Nigeria, April 3 -- In recognition of being amongst creatives, I would like to start with a short story.

"The room is about three paces long and two wide: a mere broom closet or disused tool room. In the dark room, a young girl sits naked. She looks about ten but actually is nearly eighteen. The door is locked, and nobody will come. The door is always locked, and nobody ever comes, except that sometimes - she no longer has a concept of time or interval - sometimes the door rattles terribly and opens, and a person, or several people, are there. No one comes in, but they peer. Sometimes someone will poke at her, hit her with the end of a long stick.

The food bowl and the water jug are hastily filled, the door is locked, the eyes disappear...