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 A young woman arrives at the Family Support Unit clutching her baby, her left eye swollen, her voice barely above a whisper. It isn’t the first time she’s been hit, but it is the first time she has dared to report it. If you’re going through the same thing, you know you can be like her, right? And speak up! It happened hours earlier on the outskirts of Freetown. Children sat quietly in a compound, too small to understand the raised voices that broke

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