Vanessa’s Story: A journey through hell
- A struggling mother,
- a lost child,
- and a regretful endeavour
“She say mai ready. I ask say how everything take arrange like that. She say her sister wan cari me. So I take my baby along, I con leave di two of dem with my mama"
"When my baby die nai dem bust di house. So mai cari my baby na, nai den drag di baby comot for my hand. Den push us, den say make we enter hilux . Den say if den enter dis house, all of us den go kill us, nai den take cari us comot"
"So as den take do dat baby, I no know. I no know whether na thowey den con trowey am now o, because di baby die for hand"
“I nor get choice because for Libya, na everybody mai just cari hin own cross, nai we dey for Libya. You no go see who go help, and before them go help you, you must use your body take settle yourself"