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Sweetness: Download Links For Those Outside Nigeria


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

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

For the sake of my fans and readers outside Nigeria, here are download links to my book 'Sweetness' on Amazon Kindle, OkadaBooks and Booklify.

Amazon Links: Scroll through the list, find your country and click link.

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India: 

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. 

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