This story is 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 got
arrested.
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 none 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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