My brother, friend, an inspiration, mentor, co-writer/Comrade is out with a bang you all need to know about.
There are many things you will never learn from CNN, BBC, Al Jazeera etc concerning illegal migration from Africa to Europe through the Sahara desert & the Mediterranean sea.
Do you know, some security officers (both local and foreign) are conspirators in human trafficking?
Do you know, there are thousands of stranded migrants scattered all over Niger, Algeria, Morocco, Mali and Libya? Many of them in villages/towns that has no future prospect of survival whatsoever.
Do you know, there’s a place called Maghnaia, where stranded black Africans are almost succeeding in building a new community? The host nation tried to but could not stop this community from existing. And in this community there’s always tribal wars (Igbo, Edo-Benin, Yoruba) and people are maimed or killed.
Do you know? I’m sure you don’t know.
A True Life Story …like it has never been told before.
CHAPTER 2. (Excerpt)
It was a day like any other, with no customers and nothing much to do. So the boys, as usual, gathered to be kids and adults at the same time. Then walked in three guys; one was familiar to all, one not so familiar to me but to some of the boys, the other not familiar to anyone. The familiar guy introduced his companions.
“Guys, this is Sampson, and this is Mr. Jide International. He is the one that takes people to Europe, as easy as A-B-C-D.” We all shook hands.
“As easy as A-B-C-D?” I tried to shake those words out of my head, but the harder I tried the harder they returned. “Europe? London of my dreams? That is obviously the best place to study Law,” Now my mind was running wild and loose. “Germany? I could work, make some money, buy a container-worth of second hand refrigerators and ship it down to Nigeria. Make quick money and then further my education.”
I was losing my mind. And I lost it.
Mr. Jide just stood there with a confident smile on his smooth face. He was tall, well built, as black as a black bean, slender, well dressed and handsome like a Yoruba prince. He stank of good life, with a cloud of authority hanging around him. He looked like a man who had seen better days and was still living in better days, and nothing like us who carried refrigerators up and down every day, chasing after customers and beaten black-to-black by the sun. When he finally spoke, it was with few words.
“See you, see Europe. If I get you to Morocco, then, see you see Spain.”
He looked around at all of us before adding, “With guarantee.” With his forefinger in the air he indicated the seriousness of his words.
Simply put, Jide was a smooth operator. He paid for a round of drinks for everyone around before leaving with his friends. You could tell by the way he walked that he was savoring the moment, aware that he played his game well and soon the cash would begin rolling into his pocket. They stopped further ahead, beside a group of other traders, chatted with them for a while and then disappeared into another street. They were canvassing the area like missionaries or better still, like the Jehovah’s Witnesses. From street to street and probably market to market.
That night, getting to sleep was impossible as I lay down and mentally journeyed back to the events of the day, specifically the visit of Jide and his friends. “As easy as A-B-C-D”, “See you, see Europe.” Both phrases weren’t powerful, so to say. They were simply possessive. And I was irredeemably possessed, possessed to the point of no redemption.
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