My father’s friend used me for prostitution in Libya
The 150 Nigerians, predominantly ladies, were yesterday relishing the air of freedom as they made the 300-kilometer journey from Lagos to Benin. The day before, they had escaped from hell in Libya, a country many of them had been deceived would be a staging post from the life of drudgery that they had lived in Nigeria into the Eldorado of their dreams.

