Abubakari Ii Novels & Stories

the old man said and walked to the right hand side. “Not taking much of our time, we all known Mrs. Yahaya Abubakar. So there is Somia Abubakar, the first born of late Yahaya Abubakar. Nibia Abubakar and Ibrahim Abubakar” The man introduced them to the directors and shareholder. “They have showed up now, so the right of their father should be given to them” There were two reporters inside the hall with them and capturing the movement live and for people at home to be seeing.

Dreadfully today we hear the declamation of this call, being carried by wind throughout the air and even inside us. The complex and paradoxical demeanor of the mystery, Abubakar Shekau is seen wearing a white caftan with a bullet proof jacket strapped across. His feet were inserted into a leather sandal that looked brandished and constantly abused by the unfavourable weathers of the North.

“Kano.” “Here.” “Lagos.” “Present.” “Awka.” “Here.” “Ibadan.” “Here.” “Imo.” “Present.” “Kaduna.” “Here.” “I am Abuja,” the voice said. “Before we start, I would like to say that the support we had from the presidency has been withdrawn.” “What, the presidency's support has been withdrawn?” Imo asked. “Yes,” Abuja replied. “I don’t understand what you mean; why then are we still here?” Lagos said.

They are already engaged and he needs to know what he's taking in as a wife. 'Taste before buying' A loony's thinking perhaps. That's the idea these days to taste what you're buying before purchase. Thus, he had no intention of letting Zeenah go even after tasting her. He loves her and not even tasting her would change that fact. But why can't she just trust him? Does she think he's trying to take away her dignity and then call of the wedding? Is that how low of him she thinks? Damn! Abubakar is also the first and only child in his family. With his parents dead since he was in junior secondary School due to car accident, he grew up with his Uncle, Malam Kabir. Who is a Nabob.

His name was Abuo and he was the greatest diviner in Igboland during his time. Abuo was due to arrive at the village square of Umuoku where most important activities were held including the coronation of a new king. Every member of the village was expected to bring a peace offering to honour the great diviner who had travelled from a far village to come to their aid. As was expected, the men and women came in groups, contributed yams, cassavas and other food crops which they handed to the village elders.

He can't steal too much from her. Finding his passport was another hard thing he went through, she hid it very well in her closet where one wouldn't think something like that exists. "Hello again, Mr. Anonymous! Good day... About the Danbazau family? Bar. Abubakar Sadiq Danbazau is a very renowned lawyer and a judge with his own growing law firm recently opened. He has four children, three males and a female, the youngest. The matriarch of the house is none other than Dr. Mariya Ishaq, the real definition of iron woman. Their three male children, Mujaheed and Mujaddad, twins and Murad, are amongst the top five youngest soldiers we have here in Nigeria. They all recently got married in a conn

He didn't hesitate to return it. "I missed my princess." He muttered in my ear and I smiled back. "I missed you too." I said and laughed, pulling away from him. "Do we need to start afresh?" My dad asked, pointing to his wife with his jaw. She didn't see it because she wasn't looking at us. "I'm Abiola, your husband's daughter." I said smiling too wide for my own good. She looked at me and smiled back. "I'm Fikayo, your dad's second wife." She replied. I rolled my eyes mentally. Who cares. I faked a smile and walked back to stand beside Konyii.

"Are you going to tell me your real motive or am I going to have to find out somewhere else?" Yusuf chuckled as he poured himself another glass. "You're more clever than you're willing to let on," he said as he brought the cup to his lips. "Have you heard of Dr Abubakar?" "Not particularly." "He's a wealthy businessman from Maiduguri, currently worth somewhere around four hundred and forty five billion naira, though unofficially" he said. "That's a lot of money for one man," Adnan said. "Indeed," Yusuf nodded as he took a sip from his glass. "He has dabbled in nearly everything, more particularly the petroleum industry. He happens to be a good friend of mine, although he lives in Kano now."

The rain intensified. Not violently. Steadily. Like a witness refusing to leave. Inside the hospital room, nobody spoke. The old woman's words remained suspended in the air. He stole it. Three simple words. Yet they had just dismantled nearly everything Damian believed about the past. For years, Chief Ibrahim Bako had been presented as the architect. The mastermind. The king. The man who built the machine. But if Aunty Ngozi was telling the truth—

Greetings sir. Garba" Evening captain. Felix "Detective, I'm assigning you both to a new case. You're both relieved of this case. Ijeoma" What's the new case sir? Felix " Haven't you heard the news? Four prominent men have been killed earlier this evening among which are Com. Badmus, Prince Adejumo of Oyo, Chief Okafor chairman of the POP congress party and lastly Alhaji Gambo member of the house of representative.