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When confronted by Emmanuel Abraham to write this post I was very delighted. He is one person I really respect. I never one day thought we could be this close until he walked up to me few years ago and said to me, “I see potentials in you but you must harness it or you ruin your chance of being great” Those words struck me like thunder. How did he know? I have never thought for once about myself been great or something, I just see myself as nobody, I mean as an ordinary person but since that day he spoke those words to me, I felt something in me, something unusual sprang up within me and suddenly got me thinking out of my little corner I have placed myself and started thinking real big and do you know few years later, I became what I never imagined just because a word came from an extraordinary man who can see far beyond what most humans never think was important or necessary. I must say I am most privilege to write a little about this man’s literary sense. I struggled to co...

PRESS RELEASE   Emmanuel Abraham, the prolific author has finally released his novel Paris Seduction, to the world. Now on sales worldwide in iTunes, Barnes & Noble, lulu. Synopsis Paris in a fantasy world of her own grew up stubborn and determined to live a secluded life style from the rest of her family… She never yielded to the moral instructions of her mother Molisa who never anticipated, she would raise her kids all alone after the shocking demise of her husband Eric to assassins... Paris subsequent entry into College, erupt her sexual prowess. And her stunning feminine figure got all eyes screaming for more…   As her days crept in darkness, she was forced to walk on the path of thorns by her immoral mistakes… suddenly, the lovely hand of God set her free from death on her dying bed, where she spew out a most engulfing confession…   Preview Two minutes later, she heard the front door unlocked from behind and Paris walked in slug...

The night was cold—how come he was soaked? Her thought ran wild. She noticed the oil lamp had run dry and had stopped burning too.    She stood up hurriedly, traced the oil lamp on the floor with her trembling hands in the dark and filled it blindly in the dark. Somehow, she was sure she poured some in; she shook it and convinced herself that would be enough to keep the room lit for a couple of minutes.    Ejuma became more nervous, her heart pounded rapidly against her chest region, and she felt a sharp pain spread beneath her breasts. She closed her eyes in anguish as    she fought hard to recover from the pain that had almost suddenly become incessant    within a stretch of ten seconds. She opened her eyes slowly and as the reoccurring pain departed, she forced out words again, “what do you mean foreign nightmare? I’ve not heard a thing like that before—all my life, is it a ghostly nightmare Seconds later, Okoro accepted his ...