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RolaDiva:
I go update soon.....thanks for following......

Ok

RolaDiva:
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Na so we see am o

When is the next update ma'am

billynoni:
.....#change-begins-with-oga-cyber5

naxo ma brother, oya tiri gbosa for you.

AustinBlinks:
Free world huh? tel dat to d niccur dem take acid rinse hin face ontop gurl. Lolz..... Anyways, Good job on "Story of hope" Twas very nice bro

Bro, am not wicked o, can't fall a bro hand ahh, i am a easy going guy. Mark my words
And thanks on the compliment, i really appreciate that.

Thos one is strong; Olagbara

billynoni:
AustinBlinks run to safety ooooooo,if you know what that statement mean...................Oga cyber5,i hail oooo

nothing go happen na

AustinBlinks:
Lolz. B4 nko... I don pick race since, leave shoe for ground...

my brother, shey u no be man, abegi enter room o, its a free world

Una Well-done o

RolaDiva:
Happy sunday........

Nice 1.........

Hope you went to church sha.......

Thank you ma and of course i went to church

Oyinprince:
Well-done bro, nice one

thank you sir

Ekule oooo, AdeDhayor ti de ooo meanwhile everybody enjoy the attached file, my favourite collection of quotes.... Off to download E-books

A STORY OF HOPE

By AdeDhayor (CyBer5)
adedayoadebayo746@gmail.com
dhayoralabi@gmail.com

On a very cold morning in a concentration camp at Germany during 1942. A young man looked through a barbed wire fence and saw a girl who he thought
was beautiful as sunlight itself.

The young woman spotted him too and that instant her heart leaped up. Wanting to express her feelings, she threw a red apple over the fence and somehow the apple brought him Life and
Hope. As the young man picked up, a ray of sunshine illuminated his dark world.

The angelic face, the timid
smile and beautiful laughter of the young woman lingered in his mind and replayed in his memory.
The next day, he was eager to see her again.

When he approached the fence,
to his delight there she was waiting for the young man who touched her heart, she stood there with another red apple in her hand. It was extremely cold and the freezing wind moaned sadly, despite that two hearts warmed by love as the red apple crossed the fence. The pleasant incident repeated itself for several days until a day came.

One day, the young man announced with a sad expression “Don’t bring me another apple tomorrow. I won’t be here
anymore; they are sending me to
another concentration camp”.

That afternoon, the boy left with a broken heart. From that day on, the beautiful image of the girl would fill his mind during moments of sorrow; her eyes, her smile, the few words they
exchanged, the red apple that
brought hope to his life, for him it was more than just a spark of joy in the midst of unending sorrow. His family perished in the war and his life was nearly destroyed, but yet even in the darkest hours, the image of thegirl with a timid smile brought him joy, love,
courage and hope.

Days passed, weeks passed, months passed, years passed and one day in the United States, two adults met by chance in a
restaurant and began to talk
about general events and one thing led to the other, before they knew it they began to talk of their lives. “Where were you during the war?” The woman asked. “I was in a concentration camp in Germany”. Replied the man.
The woman with a sad smile on her face said “I remember throwing red apples over a fence to a young man who was also in a
concentration camp.

With his heart in his throat, the man stammered “And did that young man say to you one day ‘Tomorrow don’t bring me
another apple, because they are
sending me to another concentration camp?”.

With a surprised look on her
face she said “Yes, but How could you have known that”.
Looking into her eyes as if he was gazing at a star, he said “I was that young man”

Then came a moment of silence, some many memories, so much nostalgia such joy at seeing her again, the woman that brought him love and hope.
The words almost refused to come out, but he went on “They separated me from seeing, but I never lost the hope of seeing you again. Will You Marry Me?”

As he held her close, she whispered in his ear, “Yes, yes and a thousand times yes…

THE END

With Credits to Alenjandro Bullon; I’ve always enjoyed every of your works. And special thanks to RolaDiva and OyinPrince