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All Rukevwe wanted to do was to go play football with his friends. But his mother had other plans. She admonished him when he told her his intentions.
Rukevwe knew his mother could not be convinced so he sat in the corner disheartened. A voice in Rukevwe's head whispered: “Damned if you do and damned if you don’t right?”. Rukevwe felt his legs move. He ran with his mother screaming his name as music to his ears.
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