One Christmas Eve in 2011,I already made stew before going to make my hair, got back around 7pm to boil rice, my brother likes fried stew, as i was about to add water to the stew to warm it, he entered and told me not to, she sha started dragging pot of stew and you know the rest https://twitter.com/wendya__/status/1250498837078331392

My father beat us like armed robbers that day
That day I vowed that I’ll never let him beat me again

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