One Human Trafficking Story Too Many...
LUCKY, THE UNLUCKY ONE. A Trafficking Story Written By Moses A. Unongu My name is Lucky Omoregie. I am eighteen years of age and the last child in the family of four. My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Omoregie got divorced while I was still in my mother’s womb, so, I hardly know the man that calls himself my father. I was brought up single handedly by my mother who hardly talks about issues concerning my father. At some point, mum insinuated that dad might have died since he has not bothered to pay us a visit and at least see how I have grown to become. And honestly, I believed her. What on earth would make a man turn his back on his family for over seventeen years? A family with a mother so loving and caring, and four poverty stricken but promising children? It beats my imagination till this day. Mama Rebecca, as my mother is fondly called in our Uli community of Imo State, squeezed water out of stone to see us through school, though partially. Rebecca my...