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LOST BROTHER

Good day Stella and BVs. 

I woke up with tears. Please kindly post this on IHN, I need closure on this issue. I am weak from crying and my heart hurts.

Its been 15 years since our baby of the house was taken away from us.

Some years back my mum was contacted by one big woman through one of our neighbour( who turned family friend) to help the big woman babysit two babies( she adopted a boy and a girl)till she returns from Libya. The negotiations were made, she was supposed to be paying my mum 10k every month and my mum moved to her house to take care of the twins.

Mum left us to go live there. We needed the money badly. Mum has been a hardworking woman since I've known her. She was not opportune to go to secondary school. She stopped in Primary 2, cos of early marriage which crashed later and she remarried to my dad. So I grew up to see her suffer. Sometimes she'll hawk puff puff, sachet water or sell eggs just to take care of the family. We joined her at a very tender age. She was a real hustler and I give it up for her.


So that babysitting job was like Christmas for us. She joyfully accepted without thinking twice. She moved to the woman's house, the few months(2 months) the woman was still in Nigeria was enjoyable for everyone who lived in the house, my mum was paid those two months salary and fed well, until she( the big woman) travelled back to Libya everything changed. My mum had to carry the twins to our house. No more salary and we could not reach the woman on phone. That was one of the most devastating period in my family's life. I could remember how we fed from hand to mouth. That was when I and my sibling started hawking water, sometimes my mum will make Puff Puff and we'll also hawk that one.

 We use the money to buy garri or something to eat. Sometimes my mum will go to bushes and look for leaves and make something and we'll all eat..(we were two girls, 12 and 10 years, and a boy 5 years respectively) the experience was not palatable but thank God that things have changed for us now. That is not the main issue.


Meanwhile it was getting to 2 years and we were yet to hear from the woman. My mum was left to train this children. Did i forget to write that they were premature and the girl(one of the babies) eventually died because according to doctors, the birth mother had taken a lot of contraceptives to flush out the baby while in her womb but the baby didn't die then.

 The baby had some marks, discolourations, and green veins on her head, whenever we carry them to church peopl will just be looking disgustingly at her...she couldn't sit straight even when she was a year old when the other baby is already walking. Like something affected her spinal cord. But my mum loves her anyway. We loved this children like they were our siblings, to the point that neighbours started thinking they were my mum's children.




Unfortunately the baby girl died and the boy was remaining. He grew up to be a very fine boy. And he loved my mum as though she was his real mum. I remember my mum always reminding him that she is not his real mother and that his real mother is in America and will buy a car for her when she returns. We kept telling him that cos he would return from sch and start throwing tantrums ( that he noticed my brother's name on his report card is different from his, he will be so furious) so we made it a point of duty to always explain to him that my mum and we are not his real parents. But I think he didn't just get it then cos he was still very young.

About when he was 5 years old,his mother returned and forcefully took the boy away from us. I could remember how her ran inside and hid under the bed screaming, 'mummy, mummy, don't let them take me away..mummy pls save me' I remember how my mum was standing helplessly,crying and explaining to him that the woman is his real mother and that we will be coming to see him. That was how he was dragged into the car with the help of that my mum's so called friend who hooked my mum up with the job. The woman just betrayed us like that. I was expecting that at least they notify us before coming for the boy but they came like a thief in the night.

My mum and us are not allowed anywhere near the house. And when my(naive) mum went to her so called friend's house to complain to her about how she was treated badly by the abroad woman, the woman ( my mum's friend who now owns a big orphanage home will tell her to forget about the boy or else she wants the woman to deal with her knowing that she's a strong woman). I remember my mum crying every night about the boy.


The last time my mum went there to her friend's place, she gave her 50 thousand naira as payoff taking care of the children and told her to forget the case that she is no match to the woman to even think of reporting the matter to any authority.

What is 50 thousand naira compared to the emotional trauma we are going through till date. All these happenings is been a long time but I still feel the pain. As I am typing this , tears are running down my cheek. My mother's own is worst, she cries almost everyday for the past years. She told us about an incident when she met face to face with the boy and his mother, the boy removed his sweat shirt that h got fro him from overseas and put on my mum and whispered to her' mummy I want to follow u back home' that u need to see the way the woman shouted on the boy eh. They used my mum not considering the trauma she will go through.

Now BVs I am not myself again whenever I think of that boy. I wish they can allow us to get contact with him. I wish the they didn't take him away like that, I just want to let him know that we didn't sell him( heard he's always crying asking of his mother), I just wish they can allow us see him , I wish I can hug him,I wish I can take the pains away because I'm sure he is going tru more emotional trauma than we are going tru now. I heard that he has tried escaping so many times. And the latest now is that she sent him to the east to live with some people who use him as a slave( my instinct tells me that she sent him that far cos she's afraid he'll run back to us). My mum said she bumped into her ( the big woman)at the market few weeks back and asked her about the boy and she told her he's now living in the east.


Why are people so wicked? I woke up with him in my thoughts cos I had a bad dream that he is really suffering where he is. He even asked me to take him with me. My eyes are swollen from crying.I don't know what to do.


I have a strong urge to take up the case up legally. I just want the court to make her allow us have contact with the boy even if its his phone number. I will soon be working and I really want this trauma to end. I know the boy is legally her child but to forcefully remove him from us is not fair.
We are attached to each other and they would have allowed us contact with him if they are good people.

I didn't even mention the occasions my mum will pass her friend's /neighbour's place ( the one who is always telling my mum not to fight back and the same one who connected her with the babysitting job in the first place) and see the big woman offloading bags of rice, beans,yams and cartons of goodies into her house and when she sees my mother she'll be startled. ( this was happening that time the woman returned from Libya). I learnt not to trust too easily from that. They used my mum and dumped her. I feel God will handle that one . My main issue now is for us to have contact with our little boy. Even though he is not our biological brother we still miss him cos he became a part of us, we grew fond of each other and its only fair that only fair that we are allowed to make contact with him.

BVs and Stella pls I need your advice in how to about this issue. Our life has not been the same after these experience.

'You have no right to claim that boy as your brother..there were no documents signed and like you said,your mum was used and that's it.

Legally you do not have a case.....

The Boy will look for you people when he is of age i believe......

And why did your mum think the lady with Orphanage is her friend or was her friend?there is a difference between friendship and acquaintance...

The only thing your mum can fight for is her salaries that she didnt get but that might even be hard unless there is a signed agreement to that effect....