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“I lived in the streets for more than eight years after my father chased me and my six siblings away from home. I used to sleep around Globe Cinema area together with other street boys.
As a street boy I used to do all manner of things from helping people park their vehicles to snatching and stealing side mirrors. One afternoon while lazing around Globe Cinema with ten of my fellow street boys we had gunshots. We rushed to the scene to find a butcher from Ngara area shot dead.
I was so high on all manner of things from glue, bang and kichuri (crack cocaine) that I never noticed the television camera rolling before me. I just heard the question that was shot at me: what happened. It’s my explanation in street parlance that…GO TO PAGE 2 TO CONTINUE READING>>>>
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