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With the brick wall broken, and her mind on the verge of collapse, truths unravel. Amidst it all fate deals a heavy blow, forcing her to choose. Will Njoku, the absolute embodiment of perfection be her savior, or will the so called antagonists of her existence be her redemption. ----------------------- "Behind Rose-Tinted Glasses", is a compilation of short stories featuring black women who try to overcome the challenges set before them. Fighting against society, and their imperfections, will the love they find be their redemption, or their end. Photo Credits, or book cover art: Mathilde Crétier It was gotten off of Pinterest.
God is omniscient, omnipresent and ever just, ever understanding and ever knowledgeable, the kind of person who can read our minds. So, if all that's been said about the ethereal being still holds some truth, I'm sure he'll grant my wish.
Before date, I had resided in a dingy apartment with naught but rats and their kind as companions, and worst of all, I lived in Nemesis.
Nemesis, the home of filth, promiscuity and death. A town that boasted its flourishing dump and its ever increasing number of
ne'er do wells. So, I was quite grateful, for in my case, a roof and walls existed around me, tho in the worst conditions, and at least, some food on my table, regardless of how rotten.
I had lived within its enclosure all my life, and had been one of those whose parents deemed unworthy of existing, so, due to their abundant possession of a generosity, accompanied by a larger than large conscience, they dumped me in the land of filth and grime to fend for myself. I admit, this isn't a story of which I was a witness to, for I was told of how I came to exist within it's gallows by a vagrant. So, beings of an age which permitted me the ability to walk, I got up on my two feet and began to fend for myself.
