ÀWÈLÉ: Hell Hath No Fury ☑️
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  • Reads 22,309
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  • Parts 39
  • Time 2h 45m
Complete, First published Apr 08, 2019
The story I will tell you now , you have never heard before,it is unlike the fables that your mother told you by the light of the Moon.It is untold to you, unknown to people who are not like me. It was told to me by my father, who was told by his own father. It is a story that has been passed from generations to generations, to explain why we are what we are, why we are treated like royalty and feared like the king of evil himself; èsú. At first I did not believe, it had sounded foreign to my ears, but now I do. Because I have seen the proof.Mother must not know that I am telling you this story, but I simply cannot hold it in. No one knows this, but I simply must tell you.I do not want to keep you in the dark. You are too dear to me.
Enough beating around the bush, I can see you tapping your feet on the ground, and wiggling in your seat .

Let us go back,

Way back,

To before any of our parents were born.

Sit tight dear,

We might take a while.

For this is the story of a little  girl ,

Who became great.

And this is the story, 

Of the price that came with greatness.
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