Monica Laba's face has misery written all over it. Her eyes yearning for sight. Her face lumpy, with the skin burnt as if she survived an inferno, hence her daily bitterness, anger and frustration. She resides at Blue Town location in Francistown. Inhabitants of this place are mainly in the low-income bracket. Shacks, built from loose materials of planks, cardboard boxers and corrugated iron sheets are a common sight here. Meandering through a few yards located just next to the Francistown Stadium, would lead one to Laba's place.
Her residence is surprisingly immaculately kept, with herself stashed indoors. Several knocks at the door would later earn a response of a slow muffled voice, "I am coming." She would then emerge, her hands reaching out to make there are no obstacles in the way. A young woman, who resembles her, clears the way for Laba. She positions a chair for her to face the unexpected visitor. Her face kept down mostly, she is too inquisitive to establish the visitor's identity.
