BY: Augusta Osmatu Bangura There was a boy, barely twelve, whose mornings began not with breakfast or toys but with the naked will to survive. When he was five, most of his peers were already in school, learning their letters and numbers, but he was not. His parents were alive, young, and seemingly able, yet for reasons he could never understand, they did not put him in school. Another woman, seeing his hunger to learn, took pity on him and enrolled him. But when he came to l

By: Augusta Osmatu Bangura The heart – the moment it stops, so does your life journey. Yet, all too often we neglect the wellbeing of...

By: Augusta Osmatu Bangura   Hi, it’s Agnes Waggay again. The last time I told you how I got married at 16 and was widowed at 32 after my...