{UAH} Jeanette Atim Niwabine ’s Escape from DUBAI

Jeanette's Escape from DUBAI #RELOADED
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My name is Jeanette and I used to work as a housemaid in Dubai. For over a year that I spent in Dubai, I had done all sorts of work. I cleaned houses, washed toilets, mopped floors of tall buildings and at one point I also worked in a mortuary. 

During my stay in Dubai, I came in contact with all kinds of bosses. Some treated me well, while others were devils sent from the underworld to Destroy me. During my time, I got introduced to all worlds, the good and the bad, the living and the dead.

I met so many people during this stay in Dubai. Some were so glad that they treated me with respect and paid all my salaries on time and well. Others, these devils saw me as a rug to be used. They raped me, beat me and at some point I got buried.

In these new episodes, I will tell you about my escape from Dubai and where I went thereafter. I will narrate the good and the bad, the highs and lows, the awesome and the annoying while also telling you everything there is about Kyeyo.

I could write a book out of my experiences, or maybe direct a movie out of this life, but I will choose to tell my story such that maybe someone could learn a lesson about perseverance, patience and being optimistic.

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My Ugandan Sugar Daddy Part 2.
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Over a year after I had landed in Dubai for Kyeyo(casual work), I hated this city. I hated the people and I hated being called a kadama(Name for housemaid). I had my kind of work and I also hated my body. At this moment, I was willing to do anything to escape. But I surely needed a plan.

For over 4 months, I searched my mind and brain for a smart escape plan but to no success. All my plans could land me in trouble. I could not just walk away. One of my friends named Hadija had tried walking away only for her to be arrested 2 days later and charged with robbery. She was found dead a week later. I wonder if her body ever reached Uganda.

So I could not do the same mistakes. My current bosses were ruthless. Any kind of nonsense could either land me in prison or in the grave. I had already seen so many of my friends disappear in mysterious ways. I could not allow to be the next victim. I was surely smarter than that.

I obeyed my bosses, did every work they wanted and I never complained. Even during sickness, I would act a strong girl just to gain their trust. Indeed, they started to stupidly trust me.

Luck befell me when they started to send me to perform errands outside the house. They would send me far and wide to deliver things or to simply make a quick gesture and come back. I was faithful to them to the dot. Despite my earlier bosses who had tortured me and another idiot of men who had raped me, these ones respected me.

My salary had also been increased because I was good. I had mastered my job as a kadama(housemaid) I knew what made my bosses happy and what annoyed them. My one year of experience has taught me how to handle sexual advances and how to gain trust.

By now, I had already been used by 17 Arab men in ways unimaginable. They had carried out all kinds of pleasures on my body and experimented with an African lady, a Ugandan beauty.

Because of this, I badly wanted to start a new life, but this dream had one problem. My contract, which I had signed on my way from Kampala was that I MUST work in Dubai for two years in order to get my passport. 


I kept working. The trust my current bosses had in me kept increasing which made them send me far and wide to so many places. Soon, during one of those visits to a certain family is when I met Fazil. Fazil was an engineer who worked at one of the biggest Telecom companies in UAE.

Fazil was a family friend to my bosses and he was about 6ft tall. He had nice pink lips, very masculine and a calm voice. Fazil came into my life and he liked me. Would Fazil fall in love with me or would he also be another devil sent to use me…?

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My Ugandan Sugar Daddy Part 3.

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Fazil met me at at the mosque on Friday during one of those days when I had accompanied my lady boss for prayers. My lady boss wanted me to wait for her such that after her Friday prayers, she would proceed with me for some shopping.

Born in Ethiopia and raised in South Africa, Fazil had studied from one of the best Universities in Africa, graduated with a Degree in engineering before coming to work in Dubai where his uncle also lived.

He spotted me standing outside the mosque and since he was rushing for prayers, he simply requested for my number and promised he would call me. "You have a nice smile" he said before vanishing in amongst the crowd .

What hit me hard is that, it was the first time someone non black was complimenting my looks. That simple statement made me so excited that day. I didn't care whether he called again or not. Besides, I even doubted whether he had saved the right contact I'd given him considering that he was in a rush.

Remember that, While working as a kadama(housemaid) in Dubai, most bosses never allowed phones especially during work hours. Apparently, it was said that phones made girls lazy to perform to their best and some girls would use those phones to communicate wrongly. But since my bosses had grown to trust me, I held a phone.

On this particular day, after I had finished washing a huge collection of clothes and ready to take a shower, I saw my Samsung Galaxy lighting. I never used to receive calls, since non of my Ugandan relatives could ever afford to call an international Dubai number. Besides, my family had forsaken me as they regarded me a lost cause and useless. In this world, no one will think of you if you are poor.

I picked and it was Fazil. His soft voice calm as before. 'Are you whatsapp or Viber" he quickly asked, to which I replied that I was not on viber but was so much using Whatsapp.
"I will text you" and before I could say anything, he hang up.
30 minutes later after I came back from the shower. I found 4 whatsapp texts from Fazil. He expressed his joy on meeting me that day, and how he thinks he liked me. He was joyous that I reminded him of his Black ex-girlfriend back in South Africa.

On the days that followed, our chats grew intense and more pleasurable. He sent me more photos of himself and so many messages. He seemed really happy to always chat with me. He got to know the actual times I was free or the hours I would be in bed. He had this rare skill of keeping me awake till the wee hours of the night.

Eventually, he got to know of how my bosses always sent me out and believe me, he was always there to meet me. He was so careful not to land me in trouble with my bosses too in such a way that he made it flawless to meet him.

Fazil really promised to love me. He made my hatred for men start to varnish. He never cared about my past at all. He promised to take me on trips and make my life beautiful. Since he knew I did not need money as a kadama, he started to deposit money onto my Ugandan account saying I will need it the day I get back to Uganda.

One day, while charting with him, he told me he finally had a plan to make me escape my current kadama job. He wanted me to visit him and he shares his plan. But how was I to let my bosses give me one day leave to visit this mysterious Fazil? What would I tell them??? Continued to Part 4.

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"When a man is stung by a bee, he doesn't set off to destroy all beehives"

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