"We can not allow the Italian leaders to infect the G7 for a long time. They should be thrown out. The real problem, when you consider the G7 pledges to Africa, is that the terrible liability of governments such as the Italian obscures the commendable performance of the U.S. and Britain. This suggests the need for a renewed coalition of the willing, where only those who are seriously committed to a partnership with Africans join together with the emerging, new technologies and the emerging generation African activists and entrepreneurs. "
Italian shame As this young boy said.
My name is E. I was born in Benin City, my home was in the village of Ujoba, in central Nigeria, on ... 1979.
On my father's name is A., the name of my mother M. I had a brother who died when she was 3-4 years. So I was left an only child. We
tribe Esan (Ishan).
After a few classes at school my mother sent me from a relative to learn the carpenter's work. But I wanted to continue studying.
Once I went with some Christian friends to church. There I met S. father, who helped me to continue his studies.
When I was 12 I was baptized a Christian by St.
studied in Benin City. After my studies I worked as an electrician.
When I worked in Benin City, inhabited by a Christian pastor, S.
In 1998 my mother died.
In Nigeria I had a problem with my family because they are Christian. My father was a priest of a cult that worshiped idols (it's called "juju", analogous to the "voodoo"), he was a headman. I do not recognize myself in that religion.
In 2001, February, J. I married, I knew in Benin City, where I worked, I was engaged to her for some years.
Then my father died, I was in December 2002. They called me from the village. I went.
The village elders have told me that because my father was the "king" (king) of this small country, I had to get someone that had to be sacrificed, because this was the rule for when a dying village chief like my father.
I did not want to do such a thing. They told me that if I brought someone to sacrifice, they would have killed the first child that my wife had given birth.
The village elders would not let me bury my father. E 'remained for six months at home, without being buried. Then, one night, with the help of my pastor S. who came from Benin City, I buried my father digging a hole in the house: we have no cemeteries, we bury our dead in own home or in the ground outside the house. Then I went back to Benin City.
The next day I learned that have revived my father, who was again out of the grave.
I was annoyed.
Then I went to the tree where they make sacrifices, there is always fresh blood in there. I set fire to the tree. Then I discovered, they tried to get me to kill me, beat me, but I could run away to Benin City.
I do not know what happened to the body of my father. I have not had contact with the village. The November 6, 2003 my son was born, G., Benin City.
Then, every day, from the village people who were threatening S. because I was staying, the villagers wanted to take my son to sacrifice him. We were in danger. So
S. advised me to leave the city.
Then, in January 2004, I escaped to Kano (on the border with Niger), with my wife and my son.
A Kano someone I saw the village and went to warn the others, who then came looking for us.
So we decided to leave Nigeria. We called a friend of my wife asking him to come pick the child - that was too small to cross the desert - and take it from the mother-in-law. Even today our son G. lives with his mother-in-law, who is now very old and is hard to grow our son. The brother of my wife, who lives with my mother-in-law, was only 15 years.
We fled from Zinder in Niger and we got a truck that took us to Agadez. Here we stayed three months. Then we went to "Drokou" in the desert, where there is un'accampamento army, here we stopped a few days. Here we took a jeep to Tajhari, in which we were suddenly approached by jeep with four people in uniforms who spoke Arabic, that we have taken the money, they killed two boys, was already in the area of \u200b\u200bthe bodies of dead people, perhaps thirst or perhaps because they had been killed. Tajhari arrived we took a taxi to the Qatrun. Here we were three days, and we got into a car Murzuq. Since we went to Murzuq Sabha. From here we took a car to Tripoli. From Tripoli we moved to Zuwarah. It was June of 2004. Zuwarah I worked, I washed the cars from a gas station. Here I was paying to rent a room for me and my wife.
In June 2005 there was a problem. Gaddafi ordered to remove all the "blacks" from Zuwarah.
One night the police came, they broke the door, we were loaded into the car, we can not take any luggage. We were taken to the outskirts of Tripoli and left us. Here I continued to work the washing machine for three years. But the Libyans do not treat us well "blacks. It was hard to even walk down the street. I was stopped and asked me for money to let me go. I was afraid of being deported to Nigeria, and I did not want to come back. Meanwhile my wife was pregnant.
I decided to come to Italy. I found some people who could help me. I paid $ 1,100 for one person. http://www.unhcr.org/refworld/country,, IRBC,, NGA, 456d621e2, 440ed7372, 0.html
Refugee Review Tribunal - AUSTRALIA
Country: Nigeria
Date: 4 May 2009
Keywords: Nigeria - Enugu State - Ritualised killings - Christians - Black magic / "juju" - Police - Communal violence
www.mrt-rrt.gov.au/ArticleDocuments/98/nga34830. pdf.aspx
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