20/12/2025
He was only 18.
Seven months after our son traveled to Latvia to study Electrical Engineering, he began telling us about the racism he was experiencing. He said he was being targeted and treated badly. As parents, we encouraged him to complete his exams and return home so we could reassess everything together.
Then one day, we received a deeply disturbing voice note from him.
He told us that some classmates had approached him, saying they disagreed with how others were treating him and wanted to be friends. They exchanged phone numbers, and later, these same classmates came to visit him at his place. During the visit, they offered him a drink.
After drinking it, he began to feel seriously unwell.
He rushed himself to the hospital, where doctors told him he had been poisoned. Thankfully, he was treated and discharged. Before leaving the hospital, he shared with his mother the names of the individuals who had given him the drink.
Given the seriousness of what had happened, we immediately booked a flight for him to return home the following week.
But a few days later, everything changed.
Our calls stopped going through. He no longer answered his phone. We were terrified.
Then one day, someone finally picked up.
It was a police officer.
That was when we heard the words no parent should ever hear: our son was dead.
I flew to Latvia immediately.
When I saw his body, it was covered in bruises.
Yet we were told he had jumped from the top floor.
This explanation does not add up. We do not believe this story.
This is the true story of Nana Agyei — a young man whose life was cut short, and a mother who is now seeking justice.
