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Pieces of my heart-Chapter 20

“Mr Nkomo, please. Please don’t call him” I begged. He probably thought I was just being the rebellious child that uncle Thabo painted me as. “Hello, Thabo?” he said on the phone. I screamed at the top of my voice…. Continue Reading →

Pieces of my heart-Chapter 19

I tried swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat. Really, I did not want to be in Zizo’s bad books. Those people were all I had, and I had to treat them with the utmost respect. I got… Continue Reading →

Pieces of my heart-Chapter 18

Zizo and Chukwudi left for work, like they said they would. After lazing around for a while, I decided to get up and find something to do. It was a very beautiful day. I smiled to myself, as the sun… Continue Reading →

Pieces of my heart- Chapter 17

Sleeping on a comfortable bed, after days of sleeping in great discomfort was enough to get me on relax mode. It was almost as if, I had little to no worry in the world. As a result, I took an… Continue Reading →

Pieces of my heart- Chapter 16

In the middle of the night, naked- that was the worst thing that I ever had to go through. I didn’t know which part to hide, whether to hide my breats or the pubic area. I was completely naked, with… Continue Reading →

Pieces of my heart- Chapter 15

Sis Meissie asked Phila to show me my room. Being the little servant that I was, I had a small room backyard allocated to me. It was a very small room, with a single bed and a small dressing table…. Continue Reading →

Pieces of my heart- Chapter 14

I involuntarily sat down, more like I threw myself on the bed. Phila was humming a happy song as she was browsing through a clothing cabinet. After what seemed like forever, she came to stand infront of me, carrying a… Continue Reading →

Pieces of my heart- Chapter 13

Moments after agreeing, I had an intense debate with my inner self. I could not bring myself up to sell my body for a living. I could not imagine myself, opening my legs all day everyday, for men to feast… Continue Reading →

Pieces of my heart- Chapter 12

Phila walked away, leaving me to enjoy my pity party. No matter how hard I tried to come up with plans and schemes, none of them seemed possible. I was 18 years old, I had no Identity Document, no money,… Continue Reading →

Pieces of my heart- Chapter 11

The next thing I knew, I was on some bed, in some room, somewhere. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. There was a desk and a chair, and a cabinet which I assumed was for keeping documents…. Continue Reading →

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