No One Knows
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Ongoing1h 17m
Last published Sat, Feb 16, 2019
Jump rope, hop scotch, sleepovers, and Barbie dolls is usually what comes to mind when thinking of a young girl. Instead crack, heroine, rape, starvation, and beatings is what Selaah aka Sunni B, got growing up. Take this roller coaster ride with Selaah Wahili Azikiwi, as you flip through the pages of her life. Life is never easy and sometimes we learn that at a very young age. They say God want put more on you than you can bear... but what if that isn't the case ?
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