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PROLOGUE
“Madam,I go take that one for there”,the man said pointing in my direction. “e be like say she saba the thing wella”.
Aunty Iyabo smiled at the man’s statement
“Sure na,na she be the hottest chick for here”,she replied giving me a familiar look.
I stood on the line with the other girls with a blank expression on my face.This was the life I was living, the life mama had chosen for me.My mother had forced me into prostitution at a very tender age.It all started when I was twelve years old, my father had deserted us one cold morning. He left without a goodbye, my poor old father committed suicide. I guessed he couldn’t take it anymore, mama never gave him a breathing space. She was always nagging and fuming.
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A more than wonderful story, it was a happy and touching ending, really well done.
This is not a wonderful story, this is a sad story widad Akram .
It is truly a sad and poignant story, which can be made into a movie about the suffering of a certain group of girls who are forced exclusively into prostitution at the age of flowers, and how the hero forgives the victim and makes her regain her life.
Having tears in my eyes.. how can a mother involve in ruining her own daughter’s life
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A more than wonderful story, it was a happy and touching ending, really well done.
This is not a wonderful story, this is a sad story widad Akram .
It is truly a sad and poignant story, which can be made into a movie about the suffering of a certain group of girls who are forced exclusively into prostitution at the age of flowers, and how the hero forgives the victim and makes her regain her life.
Having tears in my eyes.. how can a mother involve in ruining her own daughter’s life