From that day forward, Nonso changed.
He funded a school for girls expelled due to teen pregnancy. He called it “Chidera’s House.”
“No girl should go through what you did,” he said, inviting me to visit.
The building is simple, but full of laughter. There’s a mural of a mother lifting her child to the sky.
Nonso sends me a monthly allowance. I never asked for it.
“It’s not charity, Lucia. It’s justice.”
I still live simply. I cook, sweep, and wash clothes. But I sleep better now.
