I didn’t write Cancer in Paradise to entertain. I wrote it because silence was becoming too comfortable—for everyone.
What the characters go through in the novel is real. Every chapter is a scar someone carries. Every death, every exile, every silence—they all happened. They still happen.
This story was born from hunger. From families burying loved ones. From voices erased. From banners with smiling faces covering the smell of decay. From the screams no one heard.
Most of the world turned the page. But I decided to write one.
This book exists for those who had to flee their homes, who crossed jungles barefoot, who were mocked for leaving, and forgotten for surviving. It’s for those who stayed behind and made themselves smaller just to stay alive.
I don’t name the country, because it could be yours next.
If Cancer in Paradise feels dangerous, it’s because the truth inside it is.
Thank you to everyone reading, sharing, or simply feeling what this story holds. You’re not alone in this.
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