17/09/2026
I gave Europe my blood, sweat and tears... and my own family broke my heart.
I suffered to get to Europe. No one knows the road I walked.
When I finally arrived, I had nowhere to go. I slept outside for YEARS. In the cold. In the rain. Like a dog that nobody wants.
But I didn't give up. I finally found a small job. A tiny job that pays little, but for me it was hope.
And the moment I started earning, I thought of THEM. My family back home.
I starved myself here so they could eat there. I wore the same clothes for months so they could have something.
I sent everything. More than 20 MILLION FCFA Every euro was my sweat.
I told my mother Mama, buy me a small piece of land. Start a small house for me, so one day I have somewhere to return to.
She said yes, my son. My sisters said "don't worry, brother." My brothers said "we are building.
They even sent me videos of a land. "This is YOUR land, they said.
I believed them. Because they are my blood.
I came back to discover... IT WAS ALL A LIE. There is no land. There is no house. The money is gone. Finished. They ate it.
And now they look me in the eyes and tell me You are in Europe, you can work again and find another way.
As if my life here is easy. As if I am picking money from the trees.
I am tired. Deeply tired. Not in my body, but in my soul.
I have no house at home, and I have no home here.
What did I do wrong except trusting my own family?