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New Book Alert: Walking Through Memory Lane | by Inufin Ayomide d'great


Here's a new one from one of Nigeria's fine fingered fellows. He's a poet passionate about modern day poetry, painting with words, societal happens and real life trends.

Tittle: Walking Through Memory Lane
Author: Inufin Ayomide d'great

Book Price: #500
Genre: Poetry


DESCRIPTION


This anthology is based on the mindset of the poet who took his thoughts down memory lane about things happening around him. The anthology serves as an eye opener and a doorway to enlightenment about the present day happenings. The writings centralized on self discovery, recovery, a woman's life, truelove and heartbreak, power, reality in religion, physical and spiritual psychological illumination, the realities of life, fashion, modern day trends, awareness and the likes.

This anthology is a full package of an all round life activities that shows the reality of this present time.

ABOUT AUTHOR:

Inufin Ayomide better known as Ayomide d'great is a young Nigerian writer, poet, public speaker, presenter,voice artist and lyricist. He is a graduate of the university of Ibadan with a bachelors degree in library and information science. His writings edifies modern day poetry and they're based on societal happenings and real life trends. He has received a few notable online awards in poetry and a few in other fields. He has collaborated with both writers within Nigeria, outside Nigeria and beyond the landmark of Africa.

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