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Author's Note
Author: Judith O.
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The pen can be seen as a mediator between a great mind and the story it wishes to tell. I have since held one for 2+ years but never once did I consider myself a novelist. For many, it might be absurd to say that the extra hours of lockdown have been within limits a kind of gift awarded by time to unfurl those spur-of-the-moment goals that may have only even been a product of an unconscious thought. It's no joke to say that the burden of creativity runs deep, starting from the need to satiate the desires and cravings of the various categories of readers available, to the high expectations the world at large proffers upon any arc or range of theme being portrayed from a projectile mindset. Sharing my very own opinions, a few can vouch that they've beyond doubt experienced a situation at which they're not physically being strangled, but on the inside, found a strong inkling and foreboding towards a subliminal knowledge that something similar to a massive area of quick sand or a deep basin of water has begun its quest to devour. Sincerely, I had been drowning in the numerous ideas procured by my thoughts and to put it mildly, I had felt completely smothered within myself.
In spite of all that, the need to awaken my soul from its suppressed state arose in the wake of time and again from the very start, I wielded a pen for the sole reasons to; discover my abilities, create an outlet for my voice, and at long last, like Achebe would always preach- identify with unknown situations and people far away.
Having lived in accordance and strictly adhering to the laws of a secluded lifestyle, being a writer appeared to be somewhat impossible. However, the birth of creativity does not necessarily originate from what the eyes have seen and even though it plays a colossal part, the ability truly initiates from the depths of an introspective mind. A mastermind that can create its own existence and experiences rather than what the world itself contains. To conclude, through this story that serves as a telltale of history though in small bits, I've found my voice in the invention of pure fictional satires and the tenacity to venture on a mission to always depict the recurring social vices entertained by mankind on a daily basis. This marks my debut into the conventional world of diverse literature and it's in my best wishes that my breakthrough galvanizes and inspires you on your journey towards each of your respective self-discoveries.
Yours truly,
J.C. Olivia.
DEDICATION:
I have no better cheerleader than the Almighty God who never failed to uplift and encourage my determination and push me into achieving something great. I dedicate this book to God, it wouldn't be in existence if not for him.
My Mother, who never failed to show her unwavering support all the way, I love you ma! And to my siblings, I wouldn't have done it without you too.
DISCLAIMER:
The contents of this book are solely my ideas and words. No part of it should be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, republished, distributed or stored in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanic, scanning, photocopy, recording without written permission from the author
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BLURB:
An action packed thriller novel with spiralling suspense that would keep you on edge. It portrays themes of a cantankerous political society wrapped up in the world of elites against the forces of terrorism with the law awaiting on the sidelines. Who is innocent and who is to be condemned.
Can Lade escape the missiles of the enemies or would he be the catalyst for destruction.
CONTENTS:
• Playlist
• Prologue
• Part I: the story in history
• Part II: the story in between
• Part III: the story in existence
||PLAYLIST||
1. Fix you - Sam Smith
2. Carry you - Ruelle
3. Adiemus - Enya
4. You're gonna be ok - Jen Johnson
5. Who will remember me - Twelve Titans
6. If the world was ending - JP Saxe & Julia Michaels
7. While we were young - Callum Scott
8. I'm still here - Sia
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