SCHOOL: My diary.

SCHOOL: My diary.

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Many people have a wrong perception of Africa. I love Africa. l am African. This book is an insight into the life of a Ghanaian high school girl, specifically me. It's written in diary form. Even though I don't keep a diary (even when I keep one, I end up filling it with songs and stories instead of everyday memories. ) I'm going to try to recall most of the things that happened to me in school. No fakes. Everything I write will be a real event. Everything you see in this book is from my memory. No copies . It's also copyrighted so mind you.πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
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