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Hi please come and read my story it is called the billionaire hidden fame
by Ifeanyi Felix
It started as a wish, then grew to a desire, transitioned to a dream, and finally actions were taken with opportunities aligned, blooming a very-so-beauitiful future. Ikemgba, now called Joseph built silent dreams on becoming a 'white-coat man', as his friend, Maduba termed Medical practitioners. And being the first born and son, an ancestral line that told that he was one of the last descendants of Okimmiri, knew that such a dream is impossible. Also considering, they were embedded with the healing power of bending blood to their will. With his father on death's bed, the boy subconsciously wished him gone. When the old man finally took his breath, kicking the bucket, the boy took to his heels leaving on a promise of periodic letter visit from him to his siblings. A missionary scholarship program in display, he took the grand opportunity and was discipled under Rev'd Felix Eddington. But as time ticked and ocean tide rose, home called, echoing at every corner of the earth. He could escape Ezenuka Village Community, but not the blood that runs in his veins. Left no choice, he answered, fulfilling a prophecy that stood after the beginning of time. A price was to be paid, blood was to be shed, how would Ikemgba keep his dreams afloat when the gods were calling?
Commented on a story
Hi please come and read my story it is called the billionaire hidden fame
by Ifeanyi Felix
It started as a wish, then grew to a desire, transitioned to a dream, and finally actions were taken with opportunities aligned, blooming a very-so-beauitiful future. Ikemgba, now called Joseph built silent dreams on becoming a 'white-coat man', as his friend, Maduba termed Medical practitioners. And being the first born and son, an ancestral line that told that he was one of the last descendants of Okimmiri, knew that such a dream is impossible. Also considering, they were embedded with the healing power of bending blood to their will. With his father on death's bed, the boy subconsciously wished him gone. When the old man finally took his breath, kicking the bucket, the boy took to his heels leaving on a promise of periodic letter visit from him to his siblings. A missionary scholarship program in display, he took the grand opportunity and was discipled under Rev'd Felix Eddington. But as time ticked and ocean tide rose, home called, echoing at every corner of the earth. He could escape Ezenuka Village Community, but not the blood that runs in his veins. Left no choice, he answered, fulfilling a prophecy that stood after the beginning of time. A price was to be paid, blood was to be shed, how would Ikemgba keep his dreams afloat when the gods were calling?
Commented on a story
Hi please come and read my story it is called the billionaire hidden fame
by Ifeanyi Felix
It started as a wish, then grew to a desire, transitioned to a dream, and finally actions were taken with opportunities aligned, blooming a very-so-beauitiful future. Ikemgba, now called Joseph built silent dreams on becoming a 'white-coat man', as his friend, Maduba termed Medical practitioners. And being the first born and son, an ancestral line that told that he was one of the last descendants of Okimmiri, knew that such a dream is impossible. Also considering, they were embedded with the healing power of bending blood to their will. With his father on death's bed, the boy subconsciously wished him gone. When the old man finally took his breath, kicking the bucket, the boy took to his heels leaving on a promise of periodic letter visit from him to his siblings. A missionary scholarship program in display, he took the grand opportunity and was discipled under Rev'd Felix Eddington. But as time ticked and ocean tide rose, home called, echoing at every corner of the earth. He could escape Ezenuka Village Community, but not the blood that runs in his veins. Left no choice, he answered, fulfilling a prophecy that stood after the beginning of time. A price was to be paid, blood was to be shed, how would Ikemgba keep his dreams afloat when the gods were calling?
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E Pls read my story it is called the billionaire hidde
by Weirdo 馃挋馃挋
Life is meant to be simple, planned and free and it was, until Him, A Creature I would never forget and he keeps calling me "Mine".
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E Pls read my story it is called the billionaire hidde
by Weirdo 馃挋馃挋
Life is meant to be simple, planned and free and it was, until Him, A Creature I would never forget and he keeps calling me "Mine".
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E Pls read my story it is called the billionaire hidde
by Weirdo 馃挋馃挋
Life is meant to be simple, planned and free and it was, until Him, A Creature I would never forget and he keeps calling me "Mine".
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Pls read my story it is called the billionaire hidden fame
by Weirdo 馃挋馃挋
Life is meant to be simple, planned and free and it was, until Him, A Creature I would never forget and he keeps calling me "Mine".
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Thanks you
by Excel Omoruyi
How money change people
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They have been separated for a long time
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How money change people
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Read my story
by Ifeanyi Felix
It started as a wish, then grew to a desire, transitioned to a dream, and finally actions were taken with opportunities aligned, blooming a very-so-beauitiful future. Ikemgba, now called Joseph built silent dreams on becoming a 'white-coat man', as his friend, Maduba termed Medical practitioners. And being the first born and son, an ancestral line that told that he was one of the last descendants of Okimmiri, knew that such a dream is impossible. Also considering, they were embedded with the healing power of bending blood to their will. With his father on death's bed, the boy subconsciously wished him gone. When the old man finally took his breath, kicking the bucket, the boy took to his heels leaving on a promise of periodic letter visit from him to his siblings. A missionary scholarship program in display, he took the grand opportunity and was discipled under Rev'd Felix Eddington. But as time ticked and ocean tide rose, home called, echoing at every corner of the earth. He could escape Ezenuka Village Community, but not the blood that runs in his veins. Left no choice, he answered, fulfilling a prophecy that stood after the beginning of time. A price was to be paid, blood was to be shed, how would Ikemgba keep his dreams afloat when the gods were calling?
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Read my story
by Ifeanyi Felix
It started as a wish, then grew to a desire, transitioned to a dream, and finally actions were taken with opportunities aligned, blooming a very-so-beauitiful future. Ikemgba, now called Joseph built silent dreams on becoming a 'white-coat man', as his friend, Maduba termed Medical practitioners. And being the first born and son, an ancestral line that told that he was one of the last descendants of Okimmiri, knew that such a dream is impossible. Also considering, they were embedded with the healing power of bending blood to their will. With his father on death's bed, the boy subconsciously wished him gone. When the old man finally took his breath, kicking the bucket, the boy took to his heels leaving on a promise of periodic letter visit from him to his siblings. A missionary scholarship program in display, he took the grand opportunity and was discipled under Rev'd Felix Eddington. But as time ticked and ocean tide rose, home called, echoing at every corner of the earth. He could escape Ezenuka Village Community, but not the blood that runs in his veins. Left no choice, he answered, fulfilling a prophecy that stood after the beginning of time. A price was to be paid, blood was to be shed, how would Ikemgba keep his dreams afloat when the gods were calling?
Commented on a story
Pls people read my story titled billionaire hidden fame
by Ifeanyi Felix
It started as a wish, then grew to a desire, transitioned to a dream, and finally actions were taken with opportunities aligned, blooming a very-so-beauitiful future. Ikemgba, now called Joseph built silent dreams on becoming a 'white-coat man', as his friend, Maduba termed Medical practitioners. And being the first born and son, an ancestral line that told that he was one of the last descendants of Okimmiri, knew that such a dream is impossible. Also considering, they were embedded with the healing power of bending blood to their will. With his father on death's bed, the boy subconsciously wished him gone. When the old man finally took his breath, kicking the bucket, the boy took to his heels leaving on a promise of periodic letter visit from him to his siblings. A missionary scholarship program in display, he took the grand opportunity and was discipled under Rev'd Felix Eddington. But as time ticked and ocean tide rose, home called, echoing at every corner of the earth. He could escape Ezenuka Village Community, but not the blood that runs in his veins. Left no choice, he answered, fulfilling a prophecy that stood after the beginning of time. A price was to be paid, blood was to be shed, how would Ikemgba keep his dreams afloat when the gods were calling?
Commented on a story
Pls people read my story titled billionaire hidden fame
by Ifeanyi Felix
It started as a wish, then grew to a desire, transitioned to a dream, and finally actions were taken with opportunities aligned, blooming a very-so-beauitiful future. Ikemgba, now called Joseph built silent dreams on becoming a 'white-coat man', as his friend, Maduba termed Medical practitioners. And being the first born and son, an ancestral line that told that he was one of the last descendants of Okimmiri, knew that such a dream is impossible. Also considering, they were embedded with the healing power of bending blood to their will. With his father on death's bed, the boy subconsciously wished him gone. When the old man finally took his breath, kicking the bucket, the boy took to his heels leaving on a promise of periodic letter visit from him to his siblings. A missionary scholarship program in display, he took the grand opportunity and was discipled under Rev'd Felix Eddington. But as time ticked and ocean tide rose, home called, echoing at every corner of the earth. He could escape Ezenuka Village Community, but not the blood that runs in his veins. Left no choice, he answered, fulfilling a prophecy that stood after the beginning of time. A price was to be paid, blood was to be shed, how would Ikemgba keep his dreams afloat when the gods were calling?
Commented on a story
Pls people read my story titled billionaire hidden fame
by Ifeanyi Felix
It started as a wish, then grew to a desire, transitioned to a dream, and finally actions were taken with opportunities aligned, blooming a very-so-beauitiful future. Ikemgba, now called Joseph built silent dreams on becoming a 'white-coat man', as his friend, Maduba termed Medical practitioners. And being the first born and son, an ancestral line that told that he was one of the last descendants of Okimmiri, knew that such a dream is impossible. Also considering, they were embedded with the healing power of bending blood to their will. With his father on death's bed, the boy subconsciously wished him gone. When the old man finally took his breath, kicking the bucket, the boy took to his heels leaving on a promise of periodic letter visit from him to his siblings. A missionary scholarship program in display, he took the grand opportunity and was discipled under Rev'd Felix Eddington. But as time ticked and ocean tide rose, home called, echoing at every corner of the earth. He could escape Ezenuka Village Community, but not the blood that runs in his veins. Left no choice, he answered, fulfilling a prophecy that stood after the beginning of time. A price was to be paid, blood was to be shed, how would Ikemgba keep his dreams afloat when the gods were calling?
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