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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to express my profound gratitude to my editor, Douglas Winslow Cooper, Ph.D., a former Harvard University professor, for his valuable contribution and support in editing this literary piece through his company, WriteYourBookWithMe.com

I also thank David Chidi Eberechi and his wife Esther Dave-Eberechi, for their financial support and encouragement offered to me which enabled me to realize this creative work of artistry.

Above all, I thank my lovely mother, Nwaiwu Juliana, and my wife, Chidinma Nwaiwu, who have helped me, encouraging me to write even when there was no hope of realizing this huge dream. Also thanks to my siblings Nwaiwu Gift, Nwaiwu Promise Nnamdi, Nwaiwu ThankGod Uchenna, Nwaiwu Temple Chizuru, Nwaiwu Confidence, Nwaiwu Happiness Chinyere, and my sister in-law Ogechi Nwaiwu and her children.

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