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For Better, For Worse by Sally

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FOR BETTER FOR WORSE EMEM (2) 1983 The building was in the middle of nowhere. It stood under a dark moonless sky, aloof and uninviting. There was a high fence, blinding floodlights and a watchtower holding a buff soldier wielding an assault rifle. Igwe looked at Emem and saw her peering at the gate before them …

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For Better, For Worse (Jamila) by Sally

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FOR BETTER FOR WORSE   JAMILA 1983 HEAD TRAUMA CENTER, USA The twins were playing in her backyard. David who was always weak after running around, ran to her panting, telling her Daniel was sticking his leg into a muddy pool in her tomato garden. She called Daniel’s name but the mischievous boy hid from sight …

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FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE (Luke)

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  FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE LUKE 1983 Daniel clung to the banister and groggily climbed up the stairs, his little head swaying from right to left. He had never had this much alcohol to drink in his life before. He had had a few shots of palm wine at the presidential villa when he suffered …

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For Better For Worse [Evelyn] by Sally

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  FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE EVELYN 1980 Jamila rushed towards the sound of the piercing scream. It was coming from one of the suites in the family wing of the presidential villa. As she approached the hallway, she realized the screaming was coming from Evelyn’s suite. “Eveyln!” she called and burst in. She found her, …

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For Better For Worse (Emem) by Sally

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FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE EMEM (1978) The Presidential Villa was grand. It was nothing Emem had ever seen before. To her, it seemed everything in it was made of gold. The armed soldier that led her in had already walked her through a reception almost as large as her mother’s compound in the village and …

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