Nigerian Novels Novels & Stories

Lagos, Nigeria – July 18, 2035, 6:42 p.m. The bookstore was packed—folding chairs full, people standing along the walls, air thick with perfume, paper, and Lagos heat. Banner above the small stage: “GLOW AFTER THE FIRE – A Conversation with Chinedu Okonkwo.” Chino sat beside the moderator, copy of his book in hand—cover simple: two shadows holding each other under a single bulb, Lagos lights faint in the background. Title in bold white: Glow After the Fire.

You'd expect me to write more about my culture, my people. I recently told a friend to read my work on Wattpad and he said he'd try. Eventually he called me and said he finished my Book Insomnia and my edited version of After dark. He told me he enjoyed it but he expected something more about Nigeria and Our lifestyles. There was something he said that hit home. He said and I quote: I don't really blame you sha. You're just whitewashed. Sometimes I wish Nigerians would embrace their heritage and stop acting like oyibo.

Heads Up; There is going to be some Nigerian slangs and a Nigerian language in the dialogues as I'm trying to create a typical Nigerian book. But not to worry, the translations are going to be giving at the bottom of the page with indications of which Nigerian language is being spoken in the part where these languages are made use of. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I do writing it ******** "Derick! Give me my money! Are you mad? This is not what we agreed! What is this? And you are telling me that you will pay nothing more! How dare you! " Her hoarse voice slices through the air.

But, no condition is permanent unless you're six feet under. I'm from West Africa Nigeria. Let me tell you a little bit about my country. Nigeria has 36 states and in these many States, there are different cultures and traditions. I came from the Eastern Part of Nigeria, popularly known as the Igbo Tribe. Everything has a certain way it has been from the time of their ancestors and until now so anything that isn't of the norms is a big No and very much frowned upon. I was born into a family of four. I have an older brother, an older sister, then there is me and my baby sister. The numbers pretty much summed themselves up matching with the genders so there was no cheating.

I dunno, I think the way the book ended was not very satisfying . ~ How much did you enjoy it? What do you think I need to work on more? ~ Do you think it's possible to have a Pengine in the nearest future in Nigeria? ~ What do you think of the superstitions? Sadly, these things actually still happen in Africa. Smh 🤦🏽‍♀️ ~ Who was your favourite character? ~ What scene did you like the most? ~ *no question here, because I can't think of one right now 🙃

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

He walked back to his part and start packing the necessary things he will need over there. *** Guess Tehzeeb will be free for now Thank you all for reading my novel. I appreciate your efforts by voting and commenting My Upcoming Novel will be Hausa Novel and it's gonna be my first novel in hausa...... DANI KIKE

'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.

I have work in the morning, at a coffee shop, I’m 21, no college education, and books are my only escape from my sad reality, but I had to find the one book that made me angry tonight. I close my eyes, trying to sleep but Nygeria and Noah keep coming back to my mind. I want to know what happens, but I can’t get with it. Nygeria in the book is way too weak. If it were me, I’d ruin the plot. I drift off to sleep, still thinking of the book Nygeria and Noah.

She seems so happy after the last paper and I can see her sitting on op of Olive’s locker. I smile at her then go about cleaning my desk and selecting the books that I want to carry home with me for that one week.I pick a few African literature pieces:Things fall apart by Chinua Achebe and The River Between by Ngugi Thiong’o.I have started to really love literature classes especially when we started discussing different books.I also a few other books in my backpack and make a note to carry my diary with me.I hope I don’t forget that because it feels like a part of me,a week will be too long without it.