I was very discouraged from my trip to Dakar. I showed everyone I met the photo but no one seemed to know who she was or where she was. After two unfruitful weeks, I returned to Paris. I kept the photo in my wallet. I’m not sure why I did that. I looked at it… Read More The Search For Nata
Dalil had just finished making dinner plans with Nasira when his secretary, Lesedi walked into his office. “I have a big favor to ask you,” she said. “What is it?” he asked, frowning. “My niece is out of a job and a place to live. She called me this morning and I told her that… Read More Dalil Helps
She sat there, huddled in a corner of her room, hugging her Teddy, tears rolling down her cheeks. It was no use covering her ears. She could still hear the blows and her mother’s screams. Why did Daddy have to drink? Whenever he did, he hurt Mommy. Why didn’t someone stop Daddy from hurting Mommy? … Read More It Hurts
Ours isn’t your typical love story. I was a victim of human sex trafficking and he’s an FBI agent. My name is Mia and I’m 28 years old. I was 18 when I ran away from home. I was having problems with my mother who always made me feel like I was no good and… Read More Mia’s Story
Notes to Women 