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I love popular music, watching the soaps on TV, spending time with my mom and cooking. I have a problem with my left arm. It was shattered when I was seven years old. They wanted to amputate, but a doctor in South Africa saved the arm. Still, it is permanently crooked. I need to work to get enough money to afford a corrective operation. The scar tissue is ugly and very painful during the winter. It also prevents me from lifting heavy objects and doing strenuous work. Lifting and strenuous work are part of our culture. But life goes on. I am happy now. I have hope. I
want to work to pay my younger sister's school fees and buy her things
that I never had. I love my Mom so much; she works very hard. I want
to earn money to put another bedroom on her lovely house, and to have
indoor plumbing and a real bathroom. She deserves more than I can
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