If Cinderella Were Nigerian (Ongoing)
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Living in Nigeria is hell for the poor, the poorer and the poorest. There is no hope except you convince yourself there is.
For me, I live day to day barely able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life, like smelling flowers or dancing in the garden.
I live out half of my life in fantasies and the other half in the stark reality of poverty, inequality and hardship. Until...
I fall out of love; with myself. Then all the hardship I know is multiplied by a thousand.
This is my story. A story of truth, a few tears, plenty of yelling, dodging objects and honestly, love.
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This is not your typical Cinderella story. There is no stepmother or step sisters'. It beares little to no resemblance to the Disney Cinderella.
I hope you enjoy. Xoxo.
Pardon any mistakes. It's an unedited book.
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Start date: 7th September, 2021.
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