Over the past year research has confirmed the growth in the number of international migrants and also their contribution to both host and sending countries as captured in serving as the major workforce in the dirtiest, demeaning and grueling jobs in host nations and the contributors of optional finance in the form of remittances. However, it must be realized that even after all these some migrant’s rights have been violated.
The principle of non-discrimination as enshrined in key international human rights instruments ha s been able to guarantee migrant’s freedom from discrimination. In some countries migrants are not entitled to receive social security benefits on the same basis as nationals, migrants and their families continue to face denial of equal access to education and health services, which mean that there are some serious flaws in most international migrant right laws.
When migrants have their rights improved or enhanced it contributes proportionately to the development of migrants, their host countries and their sending countries.
To make the protection of rights of migrants enhance their contributions to development ,states in the process of deportation and expulsion of irregular migrants must consider deportation from the perspective that the migrant subject to deportation still has human rights. Experience has show that irregular migrants who have made it to some European countries were deported with access to their personal belongs or earning that have accrued from the legal jobs that they have undertaken. When these people are deported with having access to their personal belongs, they are left stranded and penniless and poorer when they arrive their country of origin.
Additionally, public educational institutions should be open to non-citizens and even the children of undocumented immigrants
The success of an agenda on the protection of migrant rights required the broad participation of all migrants, their communities, non-governmental organization and others working to protect and promote the migrants’ right.
For effective cooperation between countries on migrant protection, NGOs and CSO should be encouraged and challenged key states to ratify the International "Convention on the Protection of Rights of all Migrant Workers and Members of their Families" (ILO). As I understand it, this Convention was adopted in1990, but to date it still needs to be ratified by key states. There also the need for us to delve mush into this Convention and ask : Why is its ratification taking so long on the part of some key states? Are there weaknesses in the Convention or is it lack of political will / capacity to ratify? And once ratified, do countries truly implement provisions of the Convention into national law?
Looking at migrant rights from the human rights perspective and considering those who are most at risk of violation of human rights-irregular migrants, migrant’s women, youth migrant and migrant children calls for more action -the ratification and the implementation of the core human rights and labour rights treaties, in particular the Migrant Worker Convention to save these vulnerable groups.
Where some states practice interception on high seas and prevent the onward journey of migrants the responsibility of human rights consequence does not uniquely lie with the state in whose territory the interceptions takes place but also with states that sometime cooperatively authorize and finance this kind of interception,

The rights of undocumented migrants should be protected. Basic health insurance should be available to them. Acceptable working hours and their rights to vacation and leave should also be upheld. As most undocumented migrants are in the domestic sector, their contribution to domestic work should be recognized.

Destination countries should recognize their demand for labor. This would provide opportunities to migrants, better working conditions and better protection for them.

Feminization of migration should be addressed. Migrant women have specific vulnerabilities specially in countries and societies where women are marginalized and therefore, their rights should be protected. Their contribution to development should likewise be recognized.

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