I M Gonna Say The N Word Novels & Stories

What makes you think that’s how I plan to say hello to you? P: Well, excuse my assumption. I can understand if you aren’t interested. My apologies N: I will be there with bells on….. P: Or with nothing on….. N: LOL!! I gotta go to work. P: Text me later. ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝

Miller. No one is as big as my daddy's cock. No one.

He said. “My name is N” I tell him. He sucks his teeth. “You’re saying my name is bad, when your name is just a letter. What does the N stand for?” He asks. “I don’t know” I replied. “I rest my case” he said. “So why are you here? No one invited you to the Owanbe. What happened to the woman you were with?” She asks in a deadpan tone.

Igbo was the best language to pray in for me because it was native for me and I felt like it brought me closer to God. “chineke di n'elu igwe, a na m eche nwannem nwanyi n'iru gi. biko ahapụla ya. ọ tara ahụhụ nke ukwuu ugbua. ọ banyela ịwa ahụ ugbu a. nyere ya aka ka ọ lụọ ọgụ wee si na ya pụta na ndụ, nke ọma na edobere n'aha Jizọs. Amen (God in heaven, I present my sister before you. please don’t forsake her. she has suffered so much already. she has gone into surgery now. help her fight and come out of it alive, well and fixed in Jesus name, Amen)” I prayed.

“I am… I am gonna demote that… that mother… sucker in my life.” “You mean motherfucker?” “Exactly.” I smiled, an awkward one. “I’m gonna… uh kick his ass. Not literally, okay? Figuratively since I know violence ain't welcome here and I wasn't raise a violent person--" I paused when Big John raised both of his brows. Damn it, it wasn't working! I cleared my throat and put my hand down. "I mean I uhm gonna kick his ass by uh telling him he’s a… he’s a…" My forehead creased. "What’s the word again?"

More like a daring, nonchalant act. He pushes the boy before the ball away and stands before it. He sets himself to kick the ball, and my eyes twitch in annoyance. My brain running around ways to get him punished if he shoots the ball. "What are you gonna do if I shot it? "He questions and all eyes turn to me. I smile and cross my arms. "Are you scared? You should be. "I reply, and the students around begin to murmur. "She get mind o. "I hear someone comment in broken English. A way we Nigerians often talk when we don't want to speak correct English or our native dialects. What the person said, means, I'm brave.

she replied glancing at the side mirror. ‘I’m not lazy,” I scoffed. “Really?” she dragged, “Miss ‘I’ll have a whole Eminem concert in the shower before school’ ’” “It’s NF,” I countered, sipping on my coffee. “Please child, all those white rappers sound the same,” she replied.

I need to leave for school now" I said and got into my car. Zendaya!!! All these insults are happening because of you. I will not rest until I see you under my feet. It's a promise.

Efa walks in “well done ma, Good evening ma” she greets almost at her kneels, she glares at her with a frown “how may I help you?” she grunt “I’m here to see Chinasa” meekly, knowing really well, Nnenna was never going to take it lightly with her, knowing how much she abhorred seeing her “Take a look at yourself, how do you describe this you wore”. gaze her from up to down. frowned “you're no different with those sluts in the street” Nnenna said not minding what that word would sound to her. she turned back to what she was doing

she yelled in my face " I'm sorry aight, It wasn't entirely my fault " I said " who's fault was it then huh? Who? -no one but me right? ,no I shouldn't have been hanging around with guus too much? What? -or maybe I shouldn't have worn a very tight jean that night! WHAT?" SHE Yelled again making me sigh " you shouldn't have put your trust in the niggas you trusted " I finally managed to say what i've been holding for so long