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Sois mon paradis

Come….

🎶 Love me like you do

Ellie Goulding

They say you’re a dreamer. It is not a compliment. They wanna box me. They live in a cocoon and follow a prescribed way of life they’ve come to regard as normal. But you tell me, what would you do if you had the power to turn your wildest dreams to reality? Would you run and hide, or would you close your eyes and surrender to the wind?

They say you’re too deep. It’s a fact you cannot deny. They wish for me to be basic. They sell you fairytales of happily ever after and when you tell them you’ve been to forever one too many times they tell you to live in the moment. But you tell me, would you throw caution to the wind for a fleeting moment that does not speak the language of your soul?  Or would you rather wait for the one who sets your soul on fire?

They say they love you. You don’t feel it. It’s a trap dressed in fool’s gold and it reeks of cheap promises. A white picket fence and a thornless rose garden. But you tell me, would you settle for luxe when you only come alive in the jungle?  Wouldn’t you rather create your own universe, a place where the only rule that applies is the one that brings heaven to you?

There’s always hope for the one who once touched the sky. A packed suitcase in the corner for a journey that might never take flight. Jumping castles might get you off the ground but baby, there’s no home on earth for the one who’s feet once touched heaven.

Mon amour, le paradis est un état d’esprit

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SONS OF VICTOR – CHAPTER SIXTEEN

NDFP Headquarters

Milton unleashed war on his people at the NDFP headquarters the moment news about the ruling YDFP front man William Mwanza hit the newsstands. Broken chairs, broken glass, broken computer hardware, and overturned tables littered the floors of the head office.

Every member of the central committee sitting at the table in the conference room was at the edge of his or her seat, ready to take flight in case the wounded Buffalo turned his rage on them. Milton kept pacing around the room, visibly agitated and sweating from the sheer force of having to contain his rage in order to have a productive meeting. Most importantly, there were no more objects left to break.

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Sons of Victor – Chapter Fifteen

  • LUSAKA PROVINCE MINISTER MAKES SHOCKING ANNOUNCEMENT
  • PROVINCIAL MINISTER OF LUSAKA WILLIAM MWANZA ANNOUNCES HE HAS A 20 YEAR OLD SON
  • SHOCKING! LUSAKA MINISTER REVEALS EXISTENCE OF 20 YEAR OLD SON
  • LIKE FATHER LIKE SON: MEET THE SECRET SON OF LUSAKA’S MINISTER WILLIAM MWANZA
  • REVEALED: 20 YEAR OLD SECRET SON OF MINISTER OF LUSAKA
    • WILLIAM MWANZA REVEALS SECRET AFFAIR THAT RESULTED IN BIRTH OF A SON
  • INTRODUCING IRVIN KAMANGA: A MINISTER’S WELL-KEPT SECRET
  • THE WOMAN AT THE CENTER OF LUSAKA MINISTER’S SCANDAL

Mara gave up reading through the long list of tabloid and media headlines her team had compiled for her after their press release went viral. She threw the tablet on the passenger seat and reversed into her parking spot at Eris-Harmonia.

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Sons of Victor – Chapter Fourteen

For some parents, children are considered a blessing from some type of god. They’re meant to be loved and protected. Unfortunately for William Mwanza, his parents were not most people. His mother Joyce Chama had used a pregnancy to trap a millionaire’s son. The most motherly thing Joyce ever did for her young infant was shove a breast in the boys mouth a few minutes after he was born to shut him up. His father Victor Mwanza had used the product of that same pregnancy to exert revenge on the woman who had trapped him into a loveless marriage.

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Sons of Victor – Chapter Thirteen

“You’re not in-love with me Sonia,” Irvin said, stressing every syllable in an attempt to drive the point home. They were still parked in the middle of Great East Road, but fortunately for them, there was little to no traffic to worry about. Still, Irvin put the car back into drive, silently praying for the long day to finally come to an end.

“Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot feel?” Sonia countered. She wiped her tears with her hands and reclined her seat as if she had no care in the world. Irvin looked at her for a few seconds, shook his head in disbelief and then turned his attention back on the road.

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Sons of Victor – Chapter Twelve

“How are we doing on the YFDP front?” The sixty-five year old veteran politician Milton Kapaso wasted no time kick-starting the meeting with his party minions on the evening of Wednesday. He noisely pulled back the seat at the head of the table and carelessly slumped his four hundred pound weight into the huge black leather chair specifically tailored for him.

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