À 𝗹'𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 (TOME 1)
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  • Reads 67
  • Votes 16
  • Parts 4
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Feb 20, 2024
J'étais une un simple villageoise. Ou peut-être le suis-je encore.

Je n'avais pas des rêves grandioses, mais au moins je projettais de fonder ma famille avec William. On s'aimait beaucoup, on aurait eu de beaux enfants et j'aurais ouvert mon salon de couture pour abriter tout l'esthétique que... Bref. 

Tout ça était trop beau pour se réaliser. 

C'était trop demander aux ancêtres.

Il a fallu que l'époux de ma cousine me prenne comme deuxième femme, juste parce qu'elle avait peur qu'il aille voir ailleurs.

Ils étaient liés de partout et avaient besoin d'une solution urgente. Au départ, j'étais là. solution, mais désormais je suis le problème.

Je suis les deux, ça dépend du point de vue dans lequel on s'incruste. 

Un problème permanent, une solution double tranchant, pour avoir tenté de jouer à l'ombre des traditions.

🥇 rubis - Janvier 2025
🥇 Héritier - Janvier 2025
🥇 Afrique - Janvier 2025
🥇 Honneur - Janvier 2025
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