JUSTICE AND EQUITY STORY TITLE: TIMES IN MAMA’S HOUSE I grew up in Africa, in a small country full of corruption and chaos. Mama always advised me to live a perfect life, not to follow the political steps. Our Leaders treat us with hostility, killing our emotions not to know our rights and where we belong. Mama had always been my best friend, she fought for her right when the inlaws tried to take away her husband’s property, I saw feminism in her, and I saw a heroine fighting for her right. I wish papa was here to witness this act. I came back from school, with no food to eat, no water to drink, and the house was empty. I trekked down to look for mama but all effort was in vain. I asked myself “where on earth has she gone to” a few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. opening the door, hoping it was mama to my surprise I saw a man standing there, shaking his head in sadness, I didn’t understand, I asked him, “where is my mama?” He looked at me again and said ‘she’s gone I screamed!! I said, no, not possible. I ran outside, my life chattered, and I cried thinking about all memories she left behind. After the burial, I dust up and moved on. I faced life and life faced me, it wasn’t easy because of the bad economy, I hustled thinking of Mama’s advice and words. A woman picked me from the strict, I lived with her without knowing her mission. She woke me up at night, for us to go out for prostitution, but I declined. She kicked me out. I left that night. A man saw me and asked me, young girl, what are you doing here? I looked at him with a frown face. He respected himself and left. I was very hungry, had no money, no food, no work, I had no option but to steal bread, I was caught beaten up, wounds and my eyes were almost pulled out I cried for death, I wanted to die!! I cried I’m tired of this life No one came to my rescue Injustice everywhere is a threat to justice ⚖️ anywhere. I was abused, sexually, mentally, and emotionally. Life made me forget all the advice from Mama’s house and today am a street girl with no future. I believe you learned a lot from this. We shouldn’t take the laws into our hands Say no to jungle justice The world needs you and I to change and reform the system. Written by Itam James

JUSTICE AND EQUITY STORY TITLE: TIMES IN MAMA’S HOUSE I grew up in Africa, in a small country full of corruption and chaos. Mama always advised me to live a perfect life, not to follow the political steps. Our Leaders treat us with hostility, killing our emotions not to know our rights and where we belong. Mama had always been my best friend, she fought for her right when the inlaws tried to take away her husband’s property, I saw feminism in her, and I saw a heroine fighting for her right. I wish papa was here to witness this act. I came back from school, with no food to eat, no water to drink, and the house was empty. I trekked down to look for mama but all effort was in vain. I asked myself “where on earth has she gone to” a few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. opening the door, hoping it was mama to my surprise I saw a man standing there, shaking his head in sadness, I didn’t understand, I asked him, “where is my mama?” He looked at me again and said ‘she’s gone I screamed!! I said, no, not possible. I ran outside, my life chattered, and I cried thinking about all memories she left behind. After the burial, I dust up and moved on. I faced life and life faced me, it wasn’t easy because of the bad economy, I hustled thinking of Mama’s advice and words. A woman picked me from the strict, I lived with her without knowing her mission. She woke me up at night, for us to go out for prostitution, but I declined. She kicked me out. I left that night. A man saw me and asked me, young girl, what are you doing here? I looked at him with a frown face. He respected himself and left. I was very hungry, had no money, no food, no work, I had no option but to steal bread, I was caught beaten up, wounds and my eyes were almost pulled out I cried for death, I wanted to die!! I cried I’m tired of this life No one came to my rescue Injustice everywhere is a threat to justice ⚖️ anywhere. I was abused, sexually, mentally, and emotionally. Life made me forget all the advice from Mama’s house and today am a street girl with no future. I believe you learned a lot from this. We shouldn’t take the laws into our hands Say no to jungle justice The world needs you and I to change and reform the system. Written by Itam James