Cheryl Zondi is a living example of how powerful a woman can become.
I nervously make my way up the pearly-white staircase, naïve and not knowing what awaits me on the other side of the mysterious portal at the end of it.
I place my right hand on the golden knob and take a long, deep breath before I gather the courage to turn it, clockwise, and open the portal. I enter, left foot first, and it immediately feels as though I have walked into another dimension–a sinister one.
This room is so poorly lit.
“Lock the door,”his domineering voice instructs me.
I do as I am told without hesitation.
“Come here,” he says in a slightly friendlier tone.
I follow his voice and it leads me to a ponderous figure centred on a big, white bed with a dim lamp that gives the place a weak, reddish hue. It’s him. It’s daddy.
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