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I trusted her with every­thing and we shared every­thing as best friends, un­til the day she de­cided to turn into some­thing I still can­not de­scribe be­cause of R10. I used to talk about it and most peo­ple did not be­lieve me. I am grate­ful for the op­por­tu­nity that the mag­a­zine has given me to share with the read­ers in the world as I be­lieve that it will be peace­ful to talk about it not to make some­one else to be­lieve me, but to make peace with the past so that I can move on with my life. Hav­ing a best friend who you even con­sider as your sib­ling is great, but once they change, it is re­ally dif­fi­cult. We used to lend each other’s clothes. One day, we de­cided to go to town and got in to a store where we saw beau­ti­ful ear­rings. I had no enough money, but she landed me R10 so that I could also buy a pair just like her.

We went home with big smiles on our faces and every­thing was per­fect. It was on a Sun­day when she came to my place whilst I was busy get­ting ready for church and asked for her R10. I did not have a cent on me and asked her if I could give when my mom was home. She was okay with it and did not seem to be up­set and just went in the house. Af­ter few sec­onds, she came out with a bowl with hot wa­ter mixed with salt and poured it on me. I had an um­brella to cover my face be­cause she was aim­ing for the face. I was re­ally shocked and wished some­one could just tell me that it was just a dream. To­day I am still pained by the in­ci­dent as I thought that was the end of my life. This has been tor­tur­ing me day and night with­out some­one to talk to. It is now 5 years since it has hap­pened. I was taken to Letaba Hospi­tal on the same day and one doc­tor was re­ally nasty and ar­ro­gant. He said that he could not help us with­out pro­duc­ing a let­ter from the po­lice sta­tion be­cause he was not there when we snatched each other’s boyfriends. I cried so hard just ly­ing on the floor des­per­ately seek­ing help. My mom stopped me from cry­ing and just told me that every­thing was go­ing to be okay.

Af­ter every­thing, the whole thing, that was when I ac­tu­ally re­alised that a mother’s love is re­ally im­por­tant more than any­thing. I could have not been as good as I am to­day if it was not for my mother’s sup­port. One mer­ci­ful Doc­tor came to my res­cue. I was kept in the hospi­tal for a night and the fol­low­ing day I was dis­charged. It was quite sad that none of the peo­ple I thought were my friends never came to check up on me. I could not do any­thing and I was for­tu­nate to have some­one who al­ways looked af­ter me. Ev­ery times I went to the clinic, the nurses were re­ally nasty to­wards me. Peo­ple al­ways gos­siped about me, spread­ing ru­mours that I snatched my friend’s boyfriend. My mother de­cided to use her last money to get me med­i­ca­tion so that I could not go to the clinic any­more be­cause I was not treated well. I did a lot of things that I be­lieved could help me com­mit sui­cide. I taken over­dose, drank spirit etc.

My mother and aunt were al­ways there, but none of them knew what I was try­ing to do when I was alone. Even though it is a painful past, I am at ease and happy that I man­aged to live with it. I am liv­ing a happy life and now that I have shared this with the world, I trust that some­one out there will be in­spired to speak out what­ever that has im­pacted their lives both neg­a­tively and pos­i­tively.

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