Loved Oh

There was no month as beautiful as the month of March. At least not in Nigeria. And not to the best of my knowledge. The best day in the month of March was the twelfth—the day I was born. A day I celebrated every year since I smelt freedom. And of all the ones I’d experienced, this was the best. My thirty-first birthday. similar book

The previous year, I had been down with malaria, depriving me of enjoying my thirtieth birthday. My thirtieth birthday party had been a small one organized by my best friend in my apartment Download for free bellow

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