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    General William Stone, the valiant Spanish Mercenary Warlord dated Juliet, the adored jewel of Alberto Family for six years. His called up to the Spanish-France war led the flowery Juliet to marry Mayor Patrick Bay, the wealthy Melillan royalty.

    William returned at the end of the five years long war only to insist retrieving back his Juliet from Mayor. This led to fierce battle of lovers. And the story just begin here.

    William and Juliet is a great story that unveils a great truth: that we can avoid the unnecessary wars that often smoldered gorgeous citadel of love and shattered lovers’ life; that we can come out of the storming, cloudy fumes that often wreck relationships and abort glorious destiny.

    This novel challenges your love-life with great didactic values and heartrending edifying punctures. Read on.

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  • Michael tells of a bastard child and the search for his father. Bamidele’s poem, “Insomnia”, is a quick glimpse into the restless awareness of death. Jeff and Raheela attempt to guide a writer’s hand in the foray of storytelling and publishing. Fatihah talks of love, innocently, simply. Resoketswe engages a bar conversation on suicide; a subject we hate to admit. There’s more.

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The Death of a Man

The Death of a Man My sister can look at a man and see ifthe shadow of his death colours his face.The folds of his wrinkles he earned from the sun,black like his hair, blacker than his teeth—broken,blacker than the hole where he digs for goldfor a man not black like...

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Eleven Forms of Death

the sun will try to walk your body into fired clay as you scribble your emptiness in the pain of a dying dog.   the night turns a name into a soft prayer.   bodies float in streams in search of fear.   silence is also broken by thoughts of men.   you drink your griefs...

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The Growth #Dec2018

     I eased myself gently into the old, brown sofa in the sitting room, my hands on my sore back. My dirty white eyes settled on the aged brown clock hanging obediently on the wall. The seconds hand moved round and round but did not return my stare. It just was not...

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