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About me

 

Hi, I’m Bariduura Lois ðŸŒ¸
A storyteller, creative, and entrepreneur who believes words have the power to heal, inspire, and connect.

I’ve always been drawn to stories—whether through writing, listening, or sharing them aloud. Over time, I’ve learned that storytelling isn’t just about putting words on a page; it’s about creating companionship, sparking imagination, and leaving readers with a piece of yourself.

Beyond storytelling, I run a fully remote company where I help people shape their careers, connect with opportunities, and grow. I’m passionate about kindness, respect, inclusivity, innovation, and creativity—values that guide everything I do.

My Short Fables is my personal space, where I share short stories, reflections, and life-inspired tales. Some will make you laugh, others will make you think, and a few may even stay with you long after reading.

At the heart of it all, I write to build a genuine writer–reader friendship with you. Welcome to my world of words—I’m glad you’re here ❤️

With love,
Lois

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