P.Ks dilemma

P.Ks dilemma

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hum hello I'm Divita also known as the open flower. This story is a mixture of a true life story and some fiction added, I'm not an Orthodox writer so forgive me if the story sucks am trying to bring out the ordeal of teenagers in this part of the world. Mostly "P.Ks" . Nb: "P.Ks" stand for preachers or pastors kids. The setting is Africa since I happen to be an Ivorian, I'm quite aware of the fact that most people in your part of the world do not believe in God , Jesus or even witchcraft. Sadly enough I would say this all exist. l just thought it might be nice if I share part of my life story with some fiction added to make it interesting. Crytallène Angela koré is a young girl when her father decide to desert them that is her mom, her little brother and of course her. Still struggling to adjust to this new change a war break's in her country and she finds her self and her shattered family on another land "Ghana" as refugees struggling to keep up with her fate Crytallène finds her self between two world that is the one she always knew the very religious one With Christian values and the one with fun where she falls in love. Trying to enjoy both she ends up having a double personality.
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Aimlessly, Donna was plodding sluggishly. The clock had hit the 4 am. She was in the search of peace and was wandering on countryside to find serenity. She wanted her mind to stay tranquil rather than filled by chaos. It was still dark. Moon was glinting. Everyone was in deep slumber but she was restless and plodding. It was the end of spring in Italy. She was at the EUR district. She looked at the beauty of that place. The trees of cherry blossoms bloomed already. But some splendid beauty of those blossoms still alive. She stirred and moved forward. A single blossom bloomed and landed on her cheek. She thumped it and looked. It was like blossoms wanted to say, "stay happy and enjoy the beauty of this world. Don't let anyone to invade your tranquil life. Let the thing dropped on their own." Again, a blossom landed on her nose. The blossoming started. She curved her lips into a smile. "Daughter, always remember that these cherry blossoms are the flower of birth, so delicate and fragile like a human existence. It cherishes and blooms the world and then disappears leaving behind their rare splendour beauty." She was reminding her mother's word when she was five, which made a gush of blood flow into her veins. --------------------------------------------------------- Date- 6 July, 2020, from today, I am going to edit my this book again as it is not upto mark for me and I want to do justice with my book!! Caution- i write the story when I was 16, so it may become cringe sometimes.

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