bros you sef dey here?? abeg shift make i follow you siddon.

Ojota to computer village na 100naira. And yet you go order memory card
online.

Sorry o.

nice story

Nice story

we stayed there for one week without going outside, this was where all the kidnappings happen mostly to those that did not used a trusted connection, although there was nothing like trust as far as libyer was concerned everybody bear he papa name cus them no day tell man na man day decide, this were the words used over there.
we where then transferred again to another ghetto still inside sahba and it was our last bus stop of the money my friend payed.
getting there it was a fenced compound that was owned by a white arabic man who use it for goat rearing and rent it out also to a 9ja man who built a house that was roofed with tarpoly. as we entered inside we meant another set of people that came also from different countries and again another ghetto boss welcomed us in.
my friend left me there after two weeks time because he did kept to his promise by bringing me to libeyer and now it was just my and god and the rest others that was till in the ghetto because they also had no money to further the journey.
the sun there was D. I. E it was very hot that when ever we baff it only take one minute for to dry off our body by it self,
and everyday we do house work inside the compound when ever we did not go out to look for job if we where to eat.
we where always careful when ever we go out to look for any kind of work for any amount because our life depended on it. i change my mind in staying in libyer after seeing all the horrible thing that was going on there to cross to europe
this continued for two months till i was able to raise 100 dinars and the connection man pitied me and accepted the money from me and i awaited my next journey to tripoli........................to be continued

No be small suffer o

mrfarmer600:
after much ride on the journey to sahba we arrived at about 1 pm in the afternoon in a near by areal close to the town and the driver stopped and we came down and change to another hilux which carried us to a house near by the main city of sahba.
we were there for about 2 hours before another hilux showed up again, but this time we were shared and pick up according to the connection men hands we pass through, and entered the vehicle few in number so not to drown attention to us and make it look as if we were coming back from work as we were going to drive true the city main roads.
hmmmm as soon as we entered the city O MY GOD it was like a war zoon in sahba what we were seeing was not was not what we expected, there was bullet holes all over the wall of the buildings then i asked myself who send me.
while still on the street of sahba we had some eyes that did not go to the mosque starring at us like we stole something.
finally we arrived at our first ghetto the vehicle and we all that came with it entered the up stair building.
in side the building we meant other as well who came before us, some of which have been there for one to two year welcomed us and lecture us of all the rules.
which was no going out of the building and does that have been there for long all way put on overalls as if they were going or coming to work in the eyes of the white arabs.
(number two) no starring at they women, we where told if we do that they are arabs that are watching us and even pointing a gun to us:
(number three) no fighting cause it will drown attention to the house and that was a big problem.
(number four) no fighting and obey the old people you meant there and most importantly the guy in charge which was the ghetto boss that in controls of everything and nobody is allowed to go out without his permission, he was also the one that collected our remaining leftovers food that came with of from the desert, and those that brought other foodstuffs with them contribubes theys as well so that we all could eat from it.
the girls where hot cake in libyer and for that they separated from the guys just so, those of them that have business to do can continue.................................... to be continued

Girls are hot cake in libya

Wahala dey oh.

Cc makydebbie

Na wah ooo..... so it took you 2 months to raise just 200Dinar?

mrfarmer600:
we stayed there for one week without going outside, this was where all the kidnappings happen mostly to those that did not used a trusted connection, although there was nothing like trust as far as libyer was concerned everybody bear he papa name cus them no day tell man na man day decide, this were the words used over there.
we where then transferred again to another ghetto still inside sahba and it was our last bus stop of the money my friend payed.
getting there it was a fenced compound that was owned by a white arabic man who use it for goat rearing and rent it out also to a 9ja man who built a house that was roofed with tarpoly. as we entered inside we meant another set of people that came also from different countries and again another ghetto boss welcomed us in.
my friend left me there after two weeks time because he did kept to his promise by bringing me to libeyer and now it was just my and god and the rest others that was till in the ghetto because they also had no money to further the journey.
the sun there was D. I. E it was very hot that when ever we baff it only take one minute for to dry off our body by it self,
and everyday we do house work inside the compound when ever we did not go out to look for job if we where to eat.
we where always careful when ever we go out to look for any kind of work for any amount because our life depended on it. i change my mind in staying in libyer after seeing all the horrible thing that was going on there to cross to europe
this continued for two months till i was able to raise 100 dinars and the connection man pitied me and accepted the money from me and i awaited my next journey to tripoli........................to be continued

From sahba to tripoli

From tripoli to Europe.

Op make it snappy nahhh plz

juniormercy:
Na wah ooo..... so it took you 2 months to raise just 200Dinar?

100

Thegamingorca:



Girls are hot cake in libya

Wahala dey oh.

Cc makebbie

Hahahaha.

makydebbie:
Hahahaha.

Have you read the story?

This Libya trip Is something I must venture

But in a plane.

I must see the sand dunes for myself

Thegamingorca:



Have you read the story?

This Libya trip Is something I must venture

But in a plane.

I must see the sand dunes for myself

Lemme read the story lol. Will you take me with you?

makydebbie:
Lemme read the story lol. Will you take me with you?

why not...but I don't want to promise anything yet

Am still following

Following....closely...like a suspense movie!

Originalsly:
Following....closely...like a suspense movie!

bros you dey here too?

alfonso36:
bros you dey here too?

Yea!...front row!...until the end!

then the day of the journey to tripoli came and some other people who has also payed for the journey came the day before the journey started we bought some things like bread biscuit and plastic bottle minerals with us before starting the journey with a hilux.
we drove out of sahba city and spent the hole day driving and stopped latter at night at a place that looks like some kind of a real estates but only had a place for security and was fenced with gates in all the compound, we entered the compound and saw other people also we all spent the night there sleeping on the ground.
and the same hilux came the next day and the driverman called our names, i head my name and then entered the hilux.
as soon as all names where called the journey continued and stop again at night in a small town but i cant remember the name .
the next day after much waiting for the hilux to come and pick us up so we can continue the journey, but it came at around 11 am and called our names again this was to ensure there was no stranded people around that area that came to join us.
then continued the journey with everyones name that was called, and latter that day in the evening i think around 1am, we came to a place where we all were asked to come down from the hilux and started walking with the driver partner who came with him on the journey while the driver drove off. we walked as fast and quiet as we could and climbed tall mountains till we arrived at the other side of the mountain where will meant our driver and two other men with ak-47 waiting for us.
we continued walking along side with the men with guns, while the driver drove far away from us to observe any signs of rebels,
we continued this for almost about 1 hour till we arrived to the hilux again and the men search us and take with them any phones they could find on us, and we then entered the hilux, but this time we where not allowed to seat as we want but were arrange with by the driver with us seating inside the hilux back with our legs fold together and the next person seat so closed to you with folded legs and then we were covered with a blanket like it was a hilux that carried farm goods.
the arrangement was unbearable that we all were crying while on the drive and could not see out side or to known where we are at the moment.
then the hilux stopped all of a sudden and the driver asked us to come down, which became a problem cause we could not feel our legs anymore, it was morning already as soon as we came down from the hilux we all fell to the ground cause we could not walk.
mean while the next ride was already waiting for us, they allowed us to rest before we all entered the next vehicle that was like a dyna truck and we all entered with the same formation because it was two hilux that brought us to this point.
we drove for about 3 hour and then stopped in an area closed to tripoli were we awaited the next ride that was going to take us into the city of tripoli.................................to be continued

Hmmmmm....

Mandem.... I dey feel you

This journey no worth am at all

Op, this is so detailed and interesting. If you haven't already you should write a book about the experience. There aren't enough biographical accounts of those that cross the deserts to get to Europe.

londoner:
Op, this is so detailed and interesting. If you haven't already you should write a book about the experience. There aren't enough biographical accounts of those that cross the deserts to get to Europe.

More than enough around the difference is individual experiences.

justwise:
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More than enough around the difference is individual experiences.

Not ones written by Nigerians though. Especially with the whole slavery aspect to it.

londoner:


Not ones written by Nigerians though. Especially with the whole slavery aspect to it.

There is I think by a nairander too can't remember the ID now as it happened couple years ago

All in the name of going to Europe.Some people get mind o.

Following...
Please continue

LIBYA IS A VERY LARGE COUNTRY,ALMOST X2 OF NIGERIA

IF YOU ARE FORTUNATE TO GET TO SICILY,AN ITALIAN SMALL ISLAND AT NORTH OF LIBYA,YOU'RE ALMOST AT ITALY

atoleybaba:
This journey no worth am at all

it's worth it if you eventually succeed in getting to europe but note that the journey is a herculean task,out of 100people that will venture into it,about 30%will make it,40%will be end as slaves,25%will die and 5% will be wanderers in libyan territory.those 30% that made it are doing great in their respective european destination,menial jobs,some has already gotten a legal base(resident/work permit)in the country.IT'S ALL ABOUT LUCK

Kingsley1000:
it's worth it if you eventually succeed in getting to europe but note that the journey is a herculean task,out of 100people that will venture into it,about 30%will make it,40%will be end as slaves,25%will die and 5% will be wanderers in libyan territory.those 30% that made it are doing great in their respective european destination,menial jobs,some has already gotten a legal base(resident/work permit)in the country.IT'S ALL ABOUT LUCK

Do you not think the money they pay to traffickers can be better used in Africa in maybe starting a trade or business? Even going to another African country if they must leave Nigeria?

Why go through all that risking of life and abuse just to end up doing menial jobs? Even if they eventually get some form of immigration status their lack of education will keep them at the bottom in terms of jobs.

With all you have said above I, struggle to see the sense in such a perilous venture.