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In The shoreline prophecy , Anaya Assey’s life is upended when she moves in with her estranged uncle James and his daughter Ruth. Haunted by strange dreams and an unsettling sense of a dark force lurking, Anaya soon learns that her family’s history is anything but ordinary. Ruth, sweet on the surface but hiding a deeper, more sinister side, becomes a constant mystery to Anaya, and a potential threat to everything she holds dear.

As Anaya navigates the strange new dynamics of her family, she uncovers buried secrets, spiritual tests, and dangerous plots that threaten to tear apart everything she’s ever known. But with the power of faith and the guidance of her late Grandma Ama, Anaya must find the strength to stand firm against the darkness closing in around her. Will she be able to uncover the truth behind her dreams and Ruth’s cryptic behavior before it’s too late? Or will the shadows of the past consume her future?

A gripping tale of faith, family, and destiny, The shoreline prophecy  invites readers into a world where the spiritual and earthly realms collide, and where one woman’s courage can change everything.


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THE SHORELINE PROPHECY

I nodded and took the porridge. It tasted bland, but uncle James kept encouraging me to take more. I forced a few more spoons down, but my mind drifted to Grandma Ama's porridge.

It was our favorite, and it was a recipe from Ghanaland. ( moori koko) ( meaning porridge made from corn) She made it with milled corn and added negro pepper for a fragrant touch. The mere thought of it brought bittersweet memories.

This porridge, however, was nothing like grandma's. The taste made my stomach churn. I rushed to the washroom, leaning over the sink as everything came back up. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back was unfamiliar –puffy eyes, messy hair, and a face worn with grief.

My Grandmother's death was taking a toll on me.

A soft knock broke my thoughts. I opened the door to find uncle James standing there, concern etched on his face.

" Hey are you ok?" He asked gently.

" yeah," I replied though my voice was shaky. "I just … need to get out of here. The scent in this place is making me nauseous."

MOORI KOKO