By Ishola Ubaydah

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I’d always been present. Always. I’d been there when Madam Shiela began to have dreams of starting a fashion brand. I’d been right there when we had just six loyal customers. Her dinky apartment had been our base at the time; I couldn’t count how many times the Landlord threatened to kick us out. But I remained with her. I stayed back because we had a similar vision. I remained with her because I could see a brighter future. I watched our dreams slowly morph into a reality; the HOUSE OF SHIELA suddenly became a fashion thing. And just when I thought I’d reap from all of these, Madam Shiela decided to taint the once happy story.. I helplessly watched her take the entire credit for what was predominately my designs. I sadly watched her devilishly push me out of the limelight. All of my efforts were unfortunately tossed aside. But why? She’d adamantly refused to reply. Noticed an error in this book? Send a mail to to report it

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