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Growing up in a railway town is not easy.Growing up in a conservative Afrikaner community during Apartheid was even more challenging.If you are subordinate,obedient and sweet enough to follow the ringleaders directives and play your inherited stereotype life then everything was ok. An predicament was forced on me because of the sheer fact that i had a disease.The diseases name was called free thinking and creativity.Life as I knew it during my childhood was of alienation,discorded family relationship and general conflicts of a system that hated my claim for freedom.