Abubakari Ii Novels & Stories

Kemi lives in Ibadan, I woke up the following day to go to Ibadan to visit my friend and at least escape the “Villian” at home; I meant uncle, Barry. I packed a few clothes and took the necessary items to go with me. I was quite excited to travel. The fun on the way, buying refreshments, and seeing different sights made me glad. I love adventure and was willing to explore the city of Ibadan. It used to be the third-largest city in Africa but later became the second-largest city after Cairo in Egypt

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

Sport hours was currently in progress and the captain of the soccer team was already making him feel the wrath of his ever growing ego. Tunde Badmus famously known as ‘TB’ was a spoilt brat powered by nothing but arrogance, ego and the fact that his father was the Lagos State Commissioner of Police. Anywhere he went he tried his best to make sure he was the center of attraction because the fool was in his final year at senior high and he had done everything possible to become the captain of soccer which was the most prestigious sport in the school. He was also the president of the social club, the leader of the debate team and he dated the hottest girl in school who was the current head girl

’ he asked, his gaze flicking back to Abdullah. ‘This is Abdullah al Bakir, Sheikh of a northern desert tribe and Sheikh Omer Ibrahim’s older brother. He is the rightful heir to the throne of Dubai.’ Amira felt the sudden surprise tense Abdullah’s body, felt it in herself. She’d spoken with a certainty she felt right through her bones.

Yeye Omo quickly comes to her feet, followed by Iya Agba who first founders on the stool nearly falling on the floor before standing. “Welcome my lord.” Yeye Omo etches a bow as a man materializes before them. Iya Agba echoes Yeye Omo’s greetings, also bowing, while Kudaisi stand there and study him. Busari Egiri, the man who has lived centuries. He wears a white top, buba, and short, Sokoto, and he looks middle aged despite the full white hairs on his head and beards. A heavy white shawl lay on his left shoulder, with a small white sack by his hip with its strap across his body, and he holds a small white staff in his right hand.

Her mother sighed, wondered how to start this story that left distaste in one's mouth. "Do you know B.B Bakura?" Their faces changed at the supposedly unrelated question the old lady asked. "Have you no eyes?" She asked harshly in Hausa making the recipients of her words flinch. They had eyes, they just had never put that kind of two and two together. "Can you not see that nose Labeebah is carrying around is a replica of that Kanuri boy B.B Bakura?" Labeebah's aunt blinked over and over like a doll, wondering how her sister ever even entangled herself with the current Vice President.

Part I When you have everything, what could you possibly desire? CHAPTER ONE His Royal Majesty, Pierre Paul Abutu Ph.D (Honoris Causa), JP, the current Attah of Igala and a native of Igalamela-Odolu Local Government Area of Kogi State, Nigeria, is my name. This is my story, and these are my love affairs.

Mrs Habiba said trying her possible best to control her own tears "Am not crying, I just" Gogo Ramatu could not complete her statement because she was choked by her own tears. Tehzeeb and Gogo Ramatu where busy crying that Umma could not help but joined them because she couldn't hold it anymore and that was how Hajiya Kaltumi and Mallam Audu came to meet them. Hajiya Kaltumi joined them in crying, it's was Baba that did everything for the corpse to be taken to there house for Aisha's final bath before she will be be taken to her destination ___________________________

He snapped his finger in my direction and continued typing. Abuja is the capital city of Nigeria. It is located in the centre of the country within the federal capital territory. It is the second state that consists of the second highest population after Lagos. The state is defined by Aso rock. The president and top politicians reside in the Aso villa. The state is mostly dominated by the northerners. "I'm afraid not sir, parties are not really my things." "I don't need it to be your thing." He slammed his fist on his table making everything on it reverberate. "I need you to fly with me because your job demands it. Understood?" He snapped.

This made them look away not knowing that he was an evil person. Funmilayo gave birth to two of her last sons, Bukola and Nicholas outside the capital. However, when they became boys their father usually took them to the capital to train them to become like his first son, Robert Junior. But when they proved untrainable, he sent them back to live with their mother. Funmilayo named her second son Bukola because he has dark skin like his mother, and was almost as beautiful as her, like a woman. She also named him Bukola to remind herself that she has a culture and language somewhere in Africa, even though she was born, brought up, and married in the white man's land. Hence, apart from the mothe