Novelas y relatos de Im Gonna Say The N Word

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 said, and he nodded. "I got that message, loud and clear," he rubbed his cheek, and I giggled. "Come on, it wasn't that painful to you," I poked his chest. "I'm allowed to pretend, okay? I assume it's a bad word." "Mhh, I guess? It just means me—my skin colour and race. We're very sensitive about that word, so you're not allowed to call me that," I said, and he nodded. "And the only reason I called Drystan that is because I was angry," I said, and he licked his lips.

Tara asked her with concern. “I was…I’m better now.” She replied nervously. “You didn’t answer her question.” Rico pointed out. “I just did so, sir!” She yelled at him. “You want to get me angry right?” Rico demanded with a low growl. “No sir.” Tiana replied, confusion etched on her face. “He hates it when that word is used on him, Tia.” Tara informed her, understanding the pup’s confusion and knowing how the ‘S’word always riled him.

“You need to know one thing, you headless cunt…” “And you really need to learn manners. You can’t come to someone’s house, unarmed, and then call them a cunt. That is super brainless of you.” I wasn’t angry. Not like I was at first when I heard him say that. I was at a point where I believed that the C word was his default when he experienced great distress.

To a strolling passerby, we'd probably look quite the joke; two teen school girls locked in a staring contest. Any other day, I'm the type of girl who nothing ruffles her feathers, and although i may not be the definition of coolness personified, or all honeyed smiles at every hand of the clock; I can't be accused of lacking self control, like ever. In Naija-speak, I'm what you'd refer to as "She no get wahala. But this babe in my face right now is getting on my nerves. Anger is infectious, same as a number of other emotions just like it. So i fire back "Yes, se-the-fuck-riously!".

“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?"

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Every and any thing bad thing is always caused by a family witch. ~°~ Glossary Bombom - A local Nigerian word used to call buttock or ass or butt. Ngbo - A Yoruba word that insinuates 'is it true' Iya ita - just a local name used to call women that are married and middle aged and still 'in town' that is acting young. Iya - mother. Don't forget to Vote and comment.

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