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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 placed the locket on the nearby table ,took of my clothes and proceeded to wear the kente dress. The material felt thick and luxurious against my skin.

Standing before the mirror, I admired how beautifully the vibrant yellow, red, green, and blue stripes complemented each other.

One by one,I adorned myself with the accessories: the yellow beads around my neck, wrist and ankles, the ahenema sandals .

I packed my hair into a bun securing it neatly and finally placed the crown on my head. I stepped back to take in the reflection before me.

I gasped softly. The transformation was surreal. The outfit wasn't just beautiful – it felt like it belonged to me, as though it carried generations of stories woven into this fabric.

A soft knock broke my trance. The door creaked open, and Uncle James stepped inside. He froze , his gaze fixed on me in the mirror.

"A…Anna?" He stuttered, tears welling up in his eyes. " You're back…. You really didn't die, did you?"

I frowned and for some time, I thought there was something wrong with Uncle James. But then I realized he must be traumatized with my mom's death.

The raw emotion in his voice shook me . Clearing my throat, I turned to face him. "Mmm… mmm Uncle, it's Anaya, not Anna–my mother."

His expression faltered ,in embarrassment. "Oh…it's you Anaya," he scratched his head looking down as he quickly wiped away his tears.

" You were taking so long, I came to check on you. When I didn't find you in your room, I figured you'd be here." He paused before adding " Let's get going . It's only Ruth at home.

I closed my eyes and sighed " Ah Ruth again" I nodded " Alright. Please give me a few minutes to change."

Uncle James stepped out, closing the door behind him. I quickly changed out of the Kente, folding it carefully and placing it in my bag. As I turned to leave , my gaze fell on the locket on the table .

I picked it up, opening it once more to study the pictures of my Family members. A wave of emotion washed over me as I fastened the locket around my neck. It's weight was light, but it felt deeply significant, like carrying a piece of Grandma and my mother with me.

I hesitated at the door, turning back to take one last look at Grandma Ama's room. My heart ached with longing, the familiar scent of Neem still lingering in the air.

" Goodbye Grandma," I whispered softly, letting the words hang in the quite room.

With a heavy heart, I left, closing the door behind me.

GOODBYE GRANDMA