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Hands of Time
Hands of Time
Hands of Time
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Ntombenhle Nomfundo Msimango is from the rural township of KwaZulu-Natal called Nquthu.She wrote this book in 2015. it could've been published in 2016 but she let fear get to her. She started school in 2008 at Cassino Primary where she received 14 certificates as an outstanding student academically. She's currently furthering her education at Ubongumenzi Secondary School. She writes short stories and poetry, and Hands of Time is her first book.

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Release dateMay 13, 2019
ISBN9781393223047
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    Hands of Time - Ntombenhle Msimango

    The Night Terror

    I’m trapped in the middle of concrete walls, surrounded by darkness. It feels like standing in the middle of the greatest waves in the ocean, with my hands tied. I’m like a dry leaf in autumn.

    I am Ashleigh Peterson and this is my story.

    CHAPTER ONE

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    ’m thirty-two years old and I live in Scotland with my lovely husband and kids. I’m happy in my marriage but the incidents that took place in my life in South Africa still give me goosebumps.

    I grew up in South Africa. My parents were happily married and had one sublime daughter – which is me. They spoiled me rotten. I had a normal childhood and there was no craziness in my adolescence. The problem started after I graduated from Stellenbosch University with a degree in chemical engineering.

    I was a lady and a diva. You could tell through my walk. I used to walk like an eagle when it flaps its wings.

    Sadly, I was always craving attention. I felt like Dad didn’t care very much about me when I was growing up.

    One day, when I was having lunch at a restaurant, I saw this hunk of a

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