"Mmaugo, sir," she replied, still focusing seriously on her work without stopping or looking back at the White man, perhaps to finish it and rush out of the White man's office.
"Mmoo...ougo...o? (He mumbled). What does that mean, young lady?" The White man asked?
"Well, sir, it is our dialect. It is Igbo means of describing one's beauty. But literally, it means the beauty of an eagle," Mmaugo replied and was still focused on her work.
"Oh! What a beautiful name for a pulchritude lady. You are such an eagle of truth. The name befits you because you are such a dazzling beautiful girl. Indeed, your beauty is like that of an eagle," the White man said enticingly.
"Thank you, sir, for the compliment," Mmaugo replied, still not looking back at the White man or stopping her work.
"Do you have a boyfriend, young lady?" He asked.
"No, sir," Mmaugo replied.
"Why? Are you married or engaged?" He asked.
"No, sir. I am neither married nor engaged," she replied...
"You are such a radiating beautiful young girl. Your class does not belong here. If only you will give me the maximum chance, I will change your life and bring you to the standard and class you should be. Even, I can take you with me to Britain. Only allow me the chance and let me have a minute taste of your beautiful body and all the heaven's Paradise will be yours," the White man said as he approached her and his hands almost around her waist...