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The Chronicles Of An Adopted Child (Season Finale #4) – Semione Abi

I want to use this medium to say thank you to all of you for reading this series. Your comments, your opinions, criticisms and advices were all and well taken. To me there’s no other family in the social media world better than the MOSKEDAPAGES family, thanks to you Sally for being the pioneer and mother of this wonderful family. Also I want to apologize for the errors made, especially the grammatical blunders. I know I really murdered English in some episodes. Lol. But I promise to learn from my mistakes, and also get a better editor next time my work is coming here (which is very soon). This is my first series online, and you guys are reading it because of Sally. I owe her a lot because without her I’d still be writing and dumping on my computer, hoping to be able to publish it someday. Even though…

Go Getter (Go-Get-Her) #2

GO GETTER #2 (Go-Get-Her) Read Previous Episode HERE God can sometimes be so ignorant of our plight, he totally snobs us and shuts us out of his mind for a reason totally unknown to us that we end up thinking he brought the plight on us. This, has made Wunmi to subscribe to the saying, “live your life like God doesn’t exist.” NOTE: … like God doesn’t exist. One just couldn’t doubt his existence so the best one can do is wear a frame of mind that is totally ignorant of his existence. Wunmi sat silently in the BRT bus that was headed for the Express, waiting for it to get filled. Meanwhile she occupied her mind with thoughts of switching shoes with God. If she were God and God were her, she didn’t see reason for not blessing God (her). She had believed in him from a very early…

GO GETTER (go-get-her) #1

Here’s Chreez. I won’t say much. His work will speak for him. “I’m a go getter Never stop even when i get better.” This has been a sort of anthem to him and it went beyond that, it served like a talisman – always re-energizing him in his most depressing times – so he chanted ceaselessly inside that inner chamber of his heart that does most of the thinking. He wasn’t aware that darkness had stolen the day and that the world around had been invaded by vehicles calling noisily through blaring horns and that the street lights’ radiance had surpassed that of the lonely moonlight. The rush of air that slapped hard on his face, hard enough that it felt like a sting, was what brought him back to reality. “Hell! It’s night already!!” He exclaimed, catching and tucking this fluttering tie back into his suit.…

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