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EIGHT-Daddy's Good Girl
I was 18 when I witnessed my first crime.
Oh! It's nothing. Just saw a boy hit his friend with an hammer and made a run for it. I had called the police immediately and watched the boy get arrested somewhere along the other streets and it felt good to be called a ‘first class’ citizen for reporting a crime. I think that was when it all started. From then on, I wanted nothing but to report and reveal crimes.
And report them I did. For years , I have researched , worked and written about the gravest sins in my country and I felt good doing it. I have seen worse crimes, met with dangerous criminals unknowingly in the course of my job and joined the police in their investigations. I even made a few friends with the detectives. I'm telling you I didn’t win the best article of the year for nothing!
So why?
I found myself asking.
Why were my hands shaking? Why di
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