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Dellswagz, known in the name of his notes, was a singer in Venice for the first time in 2017, and his friend said he was a good society. When they first came, they gave him clothes, helped him to find work and showed legal assistance to start the visa process.
He has already spoken 38, softly, but when it sounds, the feelings, sound strains and approximately broken. Blue Sunglasses, a news booklet of black leather and wears a full denim outfit. He says, “As a king,” he said.
Shortly after birth, parents were broken and the initial carer was the father of his mother, he was very close. When his grandfather died in 2011, we have already grown and decided to go to the Sahara and the Mediterranean in search of a better life in 2015.
“A boy grew up, your mother should really pray for you a lot,” he said. “You are either a thug or a mafia.”
He lives in an apartment on the edge of Padua, 40 km (25 miles), where he lost his job in a factory, and he was destroyed, because he did not have documents. The bedroom is doubled as a desktop studio under a table, which is a large monitored table, he records and produces Afrobeats songs for the first album.
In Nigeria, he was successfully a professional dance teacher in most accounts, but he felt that the future did not come. Uncle living in Austria, including his father and father, including his father in the United Kingdom, offered to go for a walk with his wife and three cousins. The prince gave the speakers, their clothes and sports shoes. He rescued thousands of dollars along with his family. He did not bring anything with him and told his parents that he had already happened.
“The trip was fatal,” says, with a serious expression. “My story comes very pain and harm.”
The first three weeks spent on top of a large open truck full of dozens of people. They crawled along the Sahara and slept every night in the sand. If some had to drink their urines, he also calculates, because they did not bring enough water and saw the bodies left in the sand on the road. “I do not count how much we bury,” he says that he touches people who died on the trip. “We’ve used the sand to cover them. There is no name or family details to call.”
From Libya, O and Family, they tried to pass the Mediterranean eight times. All the journey to Italy took him two years. Once upon a boat, he was abducted by bandits and was released two months after paying a ransom. Another time was held in Libyan prison for four months. In a time, they ran out of money and worked as a seven-month security officer in a combination of seven-month refugees and migrants.
Then, in October 2016, he and family members tried to cross the Mediterranean again. They boarded a wooden ship with more than 200 passengers on the plane. In the middle of the night, the water began to enter the ship and began to sink. As the hassle, people fell into the water. Prince jumped to save the cousin. The sea is frozen and everyone shouts and shouted around, and he burns the dark water with the stars. The 14-year-old Cousin was very late as Sandra’s location. Choked because he did not know how to swim.
A life floating in his sinew in his sinewife was saved by a life vests and the rest of his family, including the rest of his family, and returned to Libya.
“I’m so tired because I’m so tired,” he says. “My eyes just saw white. I did not see anything for the sea, salt and salt. I was very tired.” Prince and his family could never bury Sandra because because he said he was stolen by his body smugglers.
In the Gambia in Libya, a fisherman taught him how to use him a compass, and on his last visit, the navigator and the ship’s captain was sitting behind the wheel. Their ship was caught by a rescue ship on the coast of Lampedusa. “The trip is not something I will want to my worst enemy,” he said, shook his head. The rest of his family went to various parts of Italy and Austria.
The prince tried to live with his brother-in-law in Austria, but when the authorities threatened to deport him, returned to Italy, where the shelter claim was waiting. His flight went down to Venice. Why don’t he know.
Life in Italy has become difficult, says. His father warned him to live as an immigrant, before leaving him, “It is better to be a man free in your country.” The prince begins to agree with him. When he was expelled from his apartment, he was homeless for seven months, laying on friends and garages.
For him, there is nothing special for Venice. “All I do is go to work and come home, go to work, come home,” he says. If he could do it all again, he would stay in Nigeria.
These days, he has a new job, but it is a tiring night turn with a long departure with the time of music. To save money, he learned to place a meal a day and stopped painting, another favorite hobby. The choir is the only time he enjoys himself. “I always smile when I sing with them,” he says, “Because this is the only time I can be myself.”
