Campaign Story

We Raised ₦50 Million to Save My Brothers. We Still Lost One.

My name is Aimie. I am a Nigerian Registered Nurse, and I honestly don’t know how to tell this story without becoming emotional.

But I need you to read it.

Not because I want pity.

But because I have tried. I have really tried.

For years, I have been working towards building a better life for myself and my family. I am a nurse, and I have worked, studied, written professional examinations and pursued opportunities that I believed would help me build a more stable future.

At one point, I received a job opportunity in Canada.

I believed this was finally the beginning of a new chapter for me.

I was required to spend my own money on several things related to the opportunity, with the understanding that these expenses would be reimbursed.

So I used my savings.

I spent the money because I trusted the commitment that had been made to me.

But the reimbursement never came.

This was a significant financial loss for me. I have documentation and evidence of the expenses, the commitments that were made and everything relating to the situation.

It was difficult, but I still tried to move forward.

I told myself:

“Okay, Aimie. Start again. Find another way.”

I didn’t know that just as I was trying to rebuild my life, my family would face something much worse.

January 2, 2026.

My two younger brothers were kidnapped from our family home.

Both were medical students with their whole lives ahead of them.

My family was forced to raise ₦50 million in ransom.

We sold property.

We borrowed money.

We asked friends and relatives for help.

We did everything we could because we believed that if we could raise the money, we would get our boys back.

We paid the ransom.

But we still lost my younger brother, Emoh.

He was killed inside our own home.

Emoh had just graduated as a dietitian. He loved basketball. He had dreams, plans and an entire future ahead of him.

He should be here today.

Instead, we had to bury him.

I cannot properly explain what that did to me or to my family.

The place that should have been home and safety — became the place where my brother was killed.

And while we were grieving, we were also dealing with the financial consequences of everything that had happened.

My mother became sick after the incident.

And I kept thinking:

I cannot give up.

I cannot afford to.

Before everything happened, I had my own ambitions and dreams.

Now, it feels like I am carrying something bigger.

I am carrying my own future, but I also feel like I am carrying the hopes and legacy of my brothers.

I want to take care of my mother.

I want to build a safer and more stable life for my family.

And I want to honour my brother by continuing to move forward.

I know that if Emoh were here, he would want me to keep going.

So I decided to try again.

I am a Registered Nurse. I have already passed the examinations and completed the professional requirements for my Canadian nursing pathway.

After trying different routes, I found another opportunity through Passage, which could help me finance my education and continue my career in Canada.

But there is one major financial requirement I cannot meet alone.

I need approximately ₦20 million in cash collateral to activate the financing.

And this is where I am asking for help.

I am not asking because I don’t want to work.

I want to work.

I am already a nurse.

I have worked.

I have studied.

I have passed examinations.

I have invested my savings in opportunities I believed in.

I have experienced financial setbacks.

I have lost my brother.

I have watched my family go through something no family should have to experience.

And yet, I am still trying.

Because I don’t want everything we have gone through to be the end of my story.

I am asking for ₦20,000,000.

I know that is a lot of money.

I know asking strangers to believe in me is a big request.

But I am hoping that someone reading this understands what it means to keep fighting when life keeps taking things away from you.

If you can contribute ₦5,000, thank you.

₦10,000, thank you.

₦50,000, ₦100,000 or more — I will be deeply grateful.

If you are in a position to sponsor a significant part of my journey, I would also be incredibly grateful.

I have evidence to support the things I have shared.

I can provide documentation of my nursing qualifications, professional examinations, Canadian pathway, financing requirements, my previous employment opportunity and the expenses I incurred.

I am willing to be verified.

I don’t expect anyone to blindly trust me.

I simply ask that you give me the opportunity to show you that this is real.

And if you cannot donate, please share my story.

You may know someone who can help.

A philanthropist.

A foundation.

A healthcare organisation.

A company.

A Nigerian professional abroad.

A nurse.

A doctor.

A business owner.

Or simply someone who believes that a person deserves a chance to rebuild after losing so much.

I have already lost my brother.

My family has lost a son.

My mother has lost her child.

I have lost savings that took years to build.

But I don’t want to lose hope too.

I want to keep moving.

I want to finish what I started.

I want to take care of my mother.

I want to build a life my brothers would be proud of.

I want to continue my career as a nurse and use the opportunities I have worked so hard for to create something better for my family.

So today, I am asking for help.

Not because I have stopped fighting.

But because sometimes, even the person who has been fighting the longest needs someone to hold a little of the weight.

If you can help me financially, thank you.

If you cannot, please share this with someone who can.

₦20 million is my goal.

And every contribution, every share, every introduction to someone who can help brings me one step closer.

Thank you for reading.

Thank you for seeing me.

And thank you for helping me keep going.

— Aimie
Registered Nurse, Nigeria