Rosie's Diary

Aunty Florence’s house was a nice place. It was a very quiet and peaceful neighbourhood. There were no crowded houses like the many I’d seen on our way to the …

I was still looking around, taking in the tough and dirty looking young boys that littered the place. There were young girls too, everywhere, selling stuff and playing around with …

Finally, we were ready to leave the following morning. And it was going to be very early. I could scarcely sleep that night. Sleep totally eluded me. There was a …

I adjusted myself on the seat, like one waiting to hear information that could make or mar her life. Well, in a way, what I was about to her could …

It was best I leave the village for Lagos. But I was not anything near as excited as mother was. In fact, if truth be told, I was not happy …

I didn’t know when I said it. The same Lagos that I didn’t want to go. But I had no choice. The shame, the trauma, the pain, they were all …

Aunty Florence was dazed. She was apparently shocked I could speak with such wisdom beyond my years. Truth is, she barely knew me. She barely spoke to me. To her, …

I merely walked around the small house like a zombie. Aunty Florence’s friend tried to be nice to me a few times. She called me and spoke to me. But …

I almost passed out. I didn’t expect that the lady would make such a stupid offer of assistance to mother. Left to her, she was simply doing my mother a …

I know Aunty Florence. She rarely liked to upset my mother. She never liked seeing her disturbed or unhappy. She was always looking out for my mother. But this was …