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Pushing the brakes on Trafficking

____________________________________________________________________ Channel 4’s Unreported World went deep into the southern part of Nigeria to expose an ongoing trend of human trafficking which has been hidden underneath filthy blankets for many years. In the episode titled “Sex, Lies and Black Magic” we watch as a young girl, Vivian Peter, is prepared for her journey into Sex Slavery. As it is not so obvious to her what is about to become of her,  w ith fingers crossed, we hope that she would be overwhelmed with the stench exuding from the fishiness of the process used to prepare her for the adventure ahead. Watching as Vivian is being made to take an oath in a black magic ritual, she is being made to swear her life into paying her sponsor- who provides what is needed for her trip and stay in Italy, Vivian’s dreamland. It is no surprise how compelled Vivian is to do this, by looking at her surroundings; it is quite blatant her state of poverty has subjected her to find a better

At the sacred Oaks of Mamre

~o~ At the sacred oak of Mamre, The sunset’s red and gold The glowing ball having burned brightly Takes its break ‘til tomorrow Underneath these consecrated trees I wait For the answers to come to me They had promised they would be here And in the harsh cold, my wishes, still pending The footsteps passing by are countless, And as the orange skies turn dark, Stranger’s eyes give a pitiful glare, They know how long I have been sat here As three men walk towards me I raise red hollow eyes to receive them Their gaze so engaging, Like spears, piercing my heavy heart Pass me not O’ gentle Saviour Hear the weeping of my silent heart For now words have failed me But tears hardly ever, each drop, deafeningly speaking ten One takes my calloused hands, resting it in his “Your time is not now” His glowing eyes do speak "But it comes soon, you are a seed on fertile ground" Once, on my long road to Damascus, I had received a revelation, My life had been given purpose My days to be