Under The Tent Top (COMPLETED)

Under The Tent Top (COMPLETED)

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"Welcome, we thank you for spending your night with us. We promise you, that this will be a party you will never forget!" Forget your troubles, prepare your payment, and welcome to The White Top Circus! ~*~ Twenty years after the East continents declared nuclear war to the West, the world regressed to their old patterns. Survival was key. People grew hungry. People grew desperate. Yet in this life of darkness, despair and hunger - for a small fee The White Top can take it all away! A show with the greatest wonders of man, a show with the greatest beauty of woman, and the only show with the infamous "Nightingale". "Nightingale" has been the most loved featured show of The White Top. Word of her voice echoed through the corners of the earth, her face brought peace of mind to many, and her affect so powerful some describe it as magical. Yet, behind the curtains a different story emerges. So what becomes of the "Nightingale" when the show reaches it's finale? What becomes of the man who seeks to keep her? And what becomes of the man who yearns to free her? -the circus ain't a love story- -------------------------------------------------------- All Rights Reserved To The Owners Of All Photos Used
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*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

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