HAVE YOU EVER BEEN BROKEN

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                     Chapter 1

  Author’s P. O. V

   The sun peeped into the room of a young lady and shown directly on her face. Feeling the light on her face she turned to the other side so as to get more sleep. But it wasn’t long before the alarm by her bedside rang. Raising a sleeping hand up, she slammed the alarm off before nuzzling to sleep again. But who was she deceiving? If she got to work late the money would be deducted from her pay which was even little than chicken change.
   Half groaning, she rose up from her bed and rubbed her eyes. They were dark circles around it and it was obvious she hadn’t gotten any sleep. She looked unkempt, well very unkempt but that was going to change however once she got to the bathroom. She picked up her phone to check the time. She only had 30 minutes to prepare for work. She had best get started. She stood up from her bed and proceeded to the bathroom, the only bathroom in the apartment she shared with her best friend Mabel. She was going to be out any moment and she needed to be ready. She entered the bathroom and applied toothpaste to her brush and began brushing her teeth. Once she was done, she cleaned her mouth and said to herself what she always told herself every morning and has now become an habit. β€œ you can do this Amy, you can make yourself and your mum proud. You just need to hold on to that dream and never let go, no matter how hard it gets. You can stitch the torn pieces of your life” she muttered staring at the mirror.
   Meet Amelia Kurt, the girl whose only dream is to become a well known fashion designer and is holding on to it as hard as she can.
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                Amelia’s P. O. V
  After brushing my teeth and subsequently taking my bath, I got out of the bathroom to prepare for work. I didn’t have any special clothes to wear today so I just got into a T shirt and a faded jeans. Applying some lip gloss and powder on my face to hide my dark circles, I looked ready. I got out of my room and met Mabel at the door of her room, with a brush and towel with her. She yawned. β€œgood morning ” I greeted with a smile.
 β€œgood morning Amelia” she answered. Stretching herself to her full height, she groaned. β€œoh my gosh, I’m so tired. I didn’t  sleep  properly last night ” I smiled at her remark. I’m guessing she meant she didn’t have her beauty sleep. β€œ well it’s obvious to the person who didn’t sleep at all” I put in. Mabel glanced at him as if remembering something clapped her hands. β€œ yeah… When did you get in last night”
 β€œ2.30 am” I replied, β€œ and I used half of the time to finish my pending designs.” mabel shook her head.
 β€œyou need to stop working yourself to death Amy , when will you have time for yourself? Look at you … You like someone who got punished for stealing something in the market.” walking closer to me, she held my hand. β€œif you need anything, I’ll be here to help. I’m your best friend ”. I smiled β€œ I know, but I have things to take care of and they are not your responsibility. ”
 Mabel scoffed β€œ as if you’re not my responsibility ”
 β€œ I have to go now. Madame Truffaut will kill me if I come one minute late” I said as I wore my already tight shoes.
 β€œ won’t you at least have breakfast ” Mabel yelled
 β€œi don’t have time for that. Don’t worry I’ll survive ” Mabel pouted. you need to eat something… Put something in that empty tummy of yours”
  I gave her a quick hug. β€œ I’ll buy food on my way to work, don’t worry ” I said trying to get her off my case. β€œas if you have any money ” she muttered grudgingly. I smiled. It was a sad one. She was right, I didn’t have any money except for a few pennies here and there. Most of the money I made last week was used to pay my dad’s debt. Note that I said my dad’s debt. That evil man deliberately owed a lot of people money so when he left us we would have a hard time surviving. That’s why am hoping this week would be different.
 I sighed and looked at my best friend. It’s obvious she didn’t mean any harm with what she said, but she isn’t Amelia Kurt. She had enough to take care of herself but not another person, especially someone like me. β€œi said I’ll be fine Mabel, don’t you worry “
β€œOK. If you say so. But wait” Mabel went to into her room. When she came out, she was with an envelope. I knew what was in it, but I didn’t want to collect it.
 Mabel looked at me with those questioning eyes of hers and placed the envelope on my palm. β€œyou’re not refusing this. Keep it till when you think it’s necessary. It’s a gift.” She said. I gave her a hug. One minute she was complaining, the next she was helping me out. And that’s why I love her.
 Pulling away from the hug, I smiled at her
 β€œthank you….. Very much”  I said. Chat MartinMartino on zero eight one eighty thirty fourteen twenty one to be added to his WhatsApp group.
 β€œits no biggie. Now take your ass to work before madam Truffaut arrests you” she said and slapped me playfully in the butt. I chuckled before going to the door.
  β€œ Amelia!?” Mabel called. I turned to face her.
 β€œhuh?”
 She smiled before raising her hands and punching the air. β€œfighting”
I chuckled. β€œ fighting, I love you “
 β€œlove you too”
 I walked out the door, and started walking down the street to the bus stop. Madam Truffaut store was quite far, but it was a 10 minute ride if I took the bus. The bus arrived when I got there and I got in and took my seat by the window. Staring out of the window, I thought about my life and the progress I’ve made so far.
  I’m Amelia Kurt also known as Amy., the only child of my mom. I don’t have a dad because he left us. I hate him so much. He was always abusing my mum and made sure she couldn’t walk before leaving us. If he didn’t want the marriage he should had just divorced her. I’m twenty four years old. And I all I want to be is a fashion designer. It’s a dream I have held on for so long and each passing day I pray it doesn’t slip away from me. In a few moments I arrived at the street where madam Truffaut store was located. She owned a boutique and she sells clothing materials in bulk for people who are interested in buying. She was one of the people my dad owed money and in exchange for pay I work for twelve hours. I arrived at the door at the store and met her already standing waiting for me. She had a huge frown on her face which didn’t make her any prettier, I checked my time great…. I was two minutes late.
  β€œgood morning Mrs Truffaut ” I greeted sweetly.
 β€œand what is good about the morning? Huh? You’re late” she yelled. I cringed. β€œim sorry ma’am the bus arrived late” I explained
 She gave a loud hiss before walking in, I followed in the dressmaking room I saw loads of materials and a sewing machine. I marvelled at the material, they were pretty. I looked at Mrs Truffaut. She looked at me and scoffed. β€œ you will be making gowns from the material you see here. You are making 50 gowns. I need to deliver it this evening to Mrs Smith. Make sure you use your best designs and be fast about it ” she ranted.
  β€œ yes ma’am. What about the percentage of pay” I asked, keeping my voice a bit low. She glared at me for a while before replying β€œ 70–30″. I sighed, it was so little for the work I was about to do.
 Mrs Truffaut must have noticed my expression because she snickered. β€œthats the percentage, take it or leave it. You should have told your dad not to borrow so much from me. Looks like you will be here for a long time ” she taunted before finally leaving the room. I felt something sting my eyes but I didn’t want to cry, in my state there wasn’t even time to cry. Mrs Truffaut enjoying bullying me because of my condition. She seems to forget it’s only temporary and one day I will leave all of this. I can’t wait for the day she would begin to buy my dresses, I can’t wait to see the expression on her face when she knows I’ve finally made it.
  OK enough day dreaming, time to get to work. Opening up the measurement book, I opened my bag and brought out my design book. I opened to one of my evening dresses collection and picked one design I would use.  I then turned on my phone and plugged my earphones to listen to some music while working. 50 dresses coming right up.
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    It was evening by the time I was done with all of the dresses. My body was completely sore and my stomach groaned loudly reminding me that have not eaten. Feeling a little dizzy. I walked up to Mrs Truffaut office and knocked. She beckoned for me to come in. I walked in and met her counting money.
 β€œ good evening ma’am, I’m done with the dresses ” I announced. She gave me a side long look before continuing counting her money.
 β€œok” she finally said. β€œ you may leave”. I stared a bit at her when she said that. Seeing that I didn’t move, she looked at me with those evil eyes before throwing a dollar bill at me. I picked it up and saw it was a 50 dollar bill. It was really little, but it would serve me breakfast –lunch–dinner all together. I greeted her goodnight and got out of the store. Walking down the store to a fast food restaurant, I ordered myself an hamburger and soda, it wasn’t healthy but it was what I could afford until I got home to eat proper food prepared by Mabel. I didn’t have any money to board a bus back home, so I just skipped along.
  Walking in the late night and all the night flashing and songs playing filled me with a sense of happiness and I couldn’t wait to get home to some designs. My life’s miserable and I know it but as long as am alive am going to make living worth it.
  Getting to the dangerous part in town, I began walking very fast. Dangerous people littered around here and I didn’t want to get noticed. But it seemed this night had other plans for me as a group of boys began following me. I began walking really fast but they double crossed me and trapped me. I gulped. They looked really dangerous and I didn’t want to upset them.
  β€œ we don’t want any trouble miss, we just want your money” one of them spoke
    Seriously!?  That was the only money on me and now I have to give it to them? I groaned internally. Why am I so unlucky.
  β€œ I’m sorry, but I really don’t have any money” I said and began walking but they stopped me. β€œyour money or we won’t make leaving here easy for you” the person spoke earlier spoke again.
 Oh God! Why me??
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 That’s Amelia. Kurt. I really hoped you enjoyed reading this chapter as I enjoyed writing

  What do you think.

πŸ“ŒSTITCH ME UPπŸ“Œ
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                         Chapter 2
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                   Amelia P. O. V
    I stared at all of them and gulped. They meant business but I wasn’t going to allow them get the only money I had at the moment. I pretended as if I wanted to pick out my purse and when they’re attention was averted, I broke into a run. I was fast, but they were faster. In no time they caught up with me and one of them pushed me to the floor and snatched my bag from me.
 β€œhey!! Stop it please. I really don’t have any money” I yelled, but they didn’t listen. They proceeded to empty my bag and brought out all of my design books and everything. They finally found my purse and opened it. I gasped, they are really going to take my money. It was a good thing i kept the money Mabel gave me back at home. Seeing only a few dollars in my purse they looked at themselves then at me.
 β€œ she really doesn’t have anything with her” one of them said.
 β€œ let’s go, this girl needs more money than we do ” the one who spoke earlier told his friends. They both stood up, but not without taking  the remaining notes in my purse and leaving me completely penniless. I watched them go, after a while I stood up and arranged my things back in my bag. I dusted myself and began walking home. I tried not to think about what happened or else I’ll just start crying and tears weren’t needed in my situation.
  I finally arrived home and met Mabel having dinner. β€œ oh….. hi Amy how was work… Wait what happened to you?? ” she asked when she saw my dirty clothes. I sighed and walked over to where she was seated.
  β€œ I got robbed, all of the money I made today was stolen” I explained, trying hard not to cry.
  β€œ oh my gosh! Are you OK? Here.. Have some soup” Mabel exclaimed giving me her bowl of soup. I took it from her.
  β€œ I don’t understand. Why can’t I just have a normal life? Why must something bad happen” I lamented. Mabel patted me and smiled.
 β€œ you can do this. I know you can. Don’t give up yet.” 
β€œi have something that might cheer you up ” she suggested. Standing up from the chair she went to her bag. She brought out a magazine and gave it to me. I collected it.
 β€œwhat is this?” I asked while opening the pages, β€œ I brought something for you. Open it to page 35. Read it” Mabel said motioning to open the the page she described. I got to the page and began reading the article.
 β€œ I’m pretty sure you know Ryan Oswald. He is a multimillionaire and as we all know loves fashion and everything trendy”
   β€œ yeah I do,  that rude rich guy,i know him, but what has that got to do with this?” I asked not quite clear on what she was trying to imply.
  β€œ He isn’t rude Amy stop blacklisting him like that. Anyways, he will be coming to New York to search here for aspiring fashion designers, more like a contest because who ever wins would be given a cash prize to start his own fashion line” she explained. I shrugged.
 β€œ you would have to buy a form and submit it, then you go for auditions this Saturday ” she informed.
  I shrugged. β€œwhatever, I’m not interested “
 β€œwhat do you mean you’re not interested? This could be your breaking point ” Mabel stressed.
    β€œi said I’m not interested, besides Ryan is a rich guy, why would want to choose someone like me for the contest? Its probably for rich people who can afford it” I explained.
  β€œdont think like that Amy, this is what you’ve been waiting for all your life,don’t refuse it. What if you win?” Mabel asked, trying to convince me. But I already had my mind made up.
   β€œ I’m not doing it Mabel. Excuse me, but I’ll like to go to my room now ” I said as I stood up.
   β€œ Amy… Wait” Mabel called as I got to my room. I turned. Mabel was holding document with her. β€œ what is it? ” I asked.
  Mabel stood up and walked towards me. She placed the file on my hands.
  β€œ what is this?” I asked
 β€œthat’s the form. I bought it on my way back from work. When you change your mind fill it. And submit too. Auditions is on Saturday.” She informed.
  β€œok” I said as I collected the form from her and walked into my room, closing the door behind me.
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      Dropping the file on my bedside table without even checking it, I laid on the bed. I honestly don’t know why I refused but like Mabel said I might still change my mind. I guess it’s because of the bad things that has been happening lately and it has been making me all confused.
 Damn! I wish my mom was here, she always helped me. I’ll probably call her later. As I laid on the bed I heard my phone ring. It’s a good thing those thieves didn’t take my phone else I wouldn’t know what to do by now. I picked it up and checked the caller. It was Terrance.
  A smile lit up my face. I picked it up.
πŸ“ž hi Terrance, what’s popping?
πŸ“ž. Hi Amy, how are you?
πŸ“ž I’m good. What about you?
πŸ“ž a little broke, but am alive and that’s a good thing.
  I chuckled when I heard that
πŸ“ž uhmmm….. Amy I was hoping if you would be free on Thursday.
πŸ“ž I don’t know, it depends. What have you got planned out?
πŸ“ž there’s a job I found for you on that day, there’s a party going on that day and I got a job of a waitress for you, I hope you don’t mind. The pays good by the way.
πŸ“ž I don’t mind. Thanks for thinking ahead. And I’m free too so I’ll be going.
πŸ“ž. Great.. So I’ll be expecting you on Thursday night. Mind you it’s an expensive party by the way, so you have to be extra careful
πŸ“ž I’m always careful.
πŸ“ž good night Amy,have sweet dreams
πŸ“ž you too Terrance.
πŸ“ž OK…. Uhmm Amy? Are you still there?
πŸ“ž yes am here. Want to tell me something?
   Terrance hesitated a bit. He sounded unsure.
πŸ“ž nothing really…. Have a goodnight.
πŸ“ž good night.
  I hung up. Ok..  Why did Terrance act that way? I wondered.
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                  Ryan’s P. O. V
    I arrived in New York late in the night. For the city that never sleeps every where was still radiant. I walked over to the car and the chauffeur  who was there opened the door and I got in. He entered the driver seat and began driving. Looking out the window I began reminiscing on what brought me to New York in the first place. It was true I did set up a training/ contest here in New York but that was just something to do in the meantime. I was trying to escape my problems I left back home and doing what I liked for the meantime before I faced my problems seemed to be the perfect thing to do.
 Want to know what my problems are that’s making me run away from them? Don’t worry you’ll find out soon. In the meantime I have a party to attend in two days and I need to prepare for that. Same boring old shit, but it’s what am stuck with for probably the rest of my life.
  New York, here I come.
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  Amy refused to fill the form, hopefully she’ll change her mind. And why did Terrance act that way when he called Amy? What was he trying to tell her?..
 Ryan’s is attending a party a New York where Amy will be probably and something is happening there. But I can’t say if it’s good or bad. Well just have to wait.

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                     Chapter 3
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                 Terrance P. O. V
      I held on to the phone even though I knew Amy had already hung up. β€œwhy am so stupid? Why can’t I just tell her already?” I asked myself. I really like Amy, but I can’t seem to say it to her. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because she said she didn’t want to have anything to do with men that’s why. But then again, we’ve known each other for a while now so I don’t why she can’t seem to see that am trying to be more than a friend to her.
    I sighed and walked over to my bed. Laying on it, I began thinking. I just have to continue being close to her. Maybe one day she’ll notice and begin to like me too, I reasoned.              .
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                 ( Two days later )
                     Amelia’s P. O. V

     I opened my still drowsy eyes and got out from the couch I was sleeping on. My phone was beeping so I stood up to check it. A text from Terrance reminded me that I had work to do tonight at a party. I didn’t have any sleep this last days and it was beginning to take its toll on me. I sluggishly got out from the house, lock the doors and kept the keys. Mabel had her spare so there was no need to share keys. Getting to the bus stop I boarded the bus. I practically slept through the whole journey, I was that tired. Getting to my stop I got out of the bus and started walking to the venue. I was completely drained but I wasn’t going to admit it to anyone. I finally got to the place and using the back door, I walked into the kitchen. Terrance was already there and was waiting for me. He was one of the few workers who talked to me, others just ignore me.
  He came to where I was Removing my jacket and greeted me warmly. β€œgood evening Amy, how are you?” He asked smiling. He looked like he was in a good mood.I just nodded, I was to tired to answer him.
  β€œ you really look tired Amy, did you have any sleep?”  He asked after I yawned again the second time.
  β€œno I didn’t,I worked all through this last two days” I replied, Stifling a yawn.
  β€œyou need to be alert Amy, how are you going to do that if you feel this sleepy? Why don’t you just take a rest? I’ll tell the boss you couldn’t make it” he persuaded.
   β€œ will you give me your pay once we are done here?” I asked, he shrugged indicating that he couldn’t do it. We both needed this pay badly.
 I smiled, and took my uniform, ready to change. Terrance excused me. I walked into changing room and began changing.
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     The party had already started and I was serving drinks. I spotted a few women wearing my designs and I felt a rush of pride. If things were different, I probably would be standing with them saying I was the one who drew the designs, that’s why I need to work extra hard. I was feeling really sleepy and I kept resting on things. The boss can’t catch me this way, he will deduct from my pay, they all seem to enjoy doing that. Terrance walked up to me and placed a Tray on my hands. β€œwhats this?” I asked ,
 β€œ can you please help me serve this drink over there”he said pointing at a place in the VIP section.
  I gawped at him. β€œme?? Can’t you see how I’ve been trying to avoid that place?”
 β€œplease, Amy do this for me. Just go over there and serve the drinks. It’s that easy” he pled. I shrugged and collected the tray from him.
   β€œthanks” he said before walking away.
   I grudgingly began walking to the VIP area. It seemed as if my body was angry at me at depriving it sleep for so long because I began to feel really dizzy as my eyes began to close and I tripped and spilled the drinks I was holding. It fell on someone and I heard the rest of the crowd gasp. I picked up the tray from the floor ready to apologize to whoever I spilled the drinks on but what I saw left me dumbfounded.
   Before me was a very tall man who looked dangerously handsome with deep set eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. He had a perfectly sculptured face which was already dripping with the drink that poured and body which was already dripping wet from the drinks that poured on him. He wasn’t unfamiliar as his name had been on everyone’s lips lately. It was Ryan Oswald. Ok….. Enough drooling.. This man before me was obviously angry at me for what happened. I lowered my gaze to his body and saw the mess I already made. The drinks had already ruined his nice clothes.
  β€œI’m really sorry sir. I didn’t mean to……” He cut me short.
  β€œAre you blind!? ” his voice Thundered, echoing in the room. I shuddered β€œi really didn’t mean to . I tripped I’m sorry” I explained, but he wasn’t getting any of that.
  β€œwill your sorry solve the mess you made? How can you be this clumsy? Huh!?” He asked fuming.
 I tried to clean it with my napkin but he yanked my hands of him. β€œ don’t touch me, you dirty thing.” he seethed.
    His behavior towards me sparked something in my memory and I felt my blood boiling.
  β€œ but I already apologised, why can’t you let it go and stop making a fuss about this!” I retorted raising my voice. He raised his brows at my outburst, it was obvious he wasn’t expecting that.
  β€œ where is your boss” he asked coldly. I felt cold shivers run down my spine as I stared back at him. It was beginning to get really uncomfortable so I looked away. Someone came scurrying into the scene, it was Terrance. He looked at me with worry before facing Ryan.
 β€œ I’m sorry sir, we’ll get this cleaned right away sir”
  β€œ are you the boss?” He asked coldly, glaring at Terrance.
  β€œno sir” Terrance replied.
      β€œthen I have no business with you” he replied. Terrance gulped and we exchanged glances, what was wrong with this guy?
     In no time, the boss who was Mr Nathan by the way came into the scene.
  β€œ I heard someone call for me… Oh my gosh! What happened here!??” He asked after seeing the mess I made and the stained clothes of Ryan Oswald.
  β€œ why don’t you ask your waitress” he said pointing at me.
 β€œ I’m sorry sir but I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake. Just listen to me” I begged.
  β€œjust stop!!” He shrieked. I kept quiet.
 β€œ young lady, do you realize what you’ve just done? I’m pretty sure you don’t” he then turned to Ryan. β€œ were really sorry for the mess” he apologised. I hissed, I’m pretty sure he heard it because the next thing he said was that I should get out of his sight. My boss gave me a disdainful look before dragging me out with him. I caught a glimpse of Terrance and he was looking shocked and sorry. I smiled at him but we both knew it was a lie. Getting the to the kitchen he pushed me so hard I lost my balance and fell to the floor.
  He slammed the door hard and faced me.
 β€œ I’ve always knew you were bad luck ” he lamented.
 β€œI’m really sorry sir, I didn’t mean to I swear… Just listen to me” I tried to get him to listen but I guess no amount of convincing would do any good.
  β€œ just shut up. For humiliating me today you’re fired… Oh and there’s no pay for you lazy hag”
 I gasped and looked at him. I get the firing part but the no pay, seriously!? I need the money.
 β€œ please sir, rethink this I promise it won’t happen again” I begged. I needed that money.
β€œJust shut up and leave, get out NOW!!” He yelled.
 I gave up. Dejectedly I stood up, cleaned my face and walked away. β€œI’m really sorry sir” I said.
 β€œ sorry for yourself ” he yelled back. That jerk of a man called Ryan Oswald caused all of this. I slowly made my way to the changing room and changed my clothes. Folding the stained clothes in a plastic bag I began walking home.
  Terrance came to meet me outside. He kept biting his lower lip. When he got to where I was I  gave him a sad smile.
 β€œ I’m really sorry Amy, I didn’t mean for anything to happen. Please don’t hate me”
He pleaded. I sighed. β€œ you should go in before Mr Nathan catches you. And I don’t hate you. It wasn’t your fault. Go in before your boss catches you here.” I urged. He just nodded. He really was sorry. I patted his arms before walking home.
  β€œ Amy!” Terrance called. I turned.
  he looked at me β€œ I’m Really sorry and don’t worry everything would be alright one day..” he encouraged.
I smiled. β€œ I hope so” I muttered.
 I waved at him before going my way. I kept sniffing through the whole journey, even in the bus. My eyes were red but I wasn’t crying. Holding the tears was choking me up.
I finally got to the apartment Mabel and I shared and walked in. She was busy with office projects but looked up when I came in.
 β€œ hi Amy ” she greeted
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. β€œAmy, what’s wrong? What happened” she asked seeking my mood wasn’t a good one. The tears in my eyes forced their way out and I started crying. Mabel came over to meet me and squatted beside me.
  β€œ what happened? ” she asked.
β€œ I got…. Fired.. Without pay too” I choked out.
She gave me a hug. I cried on her shoulders. 
 β€œ why is everything so hard? ” I asked no one in particular.
 β€œ it’s okay, you can do this. You can pull through “. She cooed.
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To be continued

By penhouse

Jaja Godspower is a creative thinker and business strategist. He an award winning writer, blogger, author and a film maker from Nigeria. He is motivated with the desire to grow brands and businesses through adequate branding and visibility with his writing expertise. He is the founder of Penhouse Initiative, one of the largest growing writing hub in Africa.

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