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Iv been watching her the whole night and I must say I was intrigued from the way she been carrying herself to the way that she cared about her friends. When she got up and dance. I lost my mind and I only saw her and her body moving to every beat. I stood there for awhile than checked the time to see that its now 2:30am and walked to my car going to my place. I got there and called Duma.
Duma: sho
Me: can you pull up the club records and follow the girl in a black dress at VIP 3 booth and find all that you need to find about her. Where she lives, her name and where she works.
Duma: okay. I hang up and got in the shower. Got out and wore my PJ pants and slept

Lulama
I got into the uber at 9am as it drove to the suburbs of Bryanston. I got to the white picket fence that has been my home for the past 7 years. I punched in the code and walked up to the house and knocked. Sis Martha opened the door for me and i got in.
Me: molo ma( morning)
Sis martha: molo nyana wamie, madam use kitchen( hy my child, madam is in the kitchen)
Me: thank you. I walked in and found Mrs Lewe in the kitchen making a sand which. Minute she saw me she smiled her most welcoming smile.
Mrs Lewe: Luuu. She walked around the table and hugged me.
Me: Hy Ma. She smiled cause she loved it when I called her mom. We walked to the lounge after she made my favourite milo with marshmallows and we sat there. She smiled at me her most welcoming smile and reminded me of the day she found me.
Mrs lewe: What wrong baby? She had the most confused eyes ever yet passionate. I swallowed hard as my throat got dry.
Me: I had a night mare yesterday. She sat closer and squeezed my hand knowing my history and my night mare episodes.
Mrs lewe: what caused it?
Me: I don't know. I wiped a tear from my eye.
Me: you know I hate feeling this weak.
Mrs lewe: give it time baby. She brushed my thigh.
Me: its been 7 years Ma, 7 long hard years. If it wasn't for you ill be dead. I wiped my eyes as I remember the day like yesterday. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵.
𝘮𝘦: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘬𝘩𝘢
𝘩𝘪𝘮: 𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘰( 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴) 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘶. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘮𝘦: 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘬𝘢
𝘩𝘪𝘮: 𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘫𝘦 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬( 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮? 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬) 𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘵. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.
𝘩𝘪𝘮: 𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘭𝘦( 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?)
𝘮𝘦: 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 . 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘷𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦.
𝘩𝘪𝘮: 𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳.
𝘩𝘪𝘮: 𝘶𝘻𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘰 𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘺𝘦𝘻𝘸𝘢 𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘣𝘦( 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩) 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘤𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦.
𝘩𝘪𝘮: 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵
𝘮𝘦: 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦
𝘩𝘪𝘮: 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 4 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘳a𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱.
I wiped my tears as I remembered that week. The most awful week of my life. If it wasn't for mrs Lewe i would be dead right now.....