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	<title>secret memoir | harryking | Favorites</title>
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				<title>rich posted an update: My Nigerian friend sent this to our group chat. Lemme [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/875/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 07:26:07 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My Nigerian friend sent this to our group chat. Lemme know your thoughts.</p>
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<p>  So, my mom threw this big family party for my dad&#8217;s 50th birthday last weekend. Everyone<br />
was there. cousins, uncles, the whole crew. It was going okay until my aunt, who&#8217;s always<br />
been a little dramatic, decided to &#8216;propose a toast.&#8221;.<br />
She got up, clinking her glass,&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Lynne posted an update: You know that saying, ‘Friends are the family you [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/871/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 07:21:21 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know that saying, ‘Friends are the family you choose’? Well, I chose wrong. My best<br />
friend and I have been inseparable for ten years. We’ve been through everything together.<br />
She’s the one person I thought I could always trust.<br />
But last week, I found out she was dating my ex. Not just any ex… the one who cheated on<br />
me, broke my heart,&hellip;</p>
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				<title>akyere posted an update: My sister’s getting married in two months, right? And [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/866/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 07:08:21 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My sister’s getting married in two months, right? And I’ve been her go-to for everything…<br />
dress shopping, vendors and co. She keeps saying how much she appreciates me and how<br />
I’m the ‘only person she can truly trust.’ Sweet, right?<br />
Well, yesterday, I was scrolling through her Pinterest boards to get ideas for her bachelorette<br />
party&hellip;</p>
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				<title>jaden posted an update: We had a deal… no strings attached. That was the whole [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/861/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 06:43:47 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had a deal… no strings attached. That was the whole point with Afia. Just fun, no<br />
drama, no expectations. It worked for months. She’d call, I’d show up, and we’d<br />
leave it at that.<br />
Then I met Ama. She wasn’t like Afia. She’s soft, caring, the kind of girl you want to<br />
bring home to your family. So, when things got serious with Ama, I&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Ada posted an update: My best friend and I have been close since senior [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/856/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 06:29:18 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My best friend and I have been close since senior high school. She’s the kind of person who<br />
knows all my secrets, including the fact that I’ve been saving up to move out and start fresh<br />
in Takoradi. It’s been my dream for years, and she’s always hyped me up about it.<br />
Well, last week, she casually dropped into conversation that she’s moving&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Nun posted an update: I hit rock bottom one night, lying on the cold, hard [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/854/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 09:04:42 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hit rock bottom one night, lying on the cold, hard ground, realizing how precious life is and how much I was wasting it. That moment was a wake-up call, a turning point. I&#8217;m ready to face my demons and heal from all the pain. I&#8217;m reaching out for help before my life goes down the drain. So here I am, with open arms, confessing my struggles&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Pun posted an update: I come from a family of drinkers; it's all I've [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/853/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 08:59:13 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I come from a family of drinkers; it&#8217;s all I&#8217;ve ever known. Alcohol has been a constant presence in my life, shaping my actions and decisions. But now, I see the damage it&#8217;s done, the pain it&#8217;s caused. I&#8217;ve hurt the ones I love with my words, my actions, and my drunkenness. The guilt weighs heavily on my heart, and I can&#8217;t bear the thought&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-853"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/853/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>Munirq posted an update:  I thought I had it under control, just a few drinks [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/852/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 08:53:32 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> I thought I had it under control, just a few drinks to unwind after a long day. But now, I can&#8217;t go a single day without it. My hands shake, my thoughts are scattered, and the bottle has become my constant companion. My friends see me laughing, having fun, but they don&#8217;t understand the turmoil inside. Deep within, I&#8217;m screaming for help,&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Oliv posted an update: 
I used to be a social drinker, enjoying a drink or two [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/851/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 08:27:17 +0000</pubDate>

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I used to be a social drinker, enjoying a drink or two with friends. But somewhere along the line, I lost control. Now, I drink alone, hidden in the shadows, until my body can&#8217;t take it anymore. I&#8217;ve been to rehab, tried to break free, but I always fall back into the same trap. The fear of losing my life to this addiction haunts me every day.&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-851"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/851/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>ANNA_IN_HIDING posted an update: This guy and I had been chatting on Instagram for weeks. [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/850/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 19:11:10 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This guy and I had been chatting on Instagram for weeks. He was sweet, always hyping me up in my DMs, and seemed like the kind of guy who’d take you seriously. One evening, he invited me over to his place in Labone, saying he wanted to cook for me. I was impressed cuz most guys would just suggest takeout. <span>When I got there, the dinner was&hellip;</span></p>
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				<title>Pokuaa posted an update: Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/849/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 13:34:59 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. She’s a devout Christian and insists that everyone in the house goes to service. The thing is, I haven’t actually been to church in months. Instead, I use that time to hang out with friends at East Legon. We drink, eat, and talk until it’s time to go home.</p>
<p>When I get back, I always&hellip;</p>
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				<title>CINDYKAY posted an update: There’s this guy on campus who’s practically a [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/848/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 09:53:58 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There’s this guy on campus who’s practically a celebrity. He’s tall, good looking, and always hanging out at the basketball court. Every time I pass by, I can’t help but notice how all the girls fawn over him. During hall week, there was a bonfire night, and I spotted him in the crowd. For the first time, he wasn’t surrounded by people, so I&hellip;</p>
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				<title>StoryTeller87 posted an update: @There’s something unequivocally difficult about mourning [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/847/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2025 21:48:09 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@There’s something unequivocally difficult about mourning the loss of a parent that’s still alive. It’s a foreign and restless void that never really receives the closure it needs. It’s a constant and resonating voice in the back of your mind that tells you you’re different. Your family is different. It tells you you’re not good enough and&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Luni posted an update: 
I wake up with a pounding head, knowing I drank too [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/844/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2025 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate>

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I wake up with a pounding head, knowing I drank too much again. Another promise broken, another morning of regret. I told myself I&#8217;d quit, but alcohol has become my only friend. It&#8217;s a friend that has cost me everything—my job, my family, my home. I&#8217;ve watched my life unravel, piece by piece, because of my addiction. But here I am, standing at&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-844"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/844/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>Fi posted an update: In 24 hours, my dad is going to share the news of his [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/843/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jan 2025 19:22:17 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In 24 hours, my dad is going to share the news of his new wife and introduce us to his kids. In less than 24 hours, he is going to manage to destroy us without even trying. Well, I guess he did try. He doesn&#8217;t realise we already know of his &#8220;other family&#8221; and that this new wife has been in his life since we were little kids. </p>
<p>He doesn&#8217;t realize&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Kofi posted an update: My name is Emmanuel, and I'm a 25-year-old graduate [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/841/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 23:20:05 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My name is Emmanuel, and I&#8217;m a 25-year-old graduate from UESD, Somanya. I&#8217;m currently living the Accra. Growing up, I was always an excellent student and a bit of a loner. But when I got to university, everything changed.<br />
<br />
I was introduced to a new world of freedom and experimentation. At first, it was just about having fun and trying new&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-841"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/841/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>Mina posted an update: My man and I were very close. Some people thought we [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/838/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 22:33:03 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My man and I were very close. Some people thought we were brother and sister because people claim we look alike. you know when you walk with someone for too long sometimes you unconsciously copy certain mannerisms and might be to look alike. We were cool, until I got a job offer in another country and distance stood between us.</p>
<p>At first, we made&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Abigail posted an update: Hm. I don’t even know how it happened. One minute, he was [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/836/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 22:22:25 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hm. I don’t even know how it happened. One minute, he was my best friend, the person I could complain to about anything like lecturers, life, you name it and the next, he was the only thing I could think about. Ei? </p>
<p>We were walking back from class, laughing about how our lecturer thought he was some kind of stand-up comedian. He nudged me with&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Favour posted an update: My husband and I have been married for 2yrs now. We [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/834/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 21:45:09 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My husband and I have been married for 2yrs now. We dated for 2yrs before we finally got married.<br />
We developed what we call a tradition for the family where we eat at Starbite restaurant at East Legon every Sunday evening. This was just to release burdens and have a taste of food outside.<br />
My husband has been very caring, providing me&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-834"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/834/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>Luni posted an update: HIV brought me to my lowest point, but I refused to let [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/832/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 16:16:14 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>HIV brought me to my lowest point, but I refused to let it define me. I&#8217;ve learned to coexist with this disease, finding strength I never knew I had. The hardships are real, but they won’t break me. I stand tall, sharing my story with pride. The journey has been long and challenging, filled with moments of doubt and despair. Accepting how I&hellip;</p>
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