My name is Kemet Jones, and I’m thirty-two years old. If anyone had asked me what my life was like before that day, I would have said it was mundane to the point of being boring. My husband, Zolani Jones, was the director of a small construction firm based in Atlanta, Georgia. He was my first love, the only man I had ever been with. We had been married for five years and had a three-year-old son, Jabari, who was my sunshine, my whole world…..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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