Ese tossed and turned in her bed wishing her mind would cease from thinking on the events that happened earlier that day. It was still bright, but she desired above all to sleep till the next day. Although she had been satisfied with her bold response to the rude Duchess, she could not help the sinking feeling of guilt, for allowing her anger get the best of her.... Read more on blog!
Whilst my blog is not targeted at Christians alone, it's no secret that I am a Christian and my Faith is a central part of my life, so I’ve decided to share a little part of my Faith. Christian, or non-Christian, we sometimes question if there is something beyond the visible and natural things we... Continue Reading →
Read chapter 6 here The Confrontation"Papa, do not forget that you promised that I shall draw the horses when next time we ride. Well, I shall very well like to do so now. I may not be as good as my sister, but it is the only way I could get better. " Afa said,... Continue Reading →
Read part 1 here "Did you not hear me miss, I said my daughter is sick in the head." He yelled in a thick accent that she almost did not understand. "I am here to take her and I don't care what you say or do, but I will." He yelled, and swore several times.... Continue Reading →
Ife smiled as the lukewarm water cleared the residue of soap on her hands. She stood gazing absently in the local coffee shop's toilet, in joyful reflection on all she had done to achieve the impending promotion interview. After working in the international social care organisation for seven years, she was minutes away from the... Continue Reading →
Read chapter 3 here Chaos Ese looked out the window of her father’s carriage, as she rode with her mother to the Ecclesia estate. Her mind was filled with memories of the previous days and it was all too much for her poor heart. From Samuel’s confession, to the Duchess of Ecclesia’s proposal… Her life... Continue Reading →
"Okay, I'll be your girlfriend." I regretted those words as soon as they were out of my mouth. It felt like ants and spiders crawling and having a sprinting competition on my skin. I offered him a fake smile, even though the look of Joy on his face made my belly turn sour. How did... Continue Reading →
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