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29. The Interview

The major and the final interview was

what every camper looked forward to. It

was the interview that determined

everything. Whether the authorities would

believe your story or not came from

what you said in the interview.

People usually prepared so much for

this interview. Since almost everybody

was going to lie during the interview, it

was good that one get properly

prepared. It was from the INTERVIEW

venue that people whose stories were

not believed goes from the asylum camp

to the deportation Camp next door.

Every hope of living in Germany was

hinged on the interview.

Thirty minutes to my interview, I walked

out of the female hostel where I had

slept the previous night. A new Massai

girl named Awiti, had arrived in the camp

the previous day. I had followed her to

her room after the dinner and slept

there until morning. That was the first

time I slept in the female hostel. I had

spent two weeks in the camp before

then. I walked down to my room and

freshened up and changed to another


I forced myself to say some prayers. To

my greatest surprise, I had forgotten

the simplest Catholic prayers such as ”

Our Lord’s prayer” and ” Hail mary”. I

didn’t know what to say, so I just

mumbled ”God help me” and went outside.

I saw Mike outside and told him I was

going for my interview. He wished me

good luck and I left.

Three minutes to 8am, I entered the

interview room and met my interviewer

and the interpreter seated already.

* these Germany were never late for


”Guten Morgen” (good morning) I

greeted them in German and smiled. The

interviewer was very impressed. He

nodded and smiled too.

*Almost everybody he had interviewed

previously had denied knowing any

German, even the simplest ones such as

Kommen/come. But in my own case,

according to him, I learnt fast. That must

have scored me a good mark*

”Nemen sie ein platz” (take a seat) he


I pretended not to have heard what he

said as I stood there and gazed at him

until he pointed towards the chair. Then I

sat down.

*I actually heard what he said and I

understood it perfectly. The point was

that I didn’t want to overdo anything. The

good morning I had said in Germany was

enough for now. It was a game of


” Wie heiss du” (What is your name) he

asked me.

That was an easy question and every

normal person who had lived in Germany

for atleast one week was expected to

know that. I wasn’t going to play dumb

again, so I told them my name. Game on.

After the normal Identification process,

the question moved to how I came to


I started my story; it goes thus.

I had been born in Bamenda in 1980.

(actually I gave them my real date of

birth. I didn’t want many complications

since subsequent events that would

require me to say the date offhead was

surely going to come up again).

My father was a native doctor while my

mother had joined the Church people who

had come from Portugal to Cameroun.

As a little boy, I joined the church too

with my younger sister. The name of our

Church was St Peters Catholic Church


The name of our Reverend Father was

Luis Gomez.

(I had chosen the names from Luis Figo

and Nuno Gomez, two popular

Portuguese footballers at that time).

Paul Biya was the name of our

president. One night, the Police had

invaded our home and captured my

father. They said he was anti-Biya. They

took him away. We were in the Church

when the Police came, they didn’t see me

with my sister and mother.

When we heard what happened, we told

Rev Father Gomez, who sent us away to

Douala, another city in Cameroun. It was

from Douala that I boarded a ship.

(when I mentioned Douala, he halted me

and looked at the map of Africa on his

table. Then he nodded and I continued.

Since I said I boarded a ship in Douala,

he probably checked if Douala has a sea

port. I covered every details anyway).

My mother and sister were told that

there was no more space in the ship, so

they didn’t join me. I didn’t know their

whereabouts. We had no phone and

there was no way I could contact them.

My face had changed from smile to

anger and depression as I narrated my

cooked up story.

The ship I entered took me many days,

about two weeks to reach Lamburg.

(hamburg). I twisted some names to suit

my amatuer story about Germany and

its cities.

When we got to Lamburg, a man in the

ship gave me an overall red coat and a

red cap. Something starting with V was

written on the cap and the coat. I couldn’t

remember what it was that was written

on them except the V.

They told me to wear the coat and cover

my face with the cap. I did what they said

and they told me to walk out.

When I came out, I was stopped by some

men, they showed me a card and said

they were polizei. Then they asked me

for my passport and I told them that I

had none.

They took me away and handed me over

to a man. They told the man to send me

to asylum Camp.

The man was going to a city called

Dussorf. (Dusseldorf). I followed him to

Dussorf where he showed me to a place

inside water and walked away. I entered

the place he showed me and they sent

me there (camp).

They had asked if I had gone to school

and I told them that I stopped at

elementary 3. It was in the school that I

had learnt to write and read. They were

surprised when I said I could read and

write. Every other African man had

denied ever going to school. I just

wanted a little deviated story, so I had

been drafting the ideas since I got the

interview date.

*There was no kind of story they have

not heard from asylum seekers.

Some Africans said they had walked all

the way from Africa to Germany.

Some said they used horses to ride

from Africa to Germany.

Some said they jumped into the ocean to

avoid being killed and Swim all the way

from Africa to Germany.

One person even said that his father

who was a native doctor had given him

two eggs. When he broke one egg, he

found himself in Germany. He even

showed them the remaining egg and

asked them to hold his hand while he

break the remaining egg, they decried


Someone said he’d had flown like a bird

from Chad to Germany.*

My story was different and perfect with

no room for errors or so I believed.

When I finished my story, they asked me

to chose a country in Africa where I

would like to be sent. I named London.

They said London was not in Africa. I

pretended to be surprised.

”How could London not be in Africa” I had

asked them. I heard so many black

people live there I told them.

I also suggested that they sent me to

New York since London was not in Africa.

They laughed among themselves.

After writing down everything I had said,

he asked a few more questions I had

forgotten and told me to go. The

interview took over an hour.

When I walked out of the venue, My little

darling Awiti was waiting for me outside.

She had waited for an hour according to

her. She was afraid I was going to fail

the interview and got bundled into a

permanent waiting police van and

whisked away to the deportation Camp.

She hugged me in public and took my


” I bought Doner Kebap for you” she said.

Doner was a turkish mixture of dried

floor, tomatoes, onions etc. I followed her

to her room and ate the Kebap.

In the afternoon, we walked to the mall

and bought juice and cola. We sat under

a lonely tree and talked. She had

obviously fallen in love with me and she

was not afraid to show it public.

I felt at ease with her and told her that I

was a Nigerian and not Cameounian. I had

taken my interview and I was half safe

for now. We sat there and missed lunch.

I wasn’t hungry anyway.

John bighead had softened up on me

since he found out I had jilted Agnes.

There was no longer any danger going

to the forest park, so I put my hand

around Awiti’s neck and we walked to the


There were few white people playing with

their dogs in the park. We drifted down

to a lonely place and continued drinking

the pilsener beer I had bought. We were

playing Romeo and Juliet too; throwing

peanuts into each other’s mouth and

kissing in public like the white people

were doing.

At about 6pm, it was time for dinner.

Awiti had not started cooking and it was

either we go back now or go to bed

without food.

A unanimous decision to go back to the

camp was reached.

As I got up and helped my sweetheart to

get up from the ground, I heard a voice

coming out of the bush behind us.

”Woman Wrapper, na this one dey

onboard now”

Guess who it was?

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