Drugs and sugar mummies

As I approached my home last Saturday, I saw her point in my direction, interrupting the discussion she was having with the gatekeeper. When I stepped out of my car, she came to me: “Do you have a few minutes? I need your help,” she yelled as she stretched her hand out to me. Having no time to exchange pleasantries, she explained everything. She was beat, her tears flowed endlessly and the pain inside could not be concealed from a blind person.

What happened thereafter forms part of our talk this week. I will also share with you my experience with Andrew. The two stories are real and are meant to shed light on what is happening around, which could also happen to you.