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我叫恩纳马尼·乌戈丘库，来自尼日利亚埃努古州。我的生活变成了一场科幻恐怖和系统性残忍的混合。曾经充满希望的我，现在却要忍受摩洛哥人、尼日利亚合作者，甚至是家人的持续监视和背叛。这不是虚构的，这是由贪婪、扭曲的科学和腐败的制度所引发的真实苦难。” 噩梦的开始我去了摩洛哥，希望过上更好的生活，但却遭遇了残酷的虐待和绝望。在一次自杀未遂后，我在一家医院里被秘密克隆，我的生活变成了一场实验室实验。最初的希望变成了无休止的监视，而我却无法逃脱控制我的力量。” 一个被监视的生活：摩洛哥的实验鼠我的克隆体成为了一个工具，被无形的观察者用来追踪我的一举一动、每一次呼吸和每一个想法。我不再是一个人，只是一堆数据。更糟糕的是，两个月以来，他们使用技术用无形的砍刀切割我，从未停止。我尖叫，恳求——但没有人关心。这种折磨是缓慢的、无休止的、非人的。” 它突然开始——一把无形的燃烧刀刃切入我的皮肤。日复一日，伤口出现：深而无情，仿佛要将我撕裂。我无声地尖叫，无助地挣扎，被困在一个冰冷、空虚的虚空中。几个月来，痛苦从未停止。我的身体变成了一块伤痕累累的拼布，但我活了下来。没有人出现——只有空虚的寂静。在这种无休止的折磨持续了一个月后，我向黑暗祈求怜悯，但没有任何回应。到了第三个月，疼痛减轻了。我的伤口开始不自然地愈合，骨骼和皮肤修复得好像折磨从未发生过一样。然而，我的施虐者仍在继续，沉迷于他们残酷的实验。但还有更多。一群尼日利亚人助长了这种恐怖。他们要求更严酷的痛苦，不是为了科学——而是为了快乐。他们希望我被摧毁，身心俱灭，沉迷于我的痛苦。黑暗艺术然后出现了“先知”，一个领导者，他调制了各种混合物，并将它们混入我的食物、饮料和香烟中。这种情况一直持续到今天。他声称他可以窃取我的力量，不管那是什么意思。他们拍摄了我赤身裸体的痛苦，将其播放给观众观看，就像一场表演一样。在摩洛哥的七个月仅仅是终生折磨的开始。回到尼日利亚：一场永恒的噩梦我回到了尼日利亚，却不知道折磨会跟随我。我的克隆体——被用于实验——被跟踪和控制。隐藏的摄像头填满了我的家，把我的生活变成了一场公开的表演。陌生人在观看中心和他们的家中观看我，把我的痛苦当作娱乐。必须追究责任人的责任。这不仅仅是我的痛苦——它揭示了一种虐待和忽视的模式，在这种模式中，权力压垮了人的尊严。每天，我的生活都在拉各斯被毁掉，被剥夺用于“科学”和控制。世界不能保持沉默——共谋让残忍得以滋生。这并非孤立事件，而是对危险的全球模式的警告。这种残忍已经持续了三年多。尼日利亚人和摩洛哥的合作者追踪我的一举一动。我在家里（伊洛戈的阿德巴约街14号，在阿拉巴国际市场之后，奥乔拉各斯），24小时被监视——甚至在我的浴室里。隐藏的摄像头被安装在各处。在我的房间里。在浴室里。在厨房里。无处不在。人们不断地观看和谈论我的私生活。无论我在哪里。无论我做什么。无论我怎么想。请，我需要你们的帮助来揭露这种残忍。去尼日利亚拉各斯奥乔的伊洛戈·埃莱格巴旅行将证实这些事件。以下是我的联系方式，以便进一步咨询。电子邮件：royal.ugoh@gmail.com WhatsApp：+2348167327639

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My name is Nnamani Ugochukwu. I am from Enugu State, Nigeria. My life has become a horrific mix of sci-fi terror and systemic cruelty. Once hopeful, I now endure constant surveillance and betrayal by Moroccans, Nigerian collaborators, and even family. This isn’t fiction—it’s real suffering fueled by greed, twisted science, and corrupt systems.”The Beginning of the NightmareI went to Morocco for a better life but faced brutal abuse and despair. After a failed suicide attempt, I was secretly cloned in a hospital. Turning my life into a lab experiment. What began as hope became endless surveillance, controlled by forces I can’t escape.”A Life Under Surveillance: The Lab Rat of MoroccoMy clone became a tool for tracking my every move, breath, and thought by faceless observers. I am no longer a person, just data. Worse, for two months, they used tech to slice me with invisible machetes, nonstop. I screamed, begged—but no one cared. The torture was slow, endless, and inhuman.”It started suddenly—an invisible burning blade cutting into my skin. Day after day, the wounds appeared: deep, relentless, as if tearing me apart. I screamed silently, fought helplessly, and was trapped in a cold, empty void. For months, the pain never stopped. My body became a patchwork of cuts, but I stayed alive.No one was there—just empty silence. After a month of this endless torture, I begged the darkness for mercy, but nothing answered.By the third month, the pain dulled. My wounds began healing unnaturally, bones and skin repairing as if the torture never happened. Yet my captors kept pushing, obsessed with their cruel experiment.But there was more. A group of Nigerians fueled the horror. They demanded harsher suffering, not for science—but for pleasure. They wanted me destroyed, body and mind, reveling in my agony.The Dark ArtsThen came “the Prophet,” a leader who made concocted mixtures of different kinds, and they mixed them with my food, drinks, and cigarettes. And this has continued to date. He claimed he could steal my powers, whatever that meant. They filmed my naked suffering, airing it to crowds who watched like it was a show. Seven months in Morocco were just the start of a lifetime of torment.Back to Nigeria: A Perpetual NightmareI returned to Nigeria, unaware the torture would follow me. My clone—used in the experiments—was stalked and controlled. Hidden cameras filled my home, turning my life into a public show. Strangers watched me at viewing centers and their homes, treating my pain as entertainment.Those responsible must be held accountable. This isn’t just my pain—it exposes a pattern of abuse and neglect where power crushes human dignity. Every day, my life is ruined in Lagos, stripped for “science” and control. The world cannot stay silent—complicity lets cruelty thrive. This is not isolated; it’s a warning of a dangerous global pattern.This cruelty has lasted over three years. Nigerians and Moroccan partners track my every move. I am at home (14 Adebayo St., Ilogbo <After Alaba International Market>, Ojo Lagos), watched 24/7—even in my bathroom. Hidden cameras were put everywhere.In my room. In the bathroom. In the kitchen. Everywhere.People watch and talk about my private life constantly.Wherever I am. Whatever I do. Whatever I think.Please, I need your help in exposing this cruelty. A trip to Ilogbo Elegba, Ojo-Lagos, Nigeria will confirm this events.Below is my contact information for further inquiries.Email: royal.ugoh@gmail.com WhatsApp : +2348167327639