Wow friends...I met this young man by chance and
he told me his true life story and I just had to share
with you all..I had to beg him to let me share it but
remove names and all....It's touching and shocking
and I hope we all learn 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 fake documents and I was thrown out of the Turkish embassy during my interview and almost
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.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 ..
Somewhere ,someone is living on my kidney not
knowing it was stolen....I wish that person well..It's a wicked world..
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