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I am hungry and freezing. I did not think that it would be this cold at night. Turns out that the Mombasa heat is not transferred to he night. I had run away as soon as I came home from school. Thank God I did nor meet anyone I knew. I don’t think I would have lied anymore. I have always been Miss Do-it-right. But I could not take the humiliation anymore.She called me a liar and slapped me when I told her what uncle Peter had done to me,but maybe it was just my imagination.

Zipporah Muli, Write with Amka

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This entry was posted on January 5, 2016 by in Writer's Blog.
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