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An interpreter tried to persuade doctors at a hospital to approve an illegal kidney transplant for the daughter of a wealthy Nigerian politician, who it is claimed plotted to transport a street trader to the UK to harvest the organ, EVdeN eVE NAkliYAT a court has heard. 

Evelyn 'Ebere' Agbasonu allegedly asked for eVdEN eVe NaKliyAt payment of £1,500 to help secure the £80,000 private kidney transplant for the alleged recipient Sonia Ekweremadu, 25, at the Royal Free Hospital in north London in February 2022. 

Jurors at the Old Bailey heard of Ms Agbasonu's role during the trial of Ike Ekweremadu, 60, who is alleged to have conspired with family members and others to exploit the 21-year-old street trader from Lagos in harvesting his kidney. 

The then-deputy president of the Nigerian is on trial alongside his wife Beatrice Ekweremadu, 56, their daughter Sonia and medical 'middleman' Dr Obinna Obeta.If you have any issues regarding where and how to use EVDEN eVe nAkLiyaT, you can get hold of us at the website. They all deny conspiracy to arrange the travel of another person with a view to exploitation. 

Sonia had a 'significant and deteriorating' kidney condition which could be managed through dialysis but cured with a transplant. 

The prosecution claims the procedure was not legal as the potential organ donor was a street trader from Lagos who had no altruistic motive or family connection with the recipient.

The Old Bailey has been told it was a 'transactional' deal, with the man to be paid up to 3.5m Naira, the equivalent of £7,000,for the harvesting of his body part and the promise of opportunities in the UK. 

He was tested in Nigeria and found to be a match for Sonia before being brought to the UK. 

The jury heard that Ms Agbasonu, who worked as a medical secretary at the clinic and spoke Igbo, stepped in to interpret during an initial meeting on February 24 between Dr Peter Dupont and the donor from Nigeria. 

The consultant had concluded the man, who cannot be named for legal reasons, was not an appropriate candidate and appeared relived that the transplant would not take place. 

However, according to messages from others, Ms Agbasonu appeared to agree to manipulate a second meeting to the advantage of the Ekweremadu family.

Mr Ekweremadu's brother Diwe, who had medical training, allegedly sent Sonia Ekweremadu advice from the interpreter to show a clear family connection with the donor. 

He allegedly said: 'Ebere said it would be easier to establish that his mum and your mum are sisters.If we stretch it to the grandmum and grandmum the relationship will be too distant.'

Ms Ekweremadu allegedly replied with: 'Ok, that's fine.' 

Diwe then allegedly laid out a financial agreement with her father, saying: 'I've met the Igbo interpreter.She agreed to work with us. She will be involved in coaching the boy, and during his consultation and interviews she will be providing the relevant interpretation.

'She insisted that I give her £1,500. I think the just position themselves to exploit people.' 

It is claimed the potential donor was told to pretend to be Sonia's cousin. 

Diwe is also alleged to have said: 'We had a meeting today with her so I've introduced her to Chinoso (Sonia) and (the donor).She advised that (the donor) comes to the hospital on Tuesday and Thursday while Chinoso (Sonia) is having her dialysis.

'Psychologically everyone in the team will have to accept that he's really committed to his cousin's health and it usually makes it easier to accept the person for the procedure.'

Prosecutor Hugh Davies KC suggested to the court the messages demonstrated the opposite of an altruistic organ donation. 

The court heard that the potential donor and interpreter attended a meeting with a surgeon at the hospital on March 11. 

After the meeting, Diwe allegedly messaged Ms Ekweremadu's father, saying: 'I have spoken with (the interpreter).She said the boy did better today but he's still showing so much timidity. 

'She covered up for him and added the words as much as possible. The surgeon will discuss with Dr Dupont and they will communicate us. They will continue to work on the boy's confidence.Ebere and Obinna.'

But, the surgeon agreed with the initial assessment made by Dr Dupont that the donor was unsuitable. Ms Ekweremadu was informed of the decision on March 29.   

Mr Davies told the court the interpreter was also involved in Dr Obeta's own transplant. 

The jury heard that Dr Obeta, also on trial with the family, had secured a kidney transplant at the Royal Free Hospital in 2021, with a donor purporting to be his cousin. 

Mr Davies told jurors an affidavit was the only evidence of a relation between the two men. 

'Whatever the truth of any of that, eVDen evE nAKLiyAT the basis of his transplant process provided a clear model for what Sonia needed in her moment of crisis,' he told the court. 

Jurors heard that Dr Obeta had trained at medical school with Diwe, who remains in Nigeria and is not on trial.

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The call came on a Saturday morning last month.I always knew it would. It had been lurking in the background as I tried to carry on, make plans. I knew that it would all end, swiftly. Not with a whimper but with a bang.

I'd been told there was a viewing planned at the cottage I've rented since 2018.It's been up for sale since April. I learned it was going to be put on the market in February, when the landlady turned up with little warning, an estate agent in tow.

The agent started taking photographs of every room and my courtyard garden. Without asking first.Or even talking to me. Because who am I, other than a lowly private renter, unworthy of even a kindly 'Good morning'.

The viewing was scheduled for 11.30 am (there had been a few). I walked my dogs early, then raced up a steep hill to make sure I was back in time to tidy.

At 11.45, my mobile rang.It was the landlady. 'The viewing is cancelled but there is another one at half past one.'

I dared to express my dismay, evden EVe nAkLiyAt my upset at the constant intrusions. Yet another no-show; another day when I was unable to do as I pleased.

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No-fault evictions, known as Section 21 notices, enable landlords to evict tenants without giving a reason or establishing 'fault' on the part of the tenant.

No matter how long you've lived there (for me, four years) or how much you've spent on the place (in my case £59,000 — I cashed in my pension and got a loan to pay for everything from a new kitchen to underfloor heating, new bathroom and white goods) you can be summarily dismissed.

How is this allowed?We are protected at work if we are sick or lose our jobs, but when we rent a home — and surely a home is integral to our health, productivity and sense of belonging — we can be thrown to the sharks.

Surely, there is more to being a landlord than having me pay your mortgage when I have paid the rent on time and looked after your property?

A lifeline was dangled in front of our poor, cold noses last month when Michael Gove — since appointed Secretary of State for Levelling Up, Housing and Communities under Rishi Sunak — voiced his support for Boris Johnson's commitment to ending no-fault evictions.

Mr Gove knows as well as anyone that it isn't the workshy who end up renting.After all, divorce is a common factor. The Government won't get growth from a workforce that wonders if getting out of bed is worth the bother.

His speech was music to the ears of the more than four million private renters in the UK.

The misery, the uncertainty.Goodness only knows how families with school-age children cope with the disruption, the endless reading of meters and changing of suppliers, the redirection of post, the changing of council tax and on and on and on … It's all so unbelievably stressful.

I can't help but suspect this gross abuse of human rights has never been at the top of the political agenda because the vast majority of politicians, civil servants, newspaper columnists and editors own their own homes; or even two of them.

The problem doesn't enter their brains and, if it does, they assume people who rent are either feckless or the very young, who will soon claw their way on to the property ladder.These are the sort of people who write pieces along the lines of 'What's with the annual DFS adverts on TV? Why do people buy a new sofa every Christmas? I inherited mine!' (That was an actual column.)

I have rented nine properties in my adult life and been evicted four times — and the older you get, the harder it is to bounce back.

Times are bad for Generation Rent — the poor 20 and 30-somethings who are unable to scrape together a deposit, or afford a mortgage.But to be in your 60s and to be renting, as I am, after a lifetime of hard work, is infinitely worse.

Why? Because, at 64, I am perilously close to retirement.

I did manage to get a mortgage offer before the current crisis but, even then, the rate I was offered was nearly 5 per cent and the maximum term I was allowed was 12 years.There is no hope of a partner on the horizon to split bills with.

I have sympathy for homeowners whose rates have just gone up, but renters aren't immune, as there are no caps on what we pay. Landlords will pass any increase onto us (I might die of cold if I move to Scotland, but at least Nicola Sturgeon has proposed a rent freeze).

Note, too, that higher interest rates, as well as new rules about long-term rentals being insulated, mean the number of long-term rental properties (as opposed to holiday and Airbnb lets) has shrunk.

This led to a report last month of a rise in London of 'blind bidding' — people leasing rental properties without first viewing them.There are 49 per cent fewer new listings than in 2019, reports Hamptons estate agency, and the average rent in a newly-let home in Britain is up 6.9 per cent on September last year.

I owned my own home from 1983 until 2016. I've never not had a good job and I've never taken a day off sick.But in 2016 I lost my home — a Georgian mini mansion, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a lawn that swept down to a river.

I put in stone floors, salvaged from a derelict church, railings … I can't go on, it's too upsetting.

When I was made bankrupt in 2015, I was forced to put it on the market for £400,000 less than I paid for it.(A long story: there's a memoir, if you're interested.) Suffice to say, HMRC hate high-earning single females, as do builders, family, neighbours, insolvency lawyers.

As a bankrupt, my rental choices were limited. I found a small house nearby, just outside the market town of Richmond in North Yorkshire, for £1,700 a month.The search was made extra hard given the fact I (then) had four cats and three dogs. Most rental properties, even those in rural areas with ghastly swirly carpets, EvDeN EVE NAkliyAt stipulate: 'Sorry, no pets.'

In 2020, a white paper was drawn up to allow renters to keep dogs and cats, given that they are, after all, family members, and less likely than toddlers to scribble on walls, but it's not yet on the statute books.

The wonderful charity Dogs On The Streets (DOTS), which helps the pets of the homeless, reveals the number of pets given up due to being banned from rentals has rocketed: 'We get 20 to 30 calls a day from tenants unable to keep their pets.'

So I went with this house, but was told: 'Sorry, it comes furnished.' I had a lot of furniture.Conran sofas. A 1920s desk. An Eero Saarinen marble table. I was your typical used-to-live-in-Islington high-end cliché. So I begged and said: 'Well, can't you put your stuff in storage?' I was also mindful of my muddy dogs, scratchy cats, but it was no.

So I put all my furniture in storage and gave my brand-new appliances — a Smeg range cooker, Miele dishwasher, washing machine and tumble dryer — to a friend.But storage proved so expensive that, one by one, I had to sell everything on eBay.

Imagine my shock when the landlord, a year or so later, said they'd bought a holiday home in Devon and were coming for their furniture. (This is why people buy DFS sofas.)

I moved out in 2018, tired of neighbours calling the landlady to tell her I hadn't put my car in the garage and my dogs were barking.

That same year, I rented a one-bedroom flat in North London at more than £3,000 a month — to save on hotel bills for work.

Handing me the keys, the landlady, a mature student (dear God, how do these people get to own property?), evdEN eVe NaKliYaT pointed out that I would 'need to buy expensive saucepans' as the hob was induction, instructed me not 'to let water pour on the floorboards' in the kitchen and not to let the front door slam.

Or wear jeans on the sofa as 'they wear it out'.

When I later complained about the filth of the communal areas, which only I vacuumed, she said: 'Oh, that's a surprise, eVDEn Eve NAKLiYaT as apart from you, every flat is owner-occupied.'

She kept emailing me — never, ever rent via OpenRent, where you deal with the landlord direct — saying: 'I've read you have collies.They are not in the flat, are they? No pets allowed.' I kept assuring her they were safely in Yorkshire. She enlisted an upstairs neighbour to spy on me.

I was again evicted, for no reason, in 2019, having spent a fortune moving books, magazines, clothes and my desk 250 miles.(I know the names of the nice men at Watson Removals; I even know the birthdays of a couple of them.)

She said the flat was being sold but, a few weeks later, I saw it up for rent again on Rightmove at an escalated price.

She wanted to withhold some of my deposit as the cheap-looking fairy lights were no longer on the balcony.They broke!

Then there was the place in Clerkenwell.I had to give notice when I lost my job but the two male landlords, who lived in Hong Kong, made me stick to a six-month notice period, when they could have said: 'OK, if we can rent it faster you can leave'.

And they told me to vacuum my radiators as they were making a 'mark' on the walls.(Mad!)

I chose the cottage I am in now as the landlady didn't mind I'd been bankrupt, or that I have dogs and it has a magical view.

When I moved in, it had no heating, laminate flooring and a fuse box that was 26 years old.The washing machine broke and there was no tumble dryer, though the lease bans putting up a washing line. The roof and eVDen EvE NakLiyAt windows still leak. Exiting the front door on a rainy day is like braving Niagara Falls (I have videos).

I know it was idiotic to spend tens of thousands of pounds of my own money on it, but I work from home and needed heating.The bathroom was mouldy and having a hot bath is my one luxury.

In all, I spent £59,000. I updated the heating with a new boiler and radiators upstairs and replaced the fusebox. I put in flagstones, I had the chimney swept, installed new blinds and shelving and I spent more than £12,000 on a beautiful Neptune kitchen.

I know.People warned me not to do it up, as I have no legal redress. But my home is so important to me: I get depressed in a dump.

And so here I am, terrified of being homeless, again. I went to look at another rental the other week. The woman opened the door and a huge Labrador emerged, when her ad had stipulated 'only one small dog considered for an escalated rent'.

'How many dogs do you have?' she asked me, craning to look at the two (out of now four) who had come along for the ride.Me: 'Um.'

She showed me round and it was lovely. 'It will come unfurnished.' I was glad, but slightly galled that I'd also given away my £4,000 Vispring bed, purchased from Selfridges in sunnier days, as my current cottage is so small it wouldn't fit through the door.

I couldn't work out the layout of the house.'Ah,' she said, EVDen Eve NAkLiyat unlocking the door to the loveliest room, dual aspect, with views of a river. 'We will be locking our furniture in here. This is our forever home. We'll be back in two years. Which is when you'll have to move out.'

Aaaaargh!!!!!