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And She Did.

“Mum! Mum! I’m back! It was absolutely amazing! There were lots of people from my old school! Can you believe it? ...
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Before My Turkish Delight…way before.

Hugo’s was packed to the rafters. I don’t really care for bars; restaurants are more my thing but Beth and Lizzie swore ...
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Before My Turkish Delight…way, way, way before

I hate blind dates Beth and Lizzie don’t. Imagine having two best friends named Elizabeth. You don’t want to know the ki...
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Fat, Little Sh**!!!

I don’t swear. Ever. I don’t use swear words, four-letter words or expletives. I don’t even think them. The foulest word...
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Fatima Priscilla Gana (1971 – 2014)

I remember that day so clearly. We were in Form 3...
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Flashing Lights And A Bottle of Schnapps.

The blows started a week after Kaka’s second bride-price was paid. Everyone called her Kaka, short for carpenter, even t...
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