MEMOIRS OF A BROKEN HEART 6


Ndidi looked exceptional this afternoon. She was dressed in a black Tom Ford sleeveless jumpsuit. A cream shawl hung around her shoulders, flowing down towards her sides. Her braids were […]

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MEMOIRS OF A BROKEN HEART 5


“Daddy, its past 6 am. Wake up. Wake up.” Turning slowly away from the edge of the bed, I pulled the duvet over my head. “Do you have to go […]

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