LEONARD LAWAL REPORTS
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Stop sending girls to Europe to be sexually used and abused

It is shameful to see how families in Nigeria collude voluntarily in a new slavery
Barcelona August 2002: A long, lonely, lingering illness in a Spanish hospital, a once beautiful young body, wasted and emaciated by contagious diseases, a recent past that had included horrific sexual mutilation of her genital and anal areas and finally, death alone one morning and burial by strangers in an unmarked mass paupers grave on the outskirts of Barcelona. This was the fate of one of the hundreds of young Nigerian girls who have flocked to this part of Spain over the last 10 years.
Who was this young woman? Why did an educated 23 year old Nigerian woman end her too short life in this manner? As I sat, looking at the pitifully few personal belongings the hospital handed me - a pair of small silver earrings, two cuddly toys: a pink elephant and a grey dog, I wondered. She was, of course, someone’s daughter and granddaughter. Surely also, someone’s sister, cousin, aunt or niece. She would have had friends and schoolmates. Was she mourned? Did those who encouraged her to come to Europe care that she is dead? Or have we become so dehumanised that the death of one of our children, our relatives, our friends, as long as it happens in Europe, happens in the struggle to make a living, is now acceptable?
What did I know of her? She had been admitted to the hospital six weeks before, suffering from Tubercular Meningitis. When I was contacted by the hospital and went to see her for the first time, she was painfully thin, emaciated and so weak that I had spent a large portion of the time scratching her head and moving her legs to a more comfortable position, because her muscles were so wasted she could not move any of her limbs. Her eyes were always unfocused – seeing into a distance that I couldn’t begin to understand or reach. She cried out often that she just wanted to die. She was confused and disoriented.
Sometimes her name was J, another, E and then again, M. She couldn’t say where she had been living before she was brought to the hospital, or remember phone numbers of any friends or the people she had been living with. She spoke sometimes in English and sometimes in Bini. She couldn’t remember or wouldn’t give the address of her family in Nigeria. The hospital was concerned that someone so ill appeared to be so alone and were hoping I could help to find some family or friends who would visit her.
I returned a few times with some Jollof rice and fruits like mango and pawpaw. Eventually, the hospital told me she was cured of the illness and should be moved to a rehabilitation centre to undergo physiotherapy to help her regain use of her limbs and build up her strength. She was beginning to have more confidence in me and told me her surname and the secondary school she had attended in Benin City. With this information, I contacted our Embassy in Madrid, hoping they would have the resources to put an announcement in a newspaper in Benin, so her family could be informed. But they seemed to be inundated with similar cases and were impatient: “How did she come to Spain? How can a 23 year old not know her own address in Nigeria? Was she registered with us? Tell the hospital to contact the Ambassador.”
The last time I saw her, she promised that the next time I came she would tell me more about herself and her story of how she came to be here, so I hoped I would be able to make contact with her family myself.
But here was to be no next time. As I was preparing some more food to take to her one morning, the hospital Social Services telephoned. “We’re very sorry, but X died about an hour ago. Can you come to the hospital to see the doctor and help with the paper work?” I saw the doctor who told me they would have to do an autopsy because they really did not know why she died. She was cured of the Meningitis and they were planning to discharge her once they had found a centre that would accept her. This was when I learnt of the terrible sexual mutilation she had suffered.
So why did she die? Had she been so abused and degraded that she had lost the will to live?
I have to admit I am angry. I am extremely angry with those in Nigeria, especially in the Benin area, where the majority of young women walking the streets of Barcelona come from (some who appear to be as young as 13). Do not pretend you do not know that when you send your daughter, your sister, your niece to Europe, you are sending them to be sexually used and abused. Do not be fooled by talk of training in hairdressing or fashion design. There is no training other than learning to say the price for sex in Spanish.
It is shameful to see how families in Nigeria are now colluding voluntarily in a new slavery. The worst kind of slavery - sending young women to be the sexual slaves of the same people who enslaved our ancestors all those years ago.
What a waste of the future of Nigeria. This young woman is not the only one, nor the first. Many die in the desert on their way here. Others die as she did, in a hospital, like chickens, with no names, having been given all kinds of diseases by the men who pay them about the price of a drink and a packet of cigarettes to have the freedom to do all kinds of practices their wives or girlfriends would not condone. Is this why you had children? Was it for this that you sent your daughters to school?
Perhaps even worse is the unbelievable, degrading type of prostitution they are forced into. They are not even worth the price of a room in the cheapest hotel. Not even worth finding somewhere slightly private or hidden from view. No, men have sex with them in full view of anyone on Barcelona’s most iconic street, Las Ramblas. Men simply drop their trousers and underwear for quick oral or full-on sex. See some terrible, degrading and distressing images here:
http://www.elpais.com/fotogaleria/Prostitucion/calles/Barcelona/elpgal/20090831elpepunac_2/Zes/4
The police have responded recently to resident complaints and now many of these young women are forced to ply their trade outside towns, on the highways. They sit all day on white plastic chairs waiting for passing motorists or long-distance lorry drivers to stop and take them by the side of the road – again in full view.
It takes great courage for these young women to say NO, to resist being forced into this sexual slavery perpetuated by their own people. Many do believe in the power of Juju and are told that a Juju spell has been put on them and so terrible things will happen to themselves or members of their family if they refuse to be prostituted.
Three years ago, I met another young woman, J, who refused to be intimidated and managed to have herself accepted as a refugee. I was able to help her with a six month apprenticeship in a hair salon. During that time she told me that the people who had brought her here were still trying to force her into prostitution to repay the $60,000 they insisted she owed them. They threatened to kill a member of her family in Benin if she continued to refuse. Sometime later, her father was murdered on his way back from his farm, by persons unknown. Brave J went to the police believing her traffickers were responsible. Her apprenticeship finished and I lost touch with her, but a year later I was summoned to court to give evidence on what I knew. The case continues as I have now been recalled to court next month, as a witness against two named people, F.O and M.J. However, the brave young woman herself has disappeared.......
Let me tell you how it works. A sexual pyramid system has been created. Your daughter or your sister is brought here. She already owes money to the mafia that made the arrangements. Once here, she finds that what she earns is not enough to live on and to pay the mafia that brought her. So she is encouraged to find friends who also want to come to Europe. She is promised a small commission for putting friends in contact with the mafia who will then bring them to Europe. Her friends, having to pay her commission and the mafia, find that they also can’t make enough money, so they try to get more friends to come, in order to also earn some commission.... And so the pyramid is created. Meanwhile, with all of this, the market becomes saturated so the price of each sexual service goes down - your daughter needs to work harder, more often. To attract customers, your daughter has to offer either more or more way- out practices, or provide them for less money. Who benefits? Not your daughters, but the men who can demand more sex for less money and the mafia who can demand more money for less ultimate income.
Back to the young woman who died. As I began to get to know her, I saw that as she got stronger, there was a certain strength and determination in her eyes and voice as she expressed frustration when she wasn’t understood; there was a beauty in her face the few times she smiled. She was a young woman who, in another era, could have contributed to Nigeria economically, politically, socially. Although I didn’t really know her, I mourn her passing and the waste of her life and of all the others. Do you?
Judi Oshowole
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Alexis de Tocqueville ,Russian President Dmitry Medvedev and President Obama
Here’s what Medvedev said:
“Long ago, Alexis de Tocqueville predicted a great future for our two nations. So far, each country has tried to prove the truth of those words to itself and the world by acting on its own. I firmly believe that at this turn of history, we should work together.”
In “Democracy in America,” de Tocqueville did, indeed, single out America and Russia as “marked out by the will of heaven to sway the destinies of half the globe.” But he also saw them rising in very different ways, with this being the starkest distinction: “The principal instrument of the former is freedom; of the latter, servitude.”
I do not believe any nation’s future is absolutely determined by its past, nor by its culture. I think Russia will be a democracy someday. But with today’s presidential meeting in London coming just hours after the brutal beating in Moscow of yet another human rights activist, the courageous Lev Ponomaryov, 67, it is hard not to think that de Tocqueville was on to something 170 years ago. And despite Obama’s hope that today’s meeting represented “the beginning of new progress” in US-Russia relations, there’s no question that the potential for progress is inhibited by Russia’s steady regression from its democratic reforms of the 1990s.
Here, for you de Tocqueville buffs, is his passage on the United States and Russia:
“There are at the present time two great nations in the world, which started from different points, but seem to tend towards the same end. I allude to the Russians and the Americans. Both of them have grown up unnoticed; and while the attention of mankind was directed elsewhere, they have suddenly placed themselves in the front rank among the nations, and the world learned their existence and their greatness at almost the same time.
“All other nations seem to have nearly reached their natural limits, and they have only to maintain their power; but these are still in the act of growth. All the others have stopped, or continue to advance with extreme difficulty; these alone are proceeding with ease and celerity along a path to which no limit can be perceived. The American struggles against the obstacles that nature opposes to him; the adversaries of the Russian are men. The former combats the wilderness and savage life; the latter, civilization with all its arms. The conquests of the American are therefore gained by the plowshare; those of the Russian by the sword. The Anglo-American relies upon personal interest to accomplish his ends and gives free scope to the unguided strength and common sense of the people; the Russian centers all the authority of society in a single arm. The principal instrument of the former is freedom; of the latter, servitude. Their starting point is different and their courses are not the same; yet each of them seems marked out by the will of heaven to sway the destinies of half the globe.”










