared d to the tales I have heard from migrants who returned last year till date, its really sad. There is a tv program called talking migration, which we air in our media firm and that's how I get to know about all the above mentioned you talked about. Sometimes I shed tears when ever they recount their ordeal. It was a bit easier to make the journey years back when there was no crisis in the middle east. The situation right now is so bad that they sale human beings as slaves to a fellow human. CNN had to cover it to let the world know what is really going on in Libya and other north African countries. |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by schumastic(m): 10:37am On Mar 18, 2018 |
Angel1696:
Mind was on 13/09/2013 my ex girl friend birthday we had an accident while going home, later in the night around 11 pm when we were searching for her phone so I remember that her phone might have fell off on the spot where we had an accident so I went out that night in search of her phone under a heavy rainfall what my eyes saw that night while coming back around 12:30 am was a raw witch standing in front of us( me and bike man) there was unexplainable fear,tension fell on us and we were one minute away from been destroyed by the witch in a junction along ikot osurua in ikot ekpene LGA but God save me twice so that day 13/09/2013 that was on Friday will ever remain fresh in my memory like it happened yesterday
Please shed more light on this story, most importantly the part you saw the witch 1 Like |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Theonlycoolmonk: 10:38am On Mar 18, 2018 |
schumastic:
I would say you were lucky and destined to make it. Yours is better since it was 10years back, compared d to the tales I have heard from migrants who returned last year till date, its really sad.
There is a tv program called talking migration, which we air in our media firm and that's how I get to know about all the above mentioned you talked about. Sometimes I shed tears when ever they recount their ordeal.
It was a bit easier to make the journey years back when there was no crisis in the middle east. The situation right now is so bad that they sale human beings as slaves to a fellow human. CNN had to cover it to let the world know what is really going on in Libya and other north African countries. Just a thought since you are in the media business maybe you can help to get him share is story with the world. I don't know how things work in the media industry and what you guys consider news worthy but to an untrained eyes like mine I think it is worth given a try. |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Nobody: 10:42am On Mar 18, 2018 |
cant really remember the date, but it happened while i was in terminus, Jos, plateau state, i got to JUTH, railway side of terminus, there were some boutiques 'round there, i got there bought some clothes, something was pushing me to leave that area immediately, it was so strong, i had to stop gisting, i was walking fast, then something told me why not run, instead of walking, well i started running, peeps were looking at me, like i had gone crazy, imagine a 6ft9 running in terminus lolzz, well immediately i got to my gate, i heard a very very loud explosion, lo nd behold, it was a bomblast close to JUTH where i was buying some clothes and gisting, saw it on news later, and immediately i cried nd knelt down praising His name 22 Likes 2 Shares |
| Re: Share A Day You Can Never Forget by Sillyprofits(m): 10:44am On Mar 18, 2018 |
gaby:
Yup i'm Edo but your comment was going kinda stereotypical seeing in my group alone we had Igbo,Yoruba,Edo etc.
Yep made it to Spain and beyond. Em... I think its a norm in Edo. Most peeps I know who trolled that path are all from Edo and I guess it has to do with a societal behavior that has been passed down from time.... Most people I know from the SE who also attempted that had been to Edo too. And I totally understand because I'd do the same if I had no option. Sometimes it's better to die trying to live on your knees. Especially as a first son in Nigeria. Hope you don't mind if I ask, but what do you currently for a living now ? And pls tell us about your experience as a fraudster back then. I've got a thing for a good story, gaby 1 Like |
