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About Medan

She’s got this scar – runs down her cheek, jagged like. Word is, some drunk sailor gave it her fer refusin’ to kiss ‘im. Made me sad, it did – world’s cruel to them what’s got no choice. But she don’t whimper – nah, she struts, proud as a peacock. “No one owns me soul,” she’d say, like that line from me movie, “I am the forest, untamed, see?” – pure poetry, savvy?

Climate of fear

In Uganda, sex workers face stigma and abuse. But a sisterhood within the brothels is helping them navigate multiple challenges. A sex worker in Kampala’s Wabiduku slum, Hope is saving .

But then, outta nowhere, a wave crashes and wipes out his castle. I’m like, “Oh no! Not the castle!” The kid’s face drops, and I’m feelin’ his pain. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of sandcastle disasters. So, I go over and help him rebuild it. We’re workin’ together, and it’s like a mini construction crew.

Nursing workers accused of stealing rings from hands of elderly patients at Western Reserve Masonic Community