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el in Nigeria. Advanced features of this website require that you enable JavaScript in s involving deportation back to Nigeria and are possibly known to the authorities in Europe. I am number three. What happens next is like a horror movie. As we ‘unlucky’ four, are standing aside, Mama C talks with five well-dressed, classy, influential-looking visitors. The issue is a ‘package’ that Mama C has promised them and that she hasn’t been able to deliver. The woman points at me, but Mama C refuses and for unexplained reasons Adesuwa and Omai are selected. We all witness, screaming and trying to hide in corners, as they are grabbed and beheaded with machetes in front of us. The ‘package’ that the visitors have come for turns out to be a collection of body parts. The mafia that holds us is into organ traffic, too.We all witness Adesuwa and Omai being beheaded in front of us. The ‘package’ that the visitors have come for turns out to be a collection of body parts. ” With all of us trembling and crying, I and the other three ‘unsuitable’ ones are herded into a separate room. Mama C comes later to take me to yet another room for questioning. Angry beyond measure, she whips me all night, telling me to yield information on the ‘forces’ protecting me. You are going nowhere,” she keeps shouting. I have invested too much in you!” Clearing the ‘spirit’ The next morning Mama C eats her breakfast while I starve: I have last eaten the previous morning. When she finished, and whilst the ‘approved products’ leave for Cotonou, Benin, to commence their journey to Italy, Mama C takes us four ‘unsuitables’ to visit three new, different ‘doctors’: one in the Agege neighbourhood of Lagos, the second in rural Sango Ota village and the third in remote Abeokuta in Ogun State. She clearly believes in traditional ‘medicine’ and is desperate to find a treatment for the ‘demons’ we are said to carry. The first two ‘doctors’ agree with the first one that I am bad news, but the third, after roughly cutting off most of my hair, declares me free from the ‘spirit’. The ‘evil spirits’ in the other three girls, meanwhile, have been ‘beaten out of them’ with dry whips. Back at the camp the first ‘doctor’ rages at Mama C for approving me, insisting that the ‘doctor’ who ‘freed me from the spirit’ is a fraud. This girl will bring about your downfall! You will end up in jail!” I am all the more convinced that he possesses not supernatural powers, but certain information. The syndicates are well-connected and someone may have told him that I am not who I say I am. The ‘doctor’ keeps repeating that ‘forces’ are protecting me. But Mama C insists that she is not to lose her investment.The ‘doctor’ keeps repeating that ‘forces’ are protecting me. But Mama C insists that she is not to lose her investment. ” Meanwhile, new ‘products’ have arrived to pass through the rites that night. The whole camp is again in the grip of fear as chilling screams indicate that some of the new arrivals – two girls and a young man, I learned later – are also murdered. Oghogho, I wonder what actually brought you here. I never expected a girl like you to venture into this,” says one of Mama C’s errand boys, as he enters the room I had again been locked in later that night with a plate of food. He seems well disposed to me. You found and returned my Blackberry that I lost during one of the pickpocketing training sessions,” he explains. I had not realised the escort whose phone I found had been this boy; then, he had worn a cap pressed deep into his eyes. Other girls would just have kept my phone,” he says. You don’t belong here. I keep wondering what level of poverty has made you endanger yourself. You don’t deserve this.” The plate of food is all I need to get my strength back. We are to travel the following morning. Escape As we are about to leave, I lose my phone to the army officer. Searching all of us, he has taken Isoken’s phone already and she has pointed at me to divert attention from herself, saying I had a phone too. He takes mine at gunpoint. I can only thank the heavens that it is dead. I had been upset because it didn’t charge the previous night, but the fact that it won’t switch on is my second lucky break: it has a lot of pictures and conversations I have recorded in the camp. The disadvantage of losing my phone is that I can’t contact our colleague Reece, who is to help me once I get to Cotonou. I also can’t communicate with my editors back in Nigeria. All along the road leading up to the border, police and customs officers wave and greet Madam Eno and our head of operations, Mr James. Nigerian Immigrations and Customs officers also greet us warmly at the border post itself, whilst enquiring if there is anything in it for them today. Welcome, Madam! How have sales been?” Eno: Not much.” But your batch was allowed entry yesterday, so why claim you haven’t been making sales?Eno: We are not the owner of yesterday’s batch of girls. We own these ones in this bus.” Haaa! You want to play a smart one? Not to worry, your boss will sort all this out with us.” The officers then wave the minibus through without any form of documentation. The original plan was for me to go with the transport as far as Cotonou, the capital of our neighbouring country Benin. But I don’t want to stretch it any longer. The border is usually very crowded and I plan to escape as soon as we are there. It works. Just after the Seme border post, in front of a crowded, muddy market, I run. Merging with the crowd, I take my top off – I have another top under it – and cover my head with a scarf. The army officer is following me, looking for me. I dive into a store and lose him.Just after the Seme border post, in front of a crowded, muddy market, I ran. ” I travel the twenty kilometres from the border motor park to Cotonou by minibus taxi. Colleague Reece – alerted by a phone call the driver helps make to her to ensure that she will be there to pay him – will wait for me there. Upon arrival, I see a woman I recognise from her Facebook photo. Reece?” Tobore!” She cries and holds out her arms to catch me. "I am safe." NEXT CHAPTER 2. Operation Rescue in Benin FATHIA Great investigation. Good job.... I bow for Premium TIMES Farouk Musa Isa Hey, wait a minute! Is this a fact or fiction? Ade it was an experience. Shazy Wow! Good work. All thanks to God for keeping you alive. http://www.dailytrust.com Fidelis Mac-Leva Reading through Reece Adanwenon’s undercover investigative piece reminds me of the aphorism: Journalism is the art of attempting the impossible. Through her uncommon journalistic bravado, Adanwewon attempted the impossible-even at the risk of her life- just to make it possible for readers to have a first hand accout of the gory associated with the ‘booming’ Human Trafficking business that has become institutionalized in Nigeria. Paradoxically,like the Boko Haram debacle, the Trafficking Cartel has infiltrated the ranks of the military, Customs et-al! This award winning masterpiece serves as a challenge to Journalists in several other investigative endeavours…! Ahmad Salkida This is extra - ordinary. Excellent and brave!!! zamchronicle Thanks Ahmad. For those who don’t know Ahmad, he also works with ZAM. okpogoro Reee is not the undercover reporter. read the story properly. The reporter is Tobore, while Reece is a Journalist in Cotonou who received her. Oche This is Pulitzer winning stuff. My God. El_Komo I am shaking as I read this. The beheading...wow....how will Tobore live normally after witnessing that? Vogo To say you are brave Tobore Ovuorie will be an understatement......wow I am truly Grateful to God for your life..... Great works, rally great works. I hope the true Human Traffic activists will take it up and truly advocate for change johndodod we should not leave it to only the human traffic activist; ALL OF US HAVE SOME PART TO PLAY; BY SIMPLY SHARING THIS ON FACEBOOK; WRITING TO YOUR HOUSE OF REP MEMBER; JOINING A PROTEST...