Lost Boy

“Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.”

 Stephen King

Typewriter

In the summer of 2010, I took a play to the Edinburgh Festival called Lost Boy. I co-wrote it with a colleague as I was passionate about telling the true story of a young man I know who was trafficked to London as a child from Nigeria and who experienced a childhood of domestic servitude and abuse. When he was no longer eligible for child benefit he was thrown onto the streets. A talented artist striving to get to university, he was threatened with deportation to a Nigeria he had no memory of unless he could prove he had lived in the country for 14 years or more. With no papers, how could he prove his identity?  Continue reading “Lost Boy”