MY MISERABLE LIFE ( BY MISS MGIDI )
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Ngegama I am Zanele Mbhele all the way from KZN . Judging the place i'm from you can tell I am Zulu . I live in the rurals with my Aunt , Uncle and their two girls . I dont know my parents , i heard that my dad abandoned me when I was 5 years and my mom died while giving birth to me . that's what I knew by then . I had a miserable life from the day I was born . things changed when I got kidnapped and forced to prostitution . crazy thing is I was sold by the people I live with . this is how it started .
by Miss N Mgidi .
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