Bumawi English Novels & Stories

'Would that perhaps be Timbuktoo? 'Zat is one of our cities,' Aminata informed her. 'Also on ze Nigere, and so is our capital Bamako, where I live.' 'Bamako,' Amy repeated, blank once more. 'I'm sorry . . .' 'It is far off,' Aminata excused her. 'And ze connections are all to France.' Clearly it often happened that nobody had ever heard of the place. Presumably that was why she mentioned Timbuktu, because apart from the river Niger it was the only thing in Le Mali that the English had ever heard of.

“Wait, I’m coming. Let me quickly use the toilet.” Mariam nodded absent-mindedly. “Okay.” The moment Bella entered the toilet, she immediately pulled out her phone. Her fingers moved quickly across the screen as she searched. Zambia popular foods. She scrolled rapidly, reading fast. Ifisashi… nshima… She nodded quickly. “Okay… okay… I’ve got this,” she whispered to herself. A few minutes later she stepped out confidently, clearing her throat as she sat back down. “So… as I was saying,” Bella continued smoothly, pretending nothing happened, “their food is so tasty. You will think Nigerian food is good until you visit Zambia.”

Ntando: what will I get for behaving well. Ndumiso; what do you want wena mkami.? Ntando: Stop calling me mkami man you making me feel somehow and yess I want you. .Ndumiso: me.? Ntando: yeah you Ndumiso :(chuckles) okay you'll get me. Ntando smiled like a retard and Ndumiso pushed her to the dinner table everyone was there including gumede. Ntando: Saw'bona babu gumede. Gumede: yebo Ndokazi uyaphila.?

The name of the school was Ambassadors of Wisdom International School (AWIS). Ambassadors Of Wisdom International School (AWIS) was one of the best, most recognized, and most expensive schools in Maitama Abuja. The school was well equipped with the best libraries, laboratories, smart-looking students, qualified tutors, and of course a very standard structure with enough fields for the students to run around. In the front of the school gate was "WELCOME TO AMBASSADORS OF WISDOM INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL (AWIS)" written boldly. I apparently love the school immensely, anyone could tell that I love the school from the bright smile wore as we both tore the school environment.

(Bang or Abang is a nickname for a brother or elder brother or husband). "You don't have to worry about this kid! Then he gets a big head!" He glared back at Alif. "There is evidence that at this age, there is still no result of unemployment! It's not clear to go abroad, you never send money. Eh, now you don't even bring anything back! What a fool you are! What have you done in Batam? Sweep the bridge with your hair?" Babe Rojali just kept babbling. Alif becomes discouraged and upset.

" I spoke with pride seeping out with every word. If you are from where I'm from its compulsory to know Bemba or else you'll have communication breakdown. Almost everyone in Chingola knows Bemba. It's like the main mode of communication. Lots of elderly people never attended school around here, making English a little difficult for them. Don't get me wrong though, some speak fluently but the rest either aren't that bad or just don't know. It makes me happy when I find old people who want to learn to speak the white man's tongue. The smiles each of them has when they manage to say a word is just so satisfying. Despite all the good things about English, Bemba feels more natural and heavier. Yo

' 'Ka ọ dị,' said Lastborn. 'Ka ọ dị,' replied the surprised woman as she and her partner made for the door. 'So you can speak Ibo now.' Eniiyi said, her voice tinged with a streak of envy. Lastborn looked very smug. 'It's Igbo, not Ibo. And, no, I can't, but I know a few words, like ka ọ dị means bye bye.' 'Stop feeling yourself.' Eniiyi glowered. 'You're a very annoying boy.'