I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer. — Phindiwe Nkosi, Behind the Hospital
I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer. — Phindiwe Nkosi, Behind the Hospital
I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer. — Phindiwe Nkosi, Behind the Hospital
I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer. — Phindiwe Nkosi, Behind the Hospital
I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer. — Phindiwe Nkosi, Behind the Hospital
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I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer.

— Phindiwe Nkosi, Behind the Hospital
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