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New Book Alert! Sweetness - a collection of poems by Stefn Sylvester



It's my pleasure to announce the official launch of my second collection of poems 'Sweetness'.  All thanks goes to God, who's the first poet and punster ever liveth, never dieth.

About Book:


Sweetness is an affectionate name for someone I loved. She was everything sweet, so much I always nod my head (as if saying hello), along with an elongated blink of her eyes, while pouting out her lips slightly for kisses we ne'er had. 


‘Sweetness’, a collection of 43 poems was birthed from a series of poems I scribbled while the ripple effect of a sweetness overdose lasted. 

Like you already know, I wouldn't serve sour wine. This is a rich collection of 43 poems narrating the rise and fall of love like tidal waves on a long journey to sweetness. 

It's a mixture of WOW! AWN! and AW! A great read, I guarantee you.

Appreciation:

Special thanks to my family who has supported me immensely. Much love! 

My gratitude goes to my mentor Phunso Oris for professionally editing and proofreading this book even when I made him do so under duress. 

Special thanks to Jide Badmus, you're a brother indeed. Thanks for the final editing and reviews. You did a great work even in a short notice.

Comments:


"Bold, beautiful and blissful poems! Themes well crafted, sensuously satisfying, without overburdening the thematic conceit."  - Funso Oris


"Reading SWEETNESS is like snacking on a plate of heart-shaped candies. The language employed in these short delectable verses is simple; and the message is like a kiss-stamp on a pink postcard. This collection of poems promises to take you on a tour of lyrical beaches to see beautiful sunsets. The imagery is vivid, easily relatable! This book will make you yearn for love and the sweetness of romance." - Jide Badmus (Author, There is a Storm in my Head)

Sweetness is edited by Funso Oris and Jide Badmus and published by Prose & Poetry Hood.


How To Get A Copy:

Click any of the following links:

Okadabooks: http://bit.ly/2ryaXO7


Booklify: http://booklify.ng/books/book_page.php?bid=591

Or follow the alternate procedure:

- Transfer #200 to the bank account below. To order for the eBook:
pay into:
ANYATONWU STEPHEN O.
3118209817
FIRST BANK
- Send your proof of payment (screenshot of the transfer) to any of these:
Facebook: Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu
Whatsapp: 07064982214
Email: stefnsylvester772@gmail.com

- Once receipt of payment is confirmed, I'll send you a dedicated link to download the book.

PS: Please do not share this book with anyone upon purchase. Send them the link and let them have it the right way. May your efforts never be made futile in life. 







See   all     books         by     Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu          at www.stefnsylvester.com/books-by-stefn



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