Overthrown #ProjectNigeriaUC2017
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MatureComplete Sat, Nov 19, 20162h 12m
Oroma had always lived an ordinary quiet life.That was until her village was invaded.After being carried off as a slave, what more did the future hold for her? Never could she have imagined that was only the beginning.
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