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/ 27 November 2006

‘Who are you to tell me who I am?’

On March 7 2004, when I was 17 years old, I started hating all men. It took one man to make me hate all men. I hated him so much. The only thing I could think of was killing him. On that night I made a promise to myself that I’d never associate myself with any other man. I blamed myself. The thought of him on top of me, unable to defend myself made facing tomorrow impossible, writes Kebarileng Sebetoane.