” MY name was Awiti Mulonga, I was born in Mogadishu Somalia on July 20′ 1985. I had been kidnapped by some group of men who kept me until some soldiers rescued me through a gun battle. The soldiers took me to a hospital managed by the red cross society. It was the red cross that brought me to Europe. We were 5 in numbers that followed the red cross to France. Then two of us ran away in the night. We found a man in France who promised to help us. He took us to his house and gave us food. Then one evening, he had come into our room and Molested me while the other girl went out. (”this is where you start crying” I reminded her”) (she nodded and continued).
He threatened to throw me out of the house if I said a word of the molestation to anybody. When the other girl returned, she found out what had happened. Then she suggested that we ran away.
The following day when the man was out of the house, we ran out of the house and entered a train.
(This is where you stop crying if the Germans didn’t pet you to stop by themselves.)
When the ticket conductors controlled us in the train, they found out that we had no ticket. They took us and handed us to the Police who later took us to a place where we were documented.
I was sent here while the other girl was sent to a place where I didn’t know.
* I also conducted the Q&A session*
Solo: What about your parents ?
Awiti : I never met my mother. They said she died when I was a kid. I grew up in a ‘motherless babies home’.
My father was a soldier, I have not heard from him for years.
Solo: Which other country in Africa would you like us to send you?
Solo: Would you recognize the red cross people who brought you if you see them
Awiti: No (while shaking your head).
Solo: Would you like to be sent back to Somalia
Awiti: No (start crying again if you can).
The story was alright. She did very well. I told her to remember everything in 3D. The Germans had a way of derailing your planned story.
When we finished, it was a kissing galore all the way. She was touching my joystick and kissing my lips but I was not going to fvck her. Not without taking my bath first after the Karolina affair.
I told her that tomorrow was her interview and that I didn’t want us to have sexxx that day. She understood and allowed me to go.
When I got back to the Men’s hostel, John big head was going out with his small bag.
” You get luck say they don post me comot here, I for show you say I be agbero for naija” he said.
I turned around and congratulated him. Then I wished him goodluck in his future endeavors. I told him that it was all a game and fun while it lasted. I told him also that life was all about winning and losing some things.
In the evening I went outside to make some calls.
I called Ghana first. Efuah picked up after the first ring.
” Hello darling” she said from Ghana.
” how have you been” I queried from Germany.
She hesitated a little and said;
” I am ok only that I have not seen my menstruation period”