cgraven
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I am Looking for a female writer for the following story concept. If interested or want more info pleas PM me.
cgraven
East of Sudan
The Sudan lies at the head of the Nile where the Blue Nile joins the main stream of the river. In the days of the Pharos, it was Nubia. Then it was the land of Islam, the garden of Ala where men are tempted. Yet out of all the names that Sudan has born there has been one constant, the slave trade. It is a land where the most prized slave was from the north. Women with light fair complexions, hair like spun gold or blazing copper. Their youth and beauty were highly prized.
This was the land of the Mardy, Pasha General Gordon, the fall of Kartoom. Yet that was the past, Sudan was now a British protectorate. The Mardy was no more; Pasha Gordon was a dead hero. Many things had changed but try as they may the British could not break the slave trade.

Pasha Sulaman of Balashi had advertised for a European Governess to teach his young children. He had received a letter from a Miss Johnson enquiring about the position. He had responded that the position paid $1,000.00 a month due to the remote location of his palace. The palace sat in the dry arid land of eastern Sudan. The Palace offered all the comforts that a European would expect. He now awaited her response.
Pasha Sulaman wondered two things was this Miss Johnson a weathered old crown, or an attractive young beauty. He of course hoped she was the latter.
cgraven
East of Sudan
The Sudan lies at the head of the Nile where the Blue Nile joins the main stream of the river. In the days of the Pharos, it was Nubia. Then it was the land of Islam, the garden of Ala where men are tempted. Yet out of all the names that Sudan has born there has been one constant, the slave trade. It is a land where the most prized slave was from the north. Women with light fair complexions, hair like spun gold or blazing copper. Their youth and beauty were highly prized.
This was the land of the Mardy, Pasha General Gordon, the fall of Kartoom. Yet that was the past, Sudan was now a British protectorate. The Mardy was no more; Pasha Gordon was a dead hero. Many things had changed but try as they may the British could not break the slave trade.
Pasha Sulaman of Balashi had advertised for a European Governess to teach his young children. He had received a letter from a Miss Johnson enquiring about the position. He had responded that the position paid $1,000.00 a month due to the remote location of his palace. The palace sat in the dry arid land of eastern Sudan. The Palace offered all the comforts that a European would expect. He now awaited her response.
Pasha Sulaman wondered two things was this Miss Johnson a weathered old crown, or an attractive young beauty. He of course hoped she was the latter.
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