“Years ago, I was a broken woman with hollow eyes, selling myself to survive. Today, by God’s love, I walk the same streets with dignity. This is not a story of defeat, but of a Saviour who rescues the lost and heals the broken. If you’re facing pain, addiction, or abandonment, there is hope. There is a way out.

At 19, I fled to Cape Town with nothing. I quickly learnt that a girl like me had only one thing to offer: her body. I traded myself for food, shelter, and safety. The police didn’t rescue us; they often exploited us. The older women taught me to survive: “Smile when you must. Drink to forget.” Drugs dulled my pain, while alcohol numbed my shame…’

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