Najimi Ajimu Age Novels & Stories

"I am Xander Andrews. A straight A student. A web designer, I am extraordinarily creative and competitive. I hate stupid people, and people who think too highly of themselves." "What a show off." Someone said. "Aminat Akash, that is my name. I am a content writer. I speak five different languages. I am known as a genius, I don't lose, I was never brought up to lose out. I am a good swimmer." Ami said proudly. "Seems like Jemima has found a competitor." A guy with blonde hair said, I could see he was checking out Ami. "Shut up Jordan." The girl who called us rough and unkept said. Oh, I guess her name is Jemima.

Jumia is fair in complexion, he is a bit chubby, his hair and beard are black, and he has a dark brown eye and a broad-shaped face. “Bring out your English textbook and turn to page fourteen" We did as he said before the principal called him to her office.

My eyes met with the familiar brown orbs of the person I was avoiding, he grinned, smirking devilishly. "Hiding from someone bitch?" He asked, grabbing on to my arms tightly. I kept mute, Jamaal derives pleasure in hurting me. Jamaal Amir Haidar was the sex god of Crown high school, captain of the football team. Mr drop dead gorgeous, ever fresh, good looking and proud. What else could I describe him with, obnoxious, proud, why shouldn't he be proud. His mum has the largest boutiques and shopping malls in the world, his father Minister Haidar, a very respected sheikh was the minister of finance.

I looked for personal pictures of him and family but I couldn’t find any, so I had to make do with the ones of him on the field. I made it a habit to leave work at the office when coming back home but today, happily did work at home. I learned all there was to know about Jam Timi Nkwain. Born on 25th February 1987 to Mr Atah Collins Nkwain a native of the Kom Tribe in Cameroon and Mrs Alexa Turner a British citizen. One sibling, Aaliyah Nsang. Retired last year because of a leg Injury which included a broken left Fibula and an open dislocation on his left ankle. His career started when he was 18 and he was at its peak when he had the unfortunate accident.

They laughed simultaneously like it was a sort of joke while pointing at me and whispering among themselves. "Enough!" Jumoke snapped. A dead silence ensued immediately which stunned me to the bone. Was Jumoke their boss or something? These grown women surely didn't want to snag at her bad side. "Jumi, no vex (don't be angry)." The short one apologised. "Pelummi, no be laughing matter. Is that taken?" "Yes ma," she said nervously. I did not doubt that Jumoke was their boss. "Ada is now a part of our movement. She is seventeen now. I'm sure she will be the best thanks to her youth." She winked at me. "The only thing she needs is training and she'd be the best bitch in the market," Jumoke anno

Aslan was taking her out for sightseeing, and she wanted to look her best. At 5'6, Najmah stood with doll-like features which were her most significant assets. Her body sat in between slender and curvy which was an advantage on her part as she's able to work any outfit she wore. Her shoulder length African hair which she had used a lot of years taking care of it with natural oils was tied back into a bun, giving her oval-shaped face a sharp look.

He had finished the content in the cup and was refilling it for the third time. “Yes, I am not a warrior, but that doesn’t mean that I am a kid. Umuagu is just a day walk from here.” Erima corked the water and returned it back to Nnamdi. “Well, I’m going to meet my mother’s sister, Nneka.” “What? You mean the greatest swordswoman on the earth is your aunty?” Nnamdi exclaimed. A different expression lined his dark skin. A surprised one. “Yes she is” Erima replied.

She began to believe it the day they went back home; her dad had lost all hope. "We can't keep running, Amina! He will find us everywhere we go!" He had said to her mother while leaning on the counter of their kitchen table. The girl had stood leaning against the door, eavesdropping. The youngest had her eye peeking through the keyhole. Her sisters; Nandi who was twenty nine working as programmer for a local company studies and she was due to marry her fiance, her college sweetheart and Harley youngest, was twenty one and completing her university

With trembling hands and a release of air, she slowly opened the file and the picture that looked right at her made her freeze for a moment before she was able to compose herself to read the details about him. Name: Adewunmi Oladeji D.O.B: 3 August 1979 Height: 168cm Weight: 110lb Age: 42 years old Crime: Not found. History: Presently a sales accountant in Devan Ltd Beyond shock was an understatement to how she was feeling at the moment. Deji? The one who kidnapped Daniella? She couldn’t believe it even though she had a slight clue about it but it still shocks her to the depths so looked up at the officers with a frown on her face.

CHAPTER ONE Old building detachable to another, Amina and Fatima seen in front of an old bungalow, they wore hijab. sits on a pavement chatting in Hausa language. Fatima third wife of late Mr Ahmed Gowon. a Muslim man, a retired soldier. She was given to marriage at a very tender age, she’s at her thirty. Amina friend, Fatima's best friend