Wisdom Emmanuel's Books
MY LITTLE JOHN
John wasn't little. Not anymore. He wasn't six years old clinging to his mother's hand in the bustling marketplace, wide-eyed at the sights and smells. He wasn't eight, dreaming of no adventure under the starlit sky, whispering tales of pirates and dragons to his teddy bear. He wasn't even the scrawny fourteen-year-old who'd run away to sea feeling so scary,neither was he trapped by stories of faraway lands and hidden treasures, John was a boy with visions and great adventures who was willing to face and overcome obstacles of life
THE LITTLE JOHN
John wasn't little. Not anymore. He wasn't six years old, clinging to his mother's hand in the bustling marketplace, wide-eyed at the sights and smells. He wasn't eight, dreaming of adventure under the starlit sky, whispering tales of pirates and dragons to his teddy bear. He wasn't even the scrawny fourteen-year-old who'd run away to sea, lured by stories of faraway lands and hidden treasures.