
02/09/2025
A True Daughter’s Ordeal Chiamaka was nineteen, brimming with the kind of hope only a first daughter carries. She had woken in Lagos at dawn, her small box neatly packed, her mother’s prayers still ringing in her ears. By 6 a.m., she was on the bus heading east. The ride was long — past Benin, through Asaba, then across the River Niger....
A True Daughter’s Ordeal Chiamaka was nineteen, brimming with the kind of hope only a first daughter carries. She had woken in Lagos at dawn, her small box neatly packed, her mother’s prayers still…