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BOOK PUBLISHED: TEARS IN MY EYES by OLOLADE AKINLABI IGE.

GENRE: NOVELLA



Synopsis.

                     TEARS IN MY EYES

     The anxiety for sex prompted the award winning and young Nigerian poet (Ololade Akinlabi Ige) to sharpen the keen mouth of his pen to write the novella: TEARS IN MY EYES. This is a book for everyone to read.
The pains and agony the main character in the novella went through were meant to awake the conscience of the wicked being. 

     Ariyo is a beautiful lady. Eyes cannot deny that. She is a product of rape but she leaves behind her worries knowing fully well that the world is good for no one. But she feels it is very stupid if she eventually falls victim of what led her to life. She tries to always avoid intimate relationship with boys because she knows quite well that boys often come with different missions in which most of the time their common mission is sex, sex and sex.
     But we are all human being, this heart needs a companion. So it is for Ariyo who unconsciously loves Ayo. Ayo loves her as well. But this issue of no sex before marriage brings about the climax. Though Ayo consented to Ariyo’s wish that there will be no sex before marriage yet the intimidation Ayo encounters from friends, that, he has to taste what he wants to buy or else Ariyo will leave her. Ayo is in a state of dilemma. He had severally been jilted by ladies who believed he wasn’t romantic in any way. Ayo is confused. His friends pressurize him more and call him a coward.

What did Ayo eventually do? Was he able to escape the temptation?
 Remember Ariyo is a product of rape. Did she fall victim of what led her to life?  Were they able to keep to the agreed term of no sex before marriage? Get a copy of this intriguing  novella by Ololade Akinlabi (Nominee Nigeria Writers Award 2017).

Get a copy of ‘TEARS IN MY EYES;’ an intriguing novella by an award winning writer: Ololade Akinlabi Ige (Nominee Nigeria Writers Award 2017).
See details below.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR



Akinlabi Ololade Ige hails from Ibadan, Oyo state. He is a graduate of Obafemi Awolowo University where he studied Estate Management. 

He was a nominee for Nigeria Writers Award 2017 (Poetry category). He was one of the certificated poets for Commonwealth Youth Council poetry contest titled: ‘IAmAble’. A two time winner of Poet in Nigeria (PIN) 10-day poetry challenge, he was one of the selected winners for Afritalk poetry contest 2016. He was the winner of ‘Citadel’ poetry duel (December 2016). In 2017, he was the second runner-up in Youth Shades international poetry contest. 

He is the author of WORDS FROM THE LITERARY CHAMBER, a collection of poems. His poems have been featured on some blogs and sites out of which are: penmind, pulse.ng, villa45 among others. His poem also featured in Youth shades international magazine, October 2016 and Irawo poetry anthology; hard copy.

do you want to buy the book?
before you do that, read what some people said about the book.


                     COMMENTARIES 

 Adeola : The reality of the story cannot be overemphasized. It is beautiful, it is reaching, it is sad and it is raw. It has lessons.

Thank you for sharing feelings for the rape victims. Thank you for sharing your good work. 
 I've learnt. I can reflect it in my works too. It's good to read. Thank you


Olaseni: The story is really electrifying. I almost cried before my sense told me it was an ordinary story. It's more than intriguing and thematic as it was advertised... 

I really enjoyed it.  I didn't waste my money at all.  Even if I should buy it for #1000, it is worthwhile. The story is superb. You're really good...


Pelumi: The novella painted my eyes with tears, but I later brushed it off. It is suspense filled and really intriguing.


Anonymous: I'd like to commend you for this work; this is absolutely and extremely brilliant. I appreciate the imagery in it which portrays the theme of the text.

Well done sir more power to your elbow.


Jumoke:  You almost made tears come out of my eyes at the end of the story until I reminded myself that it's just a fiction by Ololade. Words will fail me to describe the way the story is captivating and full of suspense.

Wao! You write like you were not born like others. As if you were a supreme being.


                  HOW TO GET THE BOOK

Being a self-publication, the book is a soft copy (pdf). It is very easy to read on your phone and PC/Tablets, Pad.... A copy is #500. 

Each buyer is entitled to a free copy of Poetry anthologies by Ololade Akinlabi Ige titled WORDS FROM THE LITERARY CHAMBERS and THE LIFE OF A MAN by Akinwale Peace Akindayo.


Interested buyer can transfer to any of the following account number with account name: OLOLADE AKINLABI WAHAB.

ACCESS BANK- 0724763856
STANBIC BANK- 0020413867
WEMA BANK- 0224722685.



MEANS OF DELIVERY: The book can be delivered via mail or WhatsApp.
To get the book via mail, the prospective buyer should screenshot or send a copy of evidence of the bank transaction after transferring #500 to the account number below. The proof of paymentband the full name should be sent as an attachment to ololadeakinlabi5@gmail.com or philippeace72@gmail.com which is to be subjected Tears In My Eyes and after the verification of payment, the book will be sent to the buyer without delay.

YOU CAN AS WELL get the book via WhatsApp. Send a proof of the successful transaction to +2348136750833 (Ololade) or +2348103675712 (Philip Peace) and the book will be delivered to you. 

You can also drop your comments below for questions or suggestions.
Thank you.




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