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HEARD ABOUT ESE?

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Have you heard about Ese?  Golden black Ese as we used to call her.  Her skin so beautiful that most people called her the goddess of the black race.  She went to papa Ijebu, who mixed pepper with lemon water, he added a little bit of carol white and a pinch of something which name, I can't recall. Suddenly the black in her skin vanished like magic, she was now "African snow white"  and she reigned in her head and her new found skin.  Ese was walking on the air, almost like her new skin gave her super powers.  Awhile later, there were cracks, itches,scratches and peelings... Her body was at war with itself.  Ese's skin changed colors more rapidly than a chameleon, no one could keep up. Then came the decay that went from her skin deep inside of her and in a flash, she was gone.   Ese died trying to be who she wasn't, she was so dissatisfied with being black in a black skin and I wonder why, what is so wrong with being black?  
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Love Story Untold


This is the greatest love story untold

One of a man whose voice was medicine to the soul and spirit of his listeners and that of a woman whose dance moves casts spells on people, especially her lover. 

He sang about his empty life before she came along, their lives now and his hope for their future. 

His songs to her were songs of peace, love and hope and her entire world she saw right in his eyes. 

She danced graciously to the melody in her heart. Watching her tender body move effortlessly like a feather in front of him made his heart race to paradise. 

 They were  comfort to each other and to so many people it was obvious that their hearts, in the hall of songs and dance had taken a vow of everlasting love. 

Her dancing was her life but her legs were crushed in a car crash. Watching her in pains and confined to a wheelchair, he too lost the will to sing. And more than she prayed to walk she prayed for her lover to sing again. "I'm too damaged to get the pleasure of his sweet voice" she Thought. The wind of sorrow blew across their home... Their hope for a perfect future was found shaking and neither of them knew what to do to take things back to normal. 


 At her breakpoint she cried "send me away and find yourself a lover deserving of your love. One with both legs and capable of dancing for you better than I ever could"

Her words broke his heart into a million pieces. He never thought he could feel more pains than he had already. 
He knelt beside her with his eyes locked with hers and said "my love and my world. It was never about the dance but the dancer. A million dancers can never take your place in my heart" 
They held themselves and cried together and in between her tears she managed to whisper "please sing for me my love" 
And he smiled and said "I have being praying for you to ask" So once again he sang her songs of peace,love and hope. And the warmth of their smiles melted their sorrow away. They knew now that no matter what, their love was strong and unconditional. 

This is the greatest love story untold. 
 
Note: I was inspired by another great writer's work @ Obinna. My friend, I hope I at least tried with this sequel? 😊😅😂😂

             

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  1. Unknown5 April 2021 at 17:27

    Loving😘wished there wasn't an end

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    1. Lizzy's Haven5 April 2021 at 18:49

      Awwww thanks alot.
      I'm glad you liked it. 😍

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  2. Prince Raymond5 April 2021 at 17:49

    Wow so lovely 🥰 love is a beautiful thing., If found cherish it.

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    1. Lizzy's Haven5 April 2021 at 18:51

      Love is indeed beautiful. Thank you so much sir for taking the time out to read it. I appreciate 😊

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  3. Unknown5 April 2021 at 20:36

    Wow! It's really captivating. God bless you dear!

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    1. Lizzy's Haven7 April 2021 at 01:37

      Thanks alot. I'm glad you find it captivating. God bless

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  4. Sureplub5 April 2021 at 21:24

    Perfect

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