I cleaned his office for eight years; he never knew I was the mother of the boy he abandoned in high school

“Forgive me, son. I didn’t know how to save you.”

Five years passed. I moved to Lagos, looking for a new beginning. I got a job as a cleaner at G4 Holdings, a technology company on Victoria Island.

“Your uniform is brown, your schedule is at night.” “Don’t talk to the executives. Just clean,” the supervisor instructed me.

On the seventh floor was an office with gold handles and thick carpet.

The sign read: “Mr. Nonso Okoye, Managing Director.”