MY name was Awiti Mulonga, I was born in
Mogadishu Somalia on July 20′ 1985. I had
been kidnapped by some group of men who
kept me until some soldiers rescued me
through a gun battle. The soldiers took me to
a hospital managed by the red cross society.
It was the red cross that brought me to
Europe. We were 5 in numbers that followed
the red cross to France. Then two of us ran
away in the night. We found a man in France
who promised to help us. He took us to his
house and gave us food. Then one evening,
he had come into our room and Molested me
while the other girl went out. (”this is where
you start crying” I reminded her”) (she
nodded and continued).
He threatened to throw me out of the house
if I said a word of the molestation to
anybody. When the other girl returned, she
found out what had happened. Then she
suggested that we ran away.
The following day when the man was out of
the house, we ran out of the house and
entered a train.
(This is where you stop crying if the
Germans didn’t pet you to stop by
When the ticket conductors controlled us in
the train, they found out that we had no
ticket. They took us and handed us to the
Police who later took us to a place where we
I was sent here while the other girl was sent
to a place where I didn’t know.
* I also conducted the Q&A session*
Solo: What about your parents ?
Awiti : I never met my mother. They said she
died when I was a kid. I grew up in a
‘motherless babies home’.
My father was a soldier, I have not heard
from him for years.
Solo: Which other country in Africa would you
like us to send you?
Solo: Would you recognize the red cross
people who brought you if you see them
Awiti: No (while shaking your head).
Solo: Would you like to be sent back to
Awiti: No (start crying again if you can).
The story was alright. She did very well. I told
her to remember everything in 3D. The
Germans had a way of derailing your planned
When we finished, it was a kissing galore all
the way. She was touching my joystick and
kissing my lips but I was not going to fvck
her. Not without taking my bath first after the
I told her that tomorrow was her interview
and that I didn’t want us to have sexxx that
day. She understood and allowed me to go.
When I got back to the Men’s hostel, John big
head was going out with his small bag.
” You get luck say they don post me comot
here, I for show you say I be agbero for
naija” he said.
I turned around and congratulated him. Then I
wished him goodluck in his future endeavors.
I told him that it was all a game and fun while
it lasted. I told him also that life was all about
winning and losing some things.
In the evening I went outside to make some
I called Ghana first. Efuah picked up after the
” Hello darling” she said from Ghana.
” how have you been” I queried from
She hesitated a little and said;
” I am ok only that I have not seen my
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