When I left Nigeria for Dubai, I was full of hope. I sold everything I had, borrowed from friends, and paid an agent who promised me a job as a cleaner with good pay and accommodation. I thought I was finally escaping poverty. But what waited for me in Dubai was a nightmare I never imagined.
The moment I landed, everything changed. My supposed “boss” a man in his late 40s took my passport and told me I now worked directly for him as a housemaid. I was confused but had no choice. The first week, he Started: Read the entire article now by clicking this link—don’t miss it!
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