I've been on the move, because two days after my live feed, the first threat came in. I thought it was a joke. I sincerely thought it was a joke. I was on my way home. I had been on the street for two days straight. Some of my colleagues in the same industry as I am tried to come get me out of the hospital, where I was vouching for one of the boys we took there. He had been shot in the neck by a policeman. Just as I left, I got a phone call telling me I should please leave the vicinity because there were military men at the hospital. I think they found that out because in my story I was thanking the manager of the hospital for letting us into his hospital and treating us for free. I think that's how they got that information.
I had to abandon my home. I moved between people's homes and different places. I stayed in someone's property that they hadn't lived in for a long time and then, just to get out of Nigeria, I literally.... I made short videos of my trip, just getting to where I am today, and I'm still travelling. I'm not even done with my trip. It's like being in a forest just to get out of Nigeria.
I put a cotton bud in my left ear because I bleed from there. I have a picture of that as well. I've been trying to document everything. I barely sleep. It's crazy. I can imagine parents who actually can't find their kids now because they've moved bodies, so....
I don't know....