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New Book Alert! The Thing Between My Legs - by Micheal Ace


Today marks the official release of Micheal Ace's book collection.

From The Author:

This is a collection of some nonfictional short stories that make up the memories that made me. A big thank you to Stefn, for the design, the publisher, Dwarts, and people who define the space I breed in: John Chizoba Vincent, Ben Sam, Ola W. Halim, Frank Elizabeth, Aderonke Sarumi, and my sister whose growth has always been a reason for us to continue, Opeoluwa Olatunbosun.

This collection is dedicated to Bello Oriyomi. Today, 3rd May, being her birthday. A woman of strength and intellect. If there is anything I’d appreciate her for, the memories.

Here's a highlight:

This collection contains seven stories (totality of 16,000 words)
  • My end of the year speech as a stammerer
  • A slut at fifteen
  • Miseries of First love
  • The thing between my legs
  • Chronicles of Lora 
  • Blackout &
  • 7 O'clock
The Thing Between My Legs - by Micheal Ace

Micheal Ace's tells his story and that of others in a collection of non-fictions. 

How To Get A Copy

Please go through the link button below

New Book Alert! The Thing Between My Legs - by Micheal Ace

Or follow the alternate procedure:

- Transfer #100 to the bank account below.
3084739581
Oyedokun Adedotun Micheal
First Bank.

- Send your proof of payment (screenshot of the transfer) to any of these
Facebook: Micheal Ace
Whatsapp: 08166110313
Email: poetmichealace@gmail.

- Then get your copy.

Author: Micheal Ace
Publisher: Dwarts Publishers
Price: #100

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. 

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