My first sister wife Mummy

I wanted to take some time to remember my first sister wife, well she was the one I had chosen for my husband, but I ran her away.  Her name is Mummy, I wish things would have went a different way in her life.  She is a young beautiful African woman whom I had the pleasure of meeting.  I now shed a tear for her and worry for her all at the same time. You see Mummy is the oldest in her family and she took on the role as the provider for them all.  Today's Accra Ghana is in a state of turmoil and distress.  There is no money and the country is being ran by people who are corrupted and does not have the welfare of the people in their mind.  So you see, Mummy set out to Kuwait, where there were promises of a job opportunity that would be beneficial to her and her family.  Once she landed in this country, they seized her passport and has been forced to work under slave wages.  If she run they will kill her.  They have explained to her that if she can get a plane ticket she can go.  I want so badly to get her out of there but is not for certain they are telling her the truth.  I feel a close kinship towards enslaved people, for my ancestors endured this treatment for decades.  I can honestly say I can relate to my sister who is locked away and treated as if she is forgotten.  She is someone child, she is someone friend she is someone who is missed and she is of the human kind.  What on earth give people the right to think that they can take some one's life and do as they please.  I will fight for justice while in the process of learning it all.  I have not forgotten my first sister wife Mummy.