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Mark Stratmann

C'mon and Dream a Little



We need to dream more and we need to dream bigger.  Really, isn't that what makes us tick in times of discouragement and discontentment? 

I've been talking to some people lately that I've discovered have no real dreams in life.  It's like they've lost their desire to be great in life.  I remember being a child, and thinking of how I was going to grow up and be someone great  What young boy didn't have dreams of hitting the grand slam to win the World Series for their favorite baseball team, or who didn't dream of being the firefighter who saved some old lady from a burning building in some heroic way?  I know I did...maybe I was just crazy, but I think most of us had dreams and aspirations in life that drove us to excel in our youth.   I remember sitting in the sandbox (or in my case a large tractor tire filled with sand) thinking of how I was going to dig the deepest hole to china...and some days I worked hard to get there...only to realize I dug a hole about 12" deep at best...but still, I had a dream and a goal to get somewhere and accomplish something that day (yes, I thought I could get there in a day...mock me if you want!)

I find it interesting that as we ‘grow up' we realize that not all of our dreams and aspirations in life come to pass.  This is a crucial time for us.  We make choices that we don't even know we are making at the time.  We stop dreaming with God, and allow Satan to tell us things that aren't true over us.  Instead of dreaming about being a world changer we start to do just enough to get by. God's got more for our lives, but since we stop dreaming and realizing what we can accomplish in life, we start to see that it is safer and easier to settle in and do what is simply expected of us. 

It becomes a dangerous intersection in life, the intersection of dreaming big and realizing our potential.  As kids we somewhat over estimate our life potential, as adults we underestimate it.  More and more "life" happens to us.  Hard times hit us, friends hurt us, finances drain us, cars break down, disappointment creeps in, on and on and on I could go, but the point is we begin to doubt ourselves rather than believe in ourselves.  As a 9 year old, I was fairly well convinced I could make millions playing in the big leagues, now I wonder if I can even run the bases without a nap somewhere between 1st and 2nd.  Ok, maybe that's a little exaggeration, but you get the point...we stop believing in ourselves.

I truly believe that life circumstances force us to dream differently, but I still absolutely believe that we NEED to dream in life.  If we don't dream about something, what are we living for?  What are we working towards? 

I have many dreams...I want to see people set free.  I believe I have some key roles in setting people free.  I'm starting to accomplish this by working with The World Race, and I know it will be a launching pad to seeing people set free...We see this time and time again in training camps and in people's lives being changed through their time on The World Race.  We see the participants set free from the garbage they've walked through in life.  We see it in the ministry we do working with people enslaved in the red-light districts of Thailand.  We see fruit from all of this ministry, and I'm glad to be right in the center of it all. 

What are your dreams? Big or Small.

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Why I Am the Way I Am...



Well, it's no surprise to most people that I'm an inquisitive person who is always ready to take something apart to simply figure out how it worked.  Growing up I was always fiddling with things, "fixing" my bike up, learning about computers, building things out of scrap lumbar my dad brought home, it was and still is my escape from the world to get lost in some project of building or fixing something.  I think a portion of this I got from my grandfather, though as I see more and more now, it's hereditary as I see my dad now trying to improve things in some strange yet interestingly ingenious ways.  I see that it's a trait that must be built into my system from generations upon generations. 

I notice a trend that runs deep in my roots, I come from 2 lines of families that produce things in life.  My grandfather on my mom's side was a farmer, paid in life to produce crops all is life.  I don't remember him so much working in the fields as I remember him knee deep in tools tinkering and working to fix or improve something in his barn.  At any given time he would have some project that needed his attention. 

My grandfather on my dad's side was a carpenter, well known in his prime for the work he did building homes and roofing barns.  He was paid in life to produce an end product as well, and to this day much of the work he did still stands, money well spent by his customers.  By the time I was old enough to really have memories of him he was retired, but my memories of him include many days of him fixing or trying to improve things, often times in some rather strange ways, but he definitely had an inquisitive nature.

My dad took over the business after my grandfather retired, growing and expanding the business to be a well known home builder and remodeling contractor.  I worked for him throughout college, a job that fed into my inquisitive nature, and produced easily measurable results...at the end of the day you could stand back and see what you did with your day.  In fact, still today when I’m around town I drive past homes that I helped build or remodel. 

After college I transitioned into being a middle school teacher.  Yeah.  A job that was a stark difference from building homes or working at a bicycle shop.  I unknowingly went through a time of figuring out how I was going to measure how successful I was, at the end of the day there was nothing to prove what I had accomplished that day.  Sure, there were some middle-school projects, and a few kids proudly showing their projects off, but what did I have to show for my day?  I suppose there was a way of measuring my success there, but it was no longer through material items.  I had to simply find satisfaction through non-material results.

Then there was my time as a World Racer.  How could I ever define success on a trip like The World Race?  Sure, there were some months where there was an actual physical project that we accomplished, but what about the year as a whole?  There are some kids living in an orphanage in Bolivia, there is a pastor and his family in Peru that are living in their house that I helped rebuild in Peru, there are kids enjoying some ceiling fans and operational lights in India, there's a church with a fresh paint job in Thailand...but how do you define success the other months?  The months where lives were impacted simply by me being me, and by me helping impart Christian principles and God's Kingdom living?  Is there a rubric for that?  Any way to measure success in that? 

Clearly I find extreme value in all of it.  Why else would I quit a good paying job of teaching to give a year to missions?  Better yet, why have I spent the past year working for next to nothing financially for this?  Clearly I find value in it all, or I wouldn't do it!  I consider my start in working with the World Race and Adventures in Missions when they asked me to explore Ireland finding ministries that we could partner with last March.  Now, nearly a year later, I'm continuing to work on staff with The World Race taking a large roll in setting up ministry sites for the 250+ people we have out in the nations today.  It's a large task in a role that needs done, though I always try to find the end result of what I'm accomplishing with my life.  At the end of the day what do I measure up to?  Well, with 250+ people on the field at any given moment (with another 150 to launch in June and July) in any one of the 64 countries we are currently involved in, I have to start finding success in the fact that churches are being planted, orphans are being loved, the sick is being healed, the poor are being fed, the untouchables are being held, the red-light districts are being impacted, slaves are being set free, people are walking into their destiny...the list can go on and on, and I directly have an important part in helping get people connected through it all.

I'm standing today at a point of need.  I'm realizing that I'm desperately in need of financial supporters.  March is going to be a month where I am stressing the huge importance of becoming a financial supporter of mine, so that I can continue doing what I do for this amazing ministry.  Please consider becoming a monthly supporter of mine, or a one time giver. 
 
      ...I have a goal of $8,500 to raise in 2 months...
 
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What's Up?



What's Up?

It's actually a question I get a lot these days, a question that looms me with the need to get out and tell people what I'm doing these days.  Admittedly I've been out of touch with so many of you lately, and it's on my list of things to do in 2010...to keep in touch with people more!

What am I up to these days?  My role with The World Race is to help mobilize a generation of young people through coordinating team logistics for those currently in the field.  It includes traveling internationally to establish contacts, planning travel routes, arranging ministries for teams to work with, arranging debriefs, and a plethora of other spur of the moment tasks! 

Where am I?  I currently live in Port Huron, Michigan with several other staff members of the World Race....at least when I'm not traveling! 
Photo of the house LAST winter...currently we don't have much of any snow!
 

Why am I doing this?  I see the layers of impact that this ministry is having in the Kingdom, and am glad to dedicate my time to such a cause.  Not only is there a far-reaching impact on not only the people of the 64 countries that we're currently involved with, but lives are changing in those involved as participants of the World Race.  Currently there are 152 young adults on the field, and in January another 109 will begin the journey of a lifetime.  Time and time again we see lives changed of those on The World Race...time and time again we see people with life-long breakthroughs in oppression and darkness in their own lives.  Then time and time again we see the impact this ministry is having overseas, life and freedom is breaking out in dark places...more to come in the future on both of those!

How is this possible?  Well, I can do this only through the help of people like you.  Staff members on The World Race raise support to cover all their living expenses, and I'm no exception.  Please pray about giving to my ministry in a monthly or one time gift.  You can do this through the link on the upper left hand corner of this page or by clicking here! If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me!

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What a few weeks...



A little glimpse of what I've been up to in September ... Turkey, Israel, and Romania!
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What Now???



After returning home from the World Race, I have found a continued need to serve God's Kingdom and the Nations.  My time to dive in is now.
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So I'm in Ireland...



As a surprise to many of you...as it's been 3 1/2 months since I've blogged...I'm currently in IRELAND!!!! 
 
I've hit a block in what to write about lately, there is a lot on my heart and mind but I often simply don't have words to describe any of it.   So, other than saying that I'm currently working on a logistics project for the August World Race squad, I've taken just a few pictures...not the quality I like, but I've been a bit busy to try to really focus on my photography the past couple weeks!  Anyway, since I don't know what to blog about, I'm simply putting a few random...really random pictures up...
 
I landed in Dublin, Ireland on May 23rd, and hit the ground running. After dealing with the lag of an overnight flight combined with a 5 hour time difference, I did explore the city of Dublin....
 

 One of MANY extremely old cathedrals in Ireland
 
 
A memorial to Ireland's horrible famine
 
 Then the next day I headed to Galway...an incredible town on the west coast of Ireland!
 
 
The harbor, extra busy because of the Volvo Ocean Race being in town!
 

I've been facinated by the history in Ireland, I've seen graves dating back to the 1500's
 

This sums up a lot...a strange street artist amongst the many...there's a strange spiritual environment here...
 

A harbor in Bangor, Ireland (on the north side)
 

One of a collection of murals remembering the not so distant past in Derry, Ireland
 

Another sight from Derry, Ireland
 
I've simply met some incredible people in Ireland, and have fallen in love with it here...I'm sure it isn't  hurting that I'm hitting the best weather in years while I'm here!  As I sort out some things, I'm sure I'll be blogging again soon...
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You Can't.



Before leaving on the World Race over a year ago, my sister questioned my desire to go in many ways.  The biggest question I remember hearing over and over again was, "how can you go, help these starving people, help the homeless, be with orphaned children for a few weeks and then leave them?"  It was a valid question, and most of the time I had no good answer...in fact, I don't think I ever had an answer. 

Today, I will answer it...You Can't.

In reverse order, I will answer why that is...

Thailand - Walking down the streets of the Nana Entertainment District (overshadowed by the Marriott Hotel) I had no clue how real the sex-tourism was.  From the broken lives of the girls being treated as nobodies in this world to the hurting, lost men lurking the streets, there is not a day that I can walk and not think about the far reaching effects of Human Trafficking, and the need for people...US...to walk into horrible situations and bring Hope into them...Bringing Jesus and God's Kingdom to them...everyday I think of them...everyday.
 
 

Cambodia - My stay was short in Cambodia, but in the few weeks there, I spent some time at the "Happy Tree Orphanage" where many kids diagnosed with HIV or AIDS were living.  I remember two of the girls, who decided that they needed to have me do a photo shoot of them, and in turn gave me a tour of the AIDS hospital.  As I walked through the halls and around the playground, it hit hard that these kids all have a very short life expectancy.  I wonder today how many are still alive, how many are sick, how many of them know what they are up against in life.  Also in Cambodia I can't get out of my mind the faces of many victims of land mines, still active in the countryside.  Or the stories of survivors of the mass genocide that took place in the killing fields.  I saw the need for God's healings, the need for Jesus to come into these places and truly turn around the future of the country.  I still see the need for all of US.

 
Vietnam - A country that I love so dearly, faces that I think about every day.  From the multitudes of orphans that have birth defects resulting from chemicals spread during the Vietnam-American War to the college students who are some of the most incredibly friendly people in the world, I can't go a day without thinking of them all.  I remember many of the people who I encountered in Vietnam, and see how God is moving in that country...a country where the government would rather not have anything to do with Christianity, to which laws forbid much of the freedom that we have in America.  It's a country that has prostitution and human trafficking that is growing quickly, they are in need of Jesus to use US to help direct the future of Vietnam as well as Christianity in the nation.  I remember them daily...and don't forget any of it...ever.
 
 

Thailand (Northern) - The villages in northern Thailand captured a special part of me.  Maybe it was the growth of the church, the drug addicted villages transforming ever so quickly, the welcoming people, the smiles on everyone's faces...there are thousands of reasons that I could speak of on why I loved northern Thailand.  There is a huge and intense need for Jesus to use US in northern Thailand as there are people in great danger and living in fear of the Burmese Army.  There are hundreds of thousands of people...humans...fleeing from Burma in fear of their lives.  It is a really catastrophic situation which needs Heaven to be lived out on Earth...through US...not a day goes by that I don't think of them...not a day.
 
 

India - A country that was a struggle for me...in many ways...is in great need for Jesus to create a movement quickly.  A place where the government shuts down many Christian run organizations.  It is a country where overcrowded streets create for dangerous (and rather humorous and exciting) travel situations.  Many people in India come across as rather difficult and aggressive at times.  It was a difficult place for many reasons, but I know that Jesus is moving there.  The needs in India range from God breathed healings and miracules are needed for the orphaned children, the trafficked children, the lepers living in colonies, the hungry, the hurting, the lonely people living each day asking for distress...they need US...and I haven't forgotten it one day.
 
 

South Africa - The orphaned children, the HIV & AIDS victims, the graphic living situations, the danger, the lack of value on human existence.  There's no way that I can forget many situations I found myself in in Africa...held up at gunpoint, sitting in the dirt with orphans, seeing the white vs black struggle, the physical/emotional/spiritual hunger that rages through many in S. Africa...not a day goes by that I'm not reminded of the needs for Jesus in Africa...not a day goes by.
 
 

Swaziland - What more needs to be said about a country so engulfed in the AIDS / HIV epidemic that the average life expectancy is near or less than 30 years old.  The need for healing, food for the hungry, and education are in huge demand for this small country.  The ways that God used US in Swaziland will continue forever.  Not a day goes by that I don't somehow think of the kids walking miles after miles for the one meal they will get in any given day.  Not a day.
 
 

Mozambique - What a time it was for US in this beautiful country.  The incredible healings that take place in Mozambique, the hunger for significance, the thousands of orphans, the grateful and welcoming people in Mozambique, the horrible roads...it's all part of why I loved my time in Mozambique.  Again, not a day goes by that I don't think of the people WE prayed for, the lives that were transformed and changed in this country of hurt and poverty.  Miss it daily...and never a day that I don't think of it...
 
 

Bolivia - There's no way I can forget this beautiful...beautiful...beautiful country.  From the incredible mountains to the lush green of the rainforest, it is gorgeous.  The landscape can't fool you though, this is one of the poorest countries of South America, being landlocked severely limits it's export capabilities, causing industry to overlook the country.  The constant turnover in their Government causes turmoil daily in much of the country...yet Jesus is lived out in this country.  I miss the time in the rainforest working on the orphanage...while I may not have met any of the children that are now living in the orphanage that we helped to complete, they are constantly on my mind.  Never a day goes by that I don't think of the nights I spent with Rusty and some of the girls of our squad talking (attempting to talk) to Remberto, an amazing missionary to his country, who left everything behind to build orphanages around Bolivia with his family.  He is an amazing man...I miss him daily.
 
 

Peru - From the vast desert-like area of Chincha to the lush Amazon Jungle, I miss it all daily.  I miss so many of the people at the Iglesia Berrea in Iquitos, or Templo La Mies in Nauta...I can't get the images and lives they are living out of my mind.  I can't forget that Pastor Nester is living in Los Jardines, Chincha...and the earthquake torn area surrounding him.  Not a day goes by that I don't think of those days...not one day.
 
 
 

Through all of this, I come back to my sister's question..."how can you go, stay there for a little while and leave?" and my answer is ... you can't.

Not a day goes by that I don't wake up wondering what I'm doing of significance.  Not a day goes by that I don't think of these countries and the multitude of things that I could be doing to help any one of them.  Not a day goes by that I don't wonder how many people I encountered are still among us.  Not a day goes by that I don't think of the lives that could be turned to God...through you or me. 

Yet things hold us back....that's for another blog though...for now, oh sister of mine...my answer still remains empty...while I did see so many people, and sit in awe of so many things across the world, I still must say, I don't know how...other than it changes your life in more ways than I can count...and (not to brag, but...) I can count pretty high. 
 
"You Can" ... the more up-beat blog coming soon!!!

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So, I'm back...now what?



Sometimes I sit.

I cannot believe it's over.  It was a long 11 months, yet the shortest 11 months of my life at the same time.  I sit and stare at pictures for hours, marvel at the things that I saw and went through.  I think of the times God showed up throughout the year.  I wonder what times I could have been more than I was.  I wonder how I lived through some of the conditions we lived in.  I look into the eyes of those I met and wonder what they are going through right now. 

I think of the earthquake victims in Chincha, Peru...I wonder how Pastor Nester is doing.

I think of the church in Nauta, Peru...wondering how the youth are doing.

I think of the church in Iquitos, Peru...wondering how they have grown.

I think of the orphans who are living in the orphanage in Bolivia.

I think of the entire community of Backdoor, South Africa...and how the learning center is.

I think of Vilanculos, Mozambique...and how the orphans are doing under the tent in the bush...and how the church is growing so quickly.

I think of Nsoko, Swaziland...and how the community is being transformed.

I think of Durban, South Africa...and how the kids are sleeping on the beds we made.

I think of India, and how the kids are enjoying the changes there.

I think of Thailand...and how the many villages are doing.

I think of Vietnam...and miss them oh so much...really.

I think of Cambodia...and all of the kids at the orphanage I went to there.

I think of Thailand...and the vast problem associated with human trafficking.

I look at all these things, and think...wow...did it all really happen?  Yes...it did.  I sit today in awe of what God has done.  I see lives that were transformed in front of my eyes.  I sit in awe of how God used me....little ME...to do more than I ever imagined. 

So here I sit today, plagued with the question of ... "what's next?" ... at least ten times a day someone asks me something pertaining to my future.  I'm not going to lie ... I have NO CLUE.  I know that God is preparing me for something great.  It's been a rough few weeks deep down in for me.  I can put on the happy face ... say some odd things ... and move on ... but if I am honest, I just want to scream at times!  While it seems to most that I am doing nothing right now...I've been in the States for 3 weeks and still have no real direction...trust me in that I'm still wrapping up The World Race right now.  It's just another part of it all...re-entry...finding your place...finding significance in everyday life...figuring out what's next.  While I know that I need to get a job to finance everyday life ... student loan bills are coming due ... the US is more expensive than other places ... we're coming into the States in an obviously difficult time. 

OK...so what IS next?  Well, a job.  With student loans and worldly obligations, I need to work...where and what I don't know...God will provide.   I also know that a large part of me is stuck in Vietnam and Thailand, and I am trusting God to provide finances to help get me back there to do more for His Kingdom there...so please consider continuing to support me in that...my same link for support (link in the upper left hand corner of this page) will help make that come true.  I will continue to walk in faith.  I have many opportunities to continue walking out many things with The World Race...and I plan to continue that.

A HUGE "Thank You" too all who made this year happen for me....seriously...THANK YOU!  God has used you in so many ways.  None of this is possible without the prayers, emotional support, financial support, and encouragement that has come from all of you.  Please continue to support me in these ways as I figure out how God is going to use me next...and continue the faith you all have had in me...God has placed a unique call in my life...and while I haven't always been dead on with things, I know that He is going to use me in HUGE ways in the days to come!!!!


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I'm coming home...kinda.



Who Am I?

Officially: The World Race January 2008 Squad is OVER...DONE...COMPLETED.

In 10 hours I board a plane bound to the USA...

So then...there's the next step in life...going home.  While for most of us, we are ready for a slight break, ready to see family and friends, ready to enjoy a little bit of comfort; we are also ready to keep going.  Get inside my true self, and you will know that I'm slightly scared of going home...but excited to be with family and friends.  I realize that I'm not the same person I was last December.  I have changed...and am going to put my new self into an old {slightly} changed world...a world that doesn't know me; and I don't know it. 

I've decided that before coming, I should probably introduce myself just a bit.

I am a child of the living God.
I am am the image of God.
I am the hands of God.
I am the change I want in the world.
I am the answer.
I am the Kingdom of God.
I am a mercy giver.
I am full of grace.
I am a Man of God.
I am chosen by God.
I am loved by God.
I am the voice of God.
I am a conquerer.
I am a keeper of God's dreams.
I am accepted.
I am self sufficient in Christ.
I am sent by God.
I am free.
I am the will of God.
I am authority over hell.
I am a fire breather.
I am going for it all...and I'll get it.
I am a heir to the Kingdom.
I am written on the tablets of God's heart.
I am a keeper of a key to God's Kingdom.
I am fully alive.
I am awesome.
I am confident.
I am a member of the royal priesthood.
I am the 42nd Generation.

So...I am coming home.  Saturday morning (Eastern Time) I will be landing in Detroit, Michigan.  I will get off the plane, and meet back with the USA again.  I will see family that I miss dearly.  I will NOT forget where I came from.  I will NOT go back to where I was.  I am a new creation. 

While the journey of The World Race has ended, the journey of Kingdom living has just begun . . . more on that at a later date.
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Babies For Sale...Bred for Sale



It happens...I would refuse to believe it...but I have now come to realize that it actually happens...and we need it to end.
 
This article came from Yahoo News on November 9, 2008...in case you missed it I've posted it here...the original article is found at http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20081109/wl_africa_afp/nigeriatraffickingbabies

 
AFP/File – This 2003 photo shows enslaved children riding in the back of a police vehicle after their apprehension ...

ENUGU, Nigeria (AFP) – Neighbors were suspicious of the daytime silence at the maternity clinic that came to life only after nightfall, though never suspected its disquieting secret -- it was breeding babies for sale.

But recent police raids have revealed an alleged network of such clinics, dubbed baby "farms" or "factories" in the local press, forcing a new look at the scope of people trafficking in Nigeria.

At the hospital in Enugu, a large city in Nigeria's southeast, 20 teenage girls were rescued in May in a police swoop on what was believed to be one of the largest infant trafficking rings in the west African country.

The two-storey building on a dusty street in Enugu's teeming Uwani district now stands deserted, shutters down.

Neighbours had long found something bizarre about the establishment, where there was virtually no activity during the day, they told AFP.

The doctor in charge, who is now on trial, reportedly lured teenagers with unwanted pregnancies by offering to help with abortion.

They would be locked up there until they gave birth, whereupon they would be forced to give up their babies for a token fee of around 20,000 naira (170 dollars, 135 euros).

The babies would then be sold to buyers for anything between 300,000 and 450,000 naira (2,500 and 3,800 dollars) each, according to a state agency fighting human trafficking in Nigeria, the National Agency for the Prohibition of Trafficking in Persons (NAPTIP).

But luck ran out for the gynaecologist, said to be in his 50s, when a woman to whom he had sold a day-old infant, was caught by Nigeria's Security and Civil Defence Service (NSCDS) while trying to smuggle the child to Lagos, the security agency said.

Statistics on the prevalence of baby breeding are hard to come by, but anti-trafficking campaigners say it is widespread and run by well-organised criminal syndicates.

"We believe the scope is much wider than we know," said Ijeoma Okoronkwo, head of NAPTIP.

"It has been happening over time, but we did not know. The first indication we had about this came in December 2006, when an NGO raised the alarm and told us babies were being exchanged for cash and that there were a number of hospitals involved," she told AFP.

The practice takes varying forms. One is where desperate teenagers with unplanned pregnancies, fearing ostracism by society, get lured to a clinic and are forced to turn over their babies.

The girls are so intimidated many can hardly relate their experience freely.

But one brave victim, an 18-year old, who asked not to be named for fear of reprisal, recounted her week-long ordeal when she was trapped inside one of the clinics days before it was raided by police.

"The moment I stepped in there, I was given an injection, I passed out and next thing I woke up and realised I had been raped," the girl, who was five months pregnant at the time of her ordeal, told AFP.

When she asked if she could telephone her family to let them know of her whereabouts, the doctor slapped her on the face.

She was shoved into a room where 19 other girls were kept; all had been through a similar experience. She said the doctor raped her again the following day. A week later police swooped on the clinic.

Another category of young women, driven by deep poverty, lease out their wombs and volunteer themselves, as regularly as is biologically possible, to produce babies for sale.

"When we raided the hospital, we found four women who had been staying at the clinic for up to three years, to breed babies," NSDCS boss for Enugu state commandant Desmond Agu told AFP.

The doctor, whom police named, "had been inviting boys to come and impregnate girls," said Agu.

This was just one of around a dozen centres -- masquerading as maternity clinics, foster homes, orphanages or shelters for homeless pregnant girls -- unearthed in recent months where babies were swapped for cash, said the NAPTITP boss.

Last month police swooped on a so-called foster home, not far from the Enugu police headquarters, where seven teenage pregnant girls and five workers were rounded up, residents said.

In 2005, a Lagos-based orphanage suspected of ties to child trafficking rings, was shut down. There, charred baby-bones were discovered on the rubbish tip, leading to suspicion the orphanage was involved in the peddling of human body parts, possibly for use in rituals or for organ harvesting.

In other cases observers say babies are purchased to be raised for child labour and sexual abuse or prostitution.

Trafficking in humans has become a lucrative trade.

Globally, it is estimated that billions of dollars exchange hands annually for payment of humans, according to the International Labour Organisation (ILO) and several UN agencies.

Witchcraft rituals also fuel baby trafficking, but experts say it is other motives that predominate, at least in this region of Nigeria.

Communities frown on children born out of wedlock and childlessness in marriage remains a curse for the woman.

"In the Igbo society, the price to remain childless is too high," said a clinical psychologist Peter Egbigbo.

"Childless people want to pay any amount for a child and doctors become rich overnight," he said, adding that those who are ready to adopt a baby would rather hide the fact that it is not their biological child.

Exchanging babies for cash is widespread in the region and in many cases locals do not see anything wrong in so doing.

"Many people don't even know what they are doing is criminal. They just think it's adoption -- you walk into a clinic, pay a fee and you have a baby," said Okoronkwo.

Buying or selling of babies is illegal in Nigeria and can carry a 14-year jail term.

It is estimated that globally hundreds of thousands of people are trafficked annually. UNICEF, the United Nations Children's Fund, estimates that at least 10 children are sold daily across Nigeria, where human trafficking is ranked the third most common crime after economic fraud and drug trafficking, according to UNESCO.

"There is so much profit in this business. There is so much to be made in trafficking and that is why it is thriving.

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