My name is Seun, the only daughter of my late father. He died when I was just 14, leaving my mother and me to struggle in poverty. By JSS3 I had dropped out of school. Out of desperation, we met an agent who promised me a good job in Libya.
She asked for ₦500,000. My mother sold almost everything she had to raise the money. The journey through the desert was hell, thirst, hunger.
When we finally arrived in Libya, the agent collected my passport and informed me that. Click now to discover the full details—don’t miss out on this!
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