Nelisiwe's aunt became her legal guardian after her mother passed away. She grew up in a loving environment and was well taken care of. However, when she started high school, she fell in with the wrong crowd who introduced her to smoking dagga and skipping classes. From that point on, everything went downhill.
I felt rejected and alone. It all started when my parents separated. I had to live with my father and his family. I felt mistreated and ignored because my father only had eyes for his new partner and never took my side in any disagreement. His family mistreated me. As a result, I developed anger and grudges towards my entire family, especially my father.
My father passed away when I was a teenager. Since he was the breadwinner, everything changed at home. Things became very difficult. I would go to school hungry and have nothing to eat when I got home. That situation pushed me to make friends with the wrong crowd. They introduced me to smoking and stealing to support our addictions.
The pain of losing his parents led James down a path of addiction. By the age of 10, he was already drinking alcohol and smoking dagga. He spent most of his time partying until he eventually dropped out of school
The problem started when my older brother physically harmed us to the point where we had to involve the police. He often got into conflicts with my mother, even claiming the family house as his own.