Someone sent a clip to me recently. The video was of a man who had a son, an only son whom he loved very much. The man and his son were very close, extremely close and spent all their free… Continue Reading →
I was born a “good” girl. And I remained one save for the lies and occasional stealing from mummy’s pot or purse as the event called for it. Sometimes I still wonder why I bothered with some of the lies… Continue Reading →
I met my true love when I was in secondary school, at fourteen. Although I knew about him and even professed to love him before then, I also knew I couldn’t possibly have been genuinely in love with him because… Continue Reading →
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