Stories

When we met Prince in 2014, he had already spent 32 years trapped in chronic addiction. For over a decade, he begged on the streets of Lagos to fund his habit, moving from place to place with no stability and no dignity left to protect. For years, he tried to get help, holding onto hope

Tolani was known on the streets as “Tolani Danger.” Come rain or shine, she slept wherever night found her, her body worn down by drugs and days without rest. There was no home to return to and no safe place to hide from the violence that surrounded her. Addiction ruled her life. Her turning point

At 18, I was desperate for money and a place to stay. A woman I met on the street told me about a “job opportunity” in a nearby city where I could earn good money quickly. She said all the girls she knew were making easy money and living comfortably. I trusted her, thinking it

I was born in a polygamous family and was well cared for until my mother fell ill and lost her business. My father stopped paying my school fees, calling my mother and myself a burden. So I left home for Lagos in search of a job so I could save some money and go to

At 16, my family no longer wanted to fund my education, so I dropped out of school. After a year, one of my friends introduced me to this guy who was helping girls find jobs abroad in Turin, Italy. She said that all the people he helped were making money and enjoying a better life.