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My name is Ruth, a 35-year-old and I am a business woman. When I finally built my house after years of hustling, I thought I had made it. It was a modest but beautiful bungalow on a small plot I bought with my own savings. It had taken me years of selling clothes in Gikomba market, saving every coin, sleeping hungry some nights just to see this dream come true.
But instead of joy, I was welcomed with gossip, envy, and full-blown sabotage from my own neighbors.
It started small, funny looks, whispered conversations when I walked by. I ignored it. But then came the noise. Every night, the neighbor on the right would blast loud music until 3 a.m., then laugh when I came to ask for peace. On the left, the woman began throwing trash near my gate. One time, I found broken bottles and strange feathers near my compound…CONTINUE READING here
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