Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight

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There is nothing that evokes fear more than a fire because all of us have been burnt at some point. It hurts and we know what it does so when someone cries fire we know what we are on about. It is not child’s play and normally

Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven

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I don’t know if you have noticed by now that I never talk about my father. He is a hard tradition and stubborn man. He has no compromise in his beliefs and between us we have a hectic clash of ideologies. He believes in

Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six

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There is this misconception perpetuated in society that a baby mama is the scariest thing that can haunt a man after a relationship gone south. I beg to differ, an ex wife is scarier because she does that whole ‘last kick of

Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Four

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I think I shocked her beyond measure. I shocked me to be honest because she did look that hot but I was not going to be seduced by her again. That’s like the ANC asking Julius to come back! Come on now! Lessons learnt!

Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Three

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My first instinct was hell no I was not going to that funeral. Was he mad? Who pays damages for a dead person carrying a child that he is not even sure how he came to being. This was extortion. I am from East London and I am

Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two

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At times it feels like you are being punished for something because things simply refuse to go right for you. That was me right now. Why could I not catch a break. They say you make your own luck and I was trying but failing.

Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

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Andre was our in house investigator at the firm. With law you deal with a lot of unscrupulous people and Andre was that buffer between them and us. He was really good at his job and I am certain when the bosses sent him it was

Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

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What are the chances of a husband and wife sitting at the breakfast table and one says “I want a divorce” and the other says “Okay, let’s do it!” those chances are slim to none. First comes the tears then the anger then the

Memoirs – Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen

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Is it not always the case that usually when you are with someone you feel like you will never find someone more beautiful, more charming or more loving. Falling in love with a person often means you feel like if you lose them you will never be able to replace them. That’s the fear we […]