Novel & Cerita Im Gonna Say The N Word

Dealing with my stress, Dealing with your stress. Girl, you know. Dealing with my friends, Dealing with your friends. And you know we're Gonna get mad (the S word). Gonna get mad (the S word again!) And you know, I'm gonna make you confess. Gonna make you confess. And you know oh oh. Like I know oh oh. That you know. Oh! Like I know. Oh!

I quiz In astonishment. "Ah! Nah Madam Lisa o. She talk say make I dey learn English. Say she no like the pidgin way I dey talk. So I com start to dey watch Oyinbo film. I try ba? " He replies smiling sheepishly. (It's Madam Lisa. She said I should learn English. That she doesn't like the 'Pidgin' I speak. So i started watching English films. I tried right? *OYINBO is what Yorubas and many other Nigerians call whites*) {pidgin}

Why go to such lengths just for me not to get hurt? "Sorry, We can't do that. We saw you two being all buddy in there. What are you now? A faggot?" The guy said, clearly referring to what we did in the convenience store. I was trying to keep calm because I did not like that word at all. So like always, my mouth got me in trouble.

I would trade one more year behind bars for this moment. “What’s punk ass, Uncle Jordan?” she asked, curiosity in her gaze, making my heart churn more—in a good way. "It’s used to address bad guys like myself and my buddy behind me," I chuckled. "Use the word only when provoked, you hear me?" I reached for her plump cheek and caressed it with my cuffed hands. "I’ll be back," I told her. My voice was steady, even though something in me cracked saying it. "Don’t matter what it takes. You remember that, Amara. I’ll always come back."

Ode-fool Oponu-stupid Shey-its like a Yoruba slang used in place of right? Abeg-please Over 2000 words. I finally did it!! Our daddy's Princess for don lost today. I'm also not really good at remembering my way. Would you ever use your break to help someone? Ehh, I'll buy food on the way oo. It's not me that said you should get lost. See you next update 😘😘 Much love ❤❤and spaghetti 🍜🍜

It was the voices of some of my cohorts. Prince: Dioxidane straff this babe jor, you fit no get another opportunity o… Micheal: Dude, you only live once… Straff this babe mehn… Usman: Walahi, if na me, if I no straff this babe, make Alhaji disown me… I was just hearing in my head ‘Straff! Straff! Straff!! Straff!! Straff!! Straff!! Straff!!’ ** 😮 Jeez!!! wetin na??? Ok I don hear, ah!!!**

I pretended to think as I tapped my finger on ny chin repeatedly. "Yep" I said popping the P and continued stuffing more on my mouth. "Hey. Losers" I whipped around and saw the one and only famous jock—James Duncan with his goons taling him like a lapdog. You know, Duncan Doughnut like Dunkin Doughnut. Nevermind.

He only felt sorry for me and wanted to help. I'd apologize to him when he comes back from jail or tomorrow. If the case was actually murder as rumoured, Blake would never get out of jail! My body shivered at thought but I can't go out again, it's late and besides visitors won't be allowed again by now. Glossary (as used in the passage). Oniranu: An immoral person. Aséwó òṣì: slut or prostitute. Oyinbo: a white man/woman. Aye e ti bàjé tan!: You're in trouble.

he asked "Next week Saturday" "Wow, but we'll talk right?" He asked "Yes" I replied "Okay na" he said "but you don't look to happy about it" he added. "I am not, I don't wanna leave" I said, the anger evident in my voice "But KB, you don't have a choice" he said "I don't" I swear for a split second I almost used a cuss word "Why?" "My friends and my life is in Nigeria. I said it I no wan go Yankee" I said

Everyone here knows what Vincent is like, and if he told even one person that I was supposed to be where I belonged, no one would doubt that it was his damn command. "Because Vincent is a dick, that's why," I add, a laugh escaping my lips. My words echo in my head, and out of nowhere, I burst into a fit of laughter. The sentence didn't sound half as bad in my mind as it did when I said it out loud.