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   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...

By: Augusta Osmatu Bangura There they were, begging on the streets of Freetown. No one stopped. No one really saw them. They hovered...