“The days and nights passed and I saw no change, I was dying of anguish, my child didn´t move or cry, she had not slept for days. Until one day, I saw a documentary on TV that talked about a way to get to Spain across several countries.
It was for me a God´s light, a way to give my daughter a better life, so I didn´t hesitate to take my backpack and start the longest and most dangerous adventure of my life: after a long journey through different countries like Nigeria, Benin, Burkina Faso, Niger and Mali, and crossing the Sahara desert, which seemed insurmountable and where we were seven days crossing the desert. The only thing that kept me alive was the hope of seeing my daughter´s face again.
Fortunately, I managed to cross the desert passing through the border town of Uchda, Morocco, to get to the forest. From there, I had to swim in Spain for ten hours in a row. I knew it was very risky but what mother wouldn´t do anything to save her son? After three long months of travel, I finally arrived from Cameroon to Ceuta“