Many things went through my mind as we were on the return transit. "What if this good Samaritan didn't show up?". "What if we got attacked like Osas and his group?", So many questions that I don't want to feed answers to... They keep erupting irregularly that I really got tired and decided to give it a final stop. Once in a while, the abrupt breaks applied brought me to consciousness, away from the mental circus. Many videos have emerged on the internet about migrants who lost their lives on the way to Libya. I wondered what were their last wishes or thoughts on the point of death. What exactly happened? This is a clear answer to many of such questions. The Sahara desert is not merciful to careless migrants. This route is full of dangerous situations and probability of survival is almost close to zero. When you might have gone too far to the point of no return, you will realize that Exhaustion from heat stress and dehydration kills. The few that passed through this system become hardened and face life with no iota of fear. When they arrive in Europe, they are ready to survive on any condition. 

I really felt lucky with my group just as Osas got away with his. I was not happy on the other hand because our dream of reaching Libya and then Crossing into Europe was aborted. Osas, a very tall handsome fair Benin guy recounted his ordeal when he tried to cross to Libya three years ago. Him with his group went further than us, almost close to crossing into Libya before a tribal force raided them. They were all rounded up at gun point and tied up, legs and hands and were to be sold to other groups of traffickers along this dangerous route. The leader of the raiders had to move ahead with his members to search for prospective buyers while keeping one of them to look after us. "He was handed a sharp sword and ordered to slaughter whoever tried to escape in Arabic language", Osas said. However, that particular Arab guy wanted more from his victim. He saw a beautiful lady among the captives and wanted to eat from her bosom. " She resisted his initial advance until I spoke to her in Benin language to cooperate and find a way to pin him down for us to attack and be set loosen", the narrator chuckled and continued. " He made another move and she fought again until the watchman dropped his sword and overpowered her with both hands roughly moving over her sensitive parts, leading to his unzipping and throwing caution to the winds, she showed her tied hands for him to untie in order to allow him better access cum pleasure and he obliged, cutting her loose. Then he continued his rough romance with lesser resistance" She immediately kissed him and caressed his shoulder and neck, then drew closer to his ear and bit him on his left ear. We all struggled to move while they were in a tight fight and fell upon both of them. She gripped him tight and held him while we all used our teeth to tear him apart." Osas bowed his head and said " this is the first time I came face to face with death and I felt no guilt because of self defense, in killing our assailant" She had to cut them loose and they took the sword and ran backwards, never to continue on that route.