Category Archives: My partner

2015 Feb. 14: Our love life in progress

… from ZaVa series (2015/02/25) in Ulm, Germany.        

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2014 Oct. 10: “I tried to commit suicide…”

  I didn’t write this because I had nothing better to do. I didn’t write this because I want recognition. I wrote this because I’m embarking on a self-discovery journey. I want to share my experience with the hope that … Continue reading

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2013 Aug. 22: Am exactly where I’m supposed to be

by Amogelang Senokwane My name is Amogelang Precious Senokwane, the only daughter of the late Dimakatso Senokoane and Ralebese Ruiter. I was born on the 3rd March, 1987 at Hoopstad Hospital in Free State (FS). I was raised in Hertzogville … Continue reading

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