Book Release: The Contrast

Hello, dear friend! I'm happy to announce that a new book has arrived for your reading pleasure. The title is The Contrast. It's a collection of 10 Nigerian, Christian-themed short stories written by Praise Abraham (aka PeculiarPraise).

Finally!🥳🥳🥳 The much awaited book—The Contrast—a collection of 10 Nigerian, Christian-themed short stories is now at your doorstep.😃🤓

✨ Blurb: ✨

The beauty, and sometimes bane, of life is the contrast and diversity that flows through our system. In Nigeria, every individual has experienced his/her share of that contrast. It manifests as an invisible dividing line between good and evil. ‘The Contrast’ was written to spur you to determine which side you'll camp with. Each of the ten short stories spread across different genres set both in the present and future. The characters—villain or protagonist—mirror the human nature, especially that peculiar to Nigerians. Open these pages and be ready for an immersive experience.

The Contrast is still available at preorder price from now till 11:59 pm on 11th June 2023.🔥🤭

Those who get the book at preorder price will be eligible to join our optional affiliate program where they can earn a percentage on each sale.🤑

What are you waiting for? Preorder today for just ₦1000! By 12:00 am on 12th June, the price will revert to the original ₦1500.

Pay today into either of these accounts👇

7065379501

Praise Chidinma Abraham

Opay

1374685985

Praise Chidinma Abraham

Access bank

Send proof of payment to the author's WhatsApp number: wa.me/+2347049872100

I'll be taking you on a ride through the book. Here are snippets from the 10 short stories in the book itself.

Why not grab your copy of the book here on Selar and pabpub?

On Pabpub, you can also order your hardcopy version.

Connect with the author here.

Thank me later.

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