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Josephine is a pretty girl who came from a humble background. “I grew up in the village, had my primary and secondary education in my village before I was taken to America, to Chicago precisely to be a house maid to a newly married Nigerian couple. The wife was a friend of my auntie, so when she told them about me, they sent for me. And I excitedly packed my stuff when I was told that my visa and ticket were ready. I believed life has started being rosy for me after suffering in the village with my wretched parents and siblings. I made promises to them that once life started being okay for me over there, that I would be the one God would use to wipe their tears. When Uncle Alfred came to pick me up from village, I had already packed and waited. Two days later, we arrived Lagos where we boarded a flight to America. That was my first time of coming to Lagos; also my first time of boarding a plane. I said to myself that God had actually come to me in the likeness of Uncle Alfred,” she giggled.