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In memory of my son Mawabo (1988-09-07 to 2006-03-12)
I liked him a lot. He had seemed like a nice man. Unlike other boys who refused to, he danced with the fuller-figured girls. I was happy when he asked me to dance with him. We were both members of the youth club and danced ballroom and Latin American dance together
My neighbours picked me up and took me to their house. They cleaned up my fractured and painful body. They wanted to phone an ambulance, but his friends deterred them, as they feared he would be arrested. It was a week before I made it to a clinic, before returning home to my husband. I sp
📝Read the emotional article by @nokwe_mnomiya, with a personal plea: 🇿🇦Breaking the cycle of violence!https://t.co/6kPcu2Whwm pic.twitter.com/d60tsBqJwx
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