american dream
By Nonyelum Ekwempu

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He sprinkled holy water on my head and rang his bell in circles seven times.. In the middle of the prayer, I looked up at my mother and noticed that happiness had suddenly descended on her. I had been sick with malaria for seven days, and for those seven days she’d worn sadness as clothes. Her sadness turned into panic. Panic turned to anguish when she found me foaming at the mouth and shaking without control. But as the prophet blessed me, the corners of her mouth were turned up and her face glowed with optimism. Noticed an error in this book? Send a mail to to report it

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