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My Smile Just Died…

My story began in 1983. I was the child of a single dad. My father was an extremely talented man, a pianist who had turned that into his profession. We were spending a few days a one of his friends...
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My anger gave me the courage…

There have been numerous occasions when I was touched inappropriately when going to school even as a child. I was groped by a passerby going on a bicycle at the age of 13.I felt this embarrassing...
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His eager face…

We were young, us cousins. I was the youngest of the girls. I remember this uncle who used to live in one of the outhouses. I remember that eager look on his face when he asked us to sit on his lap....
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I so vividly remember…

I was waiting on the compound pavement near our building for the school bus, sitting down as my school bag felt as heavy as a labourer’s cement bag. My water bottle sling hanging sideways. That’s...
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Survivor to Saviour…

I was in my first-year of college when mother Teresa passed away. I was so influenced by her life and work, that I decided to join her missionaries of charity and dedicate my life to serving others....
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Sport to Livelihood

Sport to Livelihood Empowering Mothers Rewrite Their Stories Sunita's journey is a story of resilience and triumph over gender-based violence. Despite facing severe domestic violence at the hands of...
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