A WEAKNESS CALLED LOVE: MEMOIRS OF AN AFRICAN HOUSEMAID

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Follow the intriguing life of a 15 year old Ladi, who has been working as a housemaid since she was 8 years old. She found love in the most unexpected places and tries to do everything in her power to hold on to that love. An emotional, heartfelt, adventurous story. Will Mudi the love of her life reciprocate that love or will she be consumed by his love? Only time will tell.

EXCERPT :
For the first time in forever, He looked at me. He did not just glanced, no! He really looked at me, like I am a human being worthy of his attention. My heart stopped, i did not know what to feel anymore. My throat was dry and my lips short of words. I could not bring myself to as as much as an ufff! I was spellbound. My brain was saying answer him you dimwit, but my voice betrayed me. My confidence all but melted away. What is this? This must be what love feels like, I'm sure of it...
Chapter one to be uploaded soon
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  1. Unknown23 January 2018 at 15:11

    More chapters please 😍😍😍😍am in love with the story

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