LOVING HIM

chapter 1

our upbringing shapes the kind of human being we become,i am an African average girl who wanted to be  loved and love.

my name Maya Jayden Nkosi,as my name suggests i am from zimbabwe specifically.it isnt the best place to grow up but well we allcant choose our parents.i am the first daughter to my mother and the first born to my father,i was raised by my father.

most africans think that theres no such as emotobal and phychological trauma to a child,thats what my parents thought.they always fought even when i was seven years old.i grew up quickly fatser than i shouldve,my father cheated on my mother.mom did the same,in the end they fought constantly which would end in fights.i mean real fights mom is taller than dad so dad was always at a disadvantage i mean ever single time.

some would say mom was abusive towards dad i thought so too,i was forced to defend my dad againts my mother.once she poured boiling water on him.dad had stoped seeing the other woman but it wasnt enough for mom as she put my dad in the hospital.

when they separated thats when shit hit the fan,mom threwewme out of the house as she put i looked to much lke my dad.i mean come on i was eleven at the time,shit became real for me.i used to feel pity for them street kids i became one of them with both parents alive just to ignorant to look after me.

still in primary school,i stayed in the streets still going to school .i knew i needed an education,during the night i hustled and begged for money.

it wasnt that bad,i made friends Fingers ,Nails and hammer.they helped me adjust to the new life. "B wassup girl,how was school" Nails the only one who actually supported me going to school asked. "the usual ,learned things id already read up on nothing new there"Hammer came to our spot as i talked with Nails." ÿou know your just waisting your time,just find something to hustle and make money" "ï make money jeez i just want to have a quaalification  so i can stop hustling,besides in the situation were not making any money.going to SA would be better man at least there we would be making real money not like here"

ï know youve been saying that since you got here and its been three years since we met you,you finish your schooling then we will go.besides we can hitch hike in december its easier its only a couple of months left be patient"fingers interjected .

"i guess you right,then we go .we can hustle there,its dangerous its better than being here though."

fingers is the oldestof us all hes nineteen ,a tall simple smart guy .we street rats but you cant tell we bathe although some people wont believe that.hes got tattoos on his body,we not street rats as such we hustle fingers picks pockets thats were his name comes from.he could rob you blind he is that good,he even taught me how to pick pocket im even better than him.i taught my self to unlock locks,i can crack a safe in seconds.hacking is a play ground for me,hammer is the muscle .hes so big and strong youd swear hes on steriod or somethings yet hes just seventeen,he exercises a lot.nails is the brains of the gang,i also help him but not that much.

as for me im now going on sixteenive got curves to die for,the constant exercise with hammer has my body fit and firm.i dress like one of the boys,we rent a room the four of us.its what we can afford,weve moved from the street by stealing.ive never told anyone my past even the guys,yes ive slept with the guys.we were high and thats how i lost my innocents,we cool with it.

please share my book,some of the things here are true,i thought i should write it.please leave all your thoughts ,anything constructive will be taken into consideration.next update tomorrow night,im so excited about this book.

this is my property please dont steal LISANDRAE DAVIDS