Najimi Ajimu Age Novels & Stories

She shrugged nonchalantly. Khadijah was about to object and dive into a long sermon about love when the door to Amirah's room opened and Na'eemah ran in and jumped on the bed hugging Amirah before giving Khadijah a peck. Na'eemah was ten years old, five years younger than her immediate elder sister- Fareedah.

Nwakaego Kaodiliye, popularly called 'Ego' for short, was a fun-loving, strong-willed and hardworking lady. She was the only child of her parents still living at home with them. She was light-skinned, of average height and 'fleshy'. She liked to change her hairstyle often because she always wanted 'a new look every time'! She was Ame's best friend and was in a relationship with Jide Alatise a six-footer who was a dedicated banker.

Ben asked. "I told Jasim I wasn't going to marry him," she remarked. Ben's face showed his shock. "He's old enough to be your father!" As the words left his lips he heard the hypocrisy. Weren't some of the women he was with as far apart in age? He looked at Nezha and estimated her age to be in the early thirties. The Arab beauty had thick, wavy black hair flowing over her shoulders. She had large, expressive dark eyes, a slim nose and her beautiful white teeth in her wide mouth had a slight overbite. She was pretty in the girl, or in this case, woman next door sense. Her intelligence flashed in her eyes as she leaned closer.

As though sudden movements might break something already fractured. "Who was she?" Damian exhaled. A long breath. Heavy. Uncharacteristically human. "Chidinma Okeke." The name hung in the room. Ordinary. Beautifully ordinary. The kind of name that belonged to thousands of women across Nigeria. The kind of name that should have lived an ordinary life. Amara waited. Damian continued. "We met at university." Tobe looked surprised. Amara was too. Not because Damian once attended university. Because it was difficult imagining him young.

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“ He used to skip classes in school, and he’s the only heir to their company. That’s why they want someone to teach him business properly.” “ But don’t you think he’s too young for that? At his age, I was eating, sleeping…” Then I blushed, because I was crushing on Timothy too! I spent half of my youth loving him! Sofia shrugged. “ It’s your own fault for thinking your crush would love you back just because he was nice to you. I’m glad it’s not too late for you to come back to your senses. Things are different for rich people. He even has a younger sister, Greatness. She’s just fifteen and already studying abroad. She’s collected six awards at her age! So tell me, how many awards did you hav

He gave me a quizzical stare. I told him about opening a restaurant and he liked the idea. He said he was going to come up with a plan to convince Mr. Kevin. We watched silently as a group played a game. It was funny but interesting. After the game, a girl was called upon to present a karaoke. I was spellbound by the song. "Who is she?" I asked Jide. "She is Ajoke. From the Yoruba tribe of Nigeria," he said. I smiled at her, "I love the song."

Nana pursed her lips together, looking at Khattume –the girl Maajida sent to buy bread– as she walked in with two small breads in her hand with twenty naira change. "My real name is Jumaimah." Maajida shyly answered, collecting the bread and asking the girl to hold the change. "No, she should take ten naira and come back for ten naira tomorrow. She's just five and giving her so much money is not good." Nana reasoned out with Maajida who agreed and took ten naira from the girl. "You're right! You'll be a great mother, you know." Maajida commended, looking like a proud sister at Nana.

As Sa'eed goes upstairs to change, Halima stays behind to call Sa'eed's mother, Innayo or Ammi as they call her. "Assalamu Alaikum {peace be unto you} Ammi! I mish you." Halima pouts and she can imagine Innayo shake her head with a loving smile on her young motherly face, the beautiful woman still looks nothing older than twenty despite having multiplied the age. She's forty nine years old but still looks like she's just a year or two older than her first daughter, Halima's best friend Fatima.

She couldn't keep a hand on her current situation, but she thought she heard herself saying something about the cassava they had harvested and abacha. “I will not, you can count on it,” she heard her friend say. Ejima nodded, still not knowing what she had said and why her friend had responded so kindly. But she continued on the path anyway. She needed that sleep. Nneamaka was her best and only friend. They have known each other for ages. Indeed, both women were not related, but the understanding they shared was something stronger than a sister's bond. They had married the two bravest warriors in Ame, but unlike her, Nneamaka had six children. Her eldest son owns one of the largest farmland