My mother from AFRICA (Completed)
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This is a story dedicated to all African/non-African mothers and to those who are yet to be mothers.
which the woman's womb as a cocoon, is meant for the little to lay,
as the breast is for food and their back to
sleep.
"MY MOTHER FROM AFRICA"
Let me take you on a tour of the life of the virtuous woman, FADIMATU
a woman who fought an unplanned battle right from a younger age.
Defending the honour of women is the aim of my writings. It t is something I have always wanted to do. However, you will be able to read all about a woman's hardship, dedication, love and success for the Nation.
This is my first book here on Wattpad. I hope you guys will enjoy reading to the extreme and stay blessed.
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