Najimi Ajimu Age Novels & Stories

"Of course, I couldn't even recognize him even after seeing him on video call when he called. He was just a kid when I last saw him." Richard nods with pride before turning Mrs. Nadia. "It's good to have you, Mrs. Nadia." "It's my pleasure." She smiles. "He has become very handsome and I bet a man like him has a beautiful wife..." Alhaji Amir says referring to Lexis as he chuckles. Richard's smile disappears and he frowns at Lexis. Lexis quickly looks away from his glare and smiles at Alhaji Amir. "Um...Alhaji Amir, I do not..."

Memories so strong, clear and vibrant as though they happened just yesterday. "Olajumoke or Jumi as I like to call her, was an amazing woman. We met at a book club abroad. My brother forced me to go and turns out same was her case. It was both our first time there and I guess it was all a well crafted divine plan to make us meet cause it was indeed love at first sight. Turns out she was half cast. Dad a Nigerian and mom a Canadian. She schooled abroad and had just began her career as a nurse. I on the other hand had just finished schooling in Nigeria and moved in with my big bro abroad to start a job.

Amira is Muslim and her beauty is unique. She has olive white skin, deep brown eyes, and brown hair. Judging by her actions and the way she dresses, she doesn’t follow tradition. She came from a prominent family in Mindanao, well- educated and is married to an equally prominent man. As told by my mother, she’s the youngest wife and the most favored. “I bought some fruits while waiting for Sabrina to finish her class. I didn’t know there are some happenings around here.” She was happily

A new suspicion rose in her mind. 'How old is Aminata, then?' 'Fourteen.' 'But. . .' Feeling unutterably foolish and at the same time idiotically light-hearted, Amy tried to explain herself. 'She seems so mature. So sure of herself.' 'It's true,' he admitted, 'that in Malian terms she's a fully-grown woman.' 'Well then . . .' 'Do me a favour, Amy.' Though he spoke reproachfully, something seemed to have pleased him. Whatever the test he had been putting her through, she seemed to have passed it, she couldn't think how.

“Um, are you from America?” “A small town in New York. You probably haven’t heard of it.” “Oh, you are very beautiful.” “Thank you, you too.” “Oh.” Miss Chubby chose to overlook the compliment. “My name is Najim-Seon. You can call me Naji.” “I’m Maya. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Cute, but even a little push could make you regret it for life. Be careful!” “Okay, but who’s that guy who’s been laughing nonstop? He doesn’t look scary at all, more like a class clown,” I asked, nodding toward one of the GGS members who’d been chuckling the whole time. “That’s Moch. Junaidi, but just call him MJ. He looks small, but don’t be fooled, he’s the oldest in the group. He repeated a grade here twice!” Arum said quickly, gulping her drink because her siomay was too spicy.

"But, I had sex with her first. Why should I be congratulating him, instead of the reverse being the case. ***** "I think I have to go now, I've overstayed my welcome here!" Jelnimia cried, rushing out from the room, closing the door behind her. The thought of having to sit and listen to her guilt was hard enough to bear, she wondered if she would even be able to endure it. She placed her hand on her stomach as she headed towards the landing. She took another swig of the brandy, trying to steady her racing heart rate, she thought of the baby growing inside of her, and told herself to calm down and think clearly.

He asked calmly. “Oh no not really! I’m looking for someone, his name is Nimi, Tioluwanimi Robson actually, he’s about this tall,” she said gesturing his height with her hands as she went on and on to describe him. “Relax! Slow down! I don’t get you!” The guy finally said as soon as she was done talking. “I don’t understand you, can you speak more slowly!” He said picking his words one by one to describe to her how to speak, Jenna exhaled deeply and began to speak one by one also, immediately she was done talking, his eyes widened in recognition.

'Let me read you the next story,' she said eagerly. 'What's the title?' 'Charrey, the Parrot. I bet you will find it intriguing.' 'With all pleasure, go on,' Jerome encouraged. Anuri began evenly, her eyes alight with joy. “Back in history, in the land of Okirika, the riverine area of Nigeria, there lived a woman. She was tall, fair complexioned and very beautiful. Her name was Nima. Nima was a single woman so she lived all alone in her four-bedroom domicile.

Bimbo retorted, “but why didn't you bring her for me?“ Ajike's mom asked, “The woman taken care of her and daughter refused to release them to me” Biola retorted, “What did I hear you say?“ she asked, 'She has a beautiful daughter of eighteen years” Bimbo says, 'You mean, I have become a grandmother seventeen years ago” she inquired, “I saw her beautiful, sharp, and smart daughter,” Bimbo says, “tell me this thing it's a nightmare,” she says, “am telling you the reality,” Bimbo says,