Nigerian Novels Novels & Stories

he complimented, he loved how it glowed under the moonlight and it looked good. "Leg chain?" he teased her, raising a brow. "Ah" She tsked, fake glaring at her before shaking her head, "let me tell you some secret about Nigerians" she whispered playfully, grinned widely, "We Nigerians are very funny" she fiddled with her fingers excitedly to talk about her country, smiling while Nathaniel took her hands in his, rubbing it together to generate heat. "If all countries are going to the right, Nigerians would always go to the left. We are specially created breeds from our thinking to ideology and everything. We are always different and that difference defines Nigeria as a country" she smiled bri

when it comes to gist and details about her life so she left no details when she was telling her about Ohio, they sat and talked for almost an hour before other students of literature started coming in, they knew their class was about to begin so they ran for the front seat so they could get a better glimpse of there lecturer and a better view of everybody who was giving an opinion on the book to be reviewed. Stephanie wondered what literary work they would be reviewing that day. She anticipated it like a person who was waiting for the lottery to be won. "Calm down sis, you would soon know what we will be reviewing" Mirabel teased. In a few minutes, the lecturer came in and started the clas

Sarah's faint smile lingered for only a second before she leaned slightly forward in her seat, the curiosity in her expression genuine and unhurried. "How's the Boko Haram and Fulani herdsmen insurgency cases in Nigeria now," she asked carefully, "and the political uproars?" The driver's cheerful expression faded almost immediately, with the quiet deflation of a man returning from a lighter place to the one he actually lives in. "Ah, Ms. Williams," he said, shaking his head slowly, the warmth in his voice replaced by something older and heavier. "Those cases in Nigeria are like incurable cancers that have eaten too deep in the heart of our country."

“And what does it mean?” “It means ‘Nothing is impossible with God.’” She blinked, impressed. “That is… powerful.” He shrugged modestly. “Our names carry weight. They carry stories, they carry prayers.” She leaned her chin into her palm. “Tell me more.” And just like that, the conversation opened wider. He told her about Nigeria, the energy, the noise, the color. About jollof rice debates that could start wars between countries. About egusi soup thick with flavor. About suya sold on late evenings, smoky and spicy.

Agbai said. "His lifestyle or morals has nothing to do with his economics," I said. "Okay, I agree with you on that one. Um... You said you read Nigerian books, which one have you guys read." "Chimamanda's Purple Hibiscus, Americana, a whole lot," I said. "But I like Wole Soyinka's A Dance In The Forest and..." I paused to think of the other book. "Things Fall Apart," Raymond added. "Yes, that's it. Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart." I said.

“Oh, thank you. You don't have to worry about picking me up. I'm sleeping over and my Dad knows." He gave me a polite nod, entered the car and drove off. THE NWACHUKWU'S MANSION. I have been here a lot of times but I still get stunned by this magnificent mansion. I know it's a mansion and I shouldn't expect anything less but this particular mansion is exquisite. Mr Nwachukwu. Michelle's Dad is a very affluent businessman. Owning about 60 oil companies just here in Nigeria. One would expect the wealth of Michelle's family to get into her head but Michelle is quite humble.

Reading books has been my therapy lately. "Let's get to it," I mumbled before I started searching the shelf to find a book to keep me busy, and I finally found one, 'Promises Are Made To Be Broken' by Cha Cha, a Nigerian author. Although it was my first time checking this book out, but I trust her work to always come out good, because I've read some of her books in recent days and found them all interesting. I had no idea why her books are here on the royal shelf, well, that wasn't my problem though.

I decided to skip going to church and just stay indoors. Breakfast was just the normal bread and tea, it was easier to just boil hot water and make the tea than prepare something more complicated. By midday, I had already boiled my rice and reheated the leftover stew in the fridge. The staple food in every Nigeria home on Sunday's was usually rice with any sauce available to them. It was not by chance that I had followed the tradition. As I had nothing else to do I decided to read a mafia novel I bought at Abuja the last time I visited and had not read because I was busy.

Okay guys, a brief authors note before the main one comes after chapter 10 or 11. My name is Onyeanuna Ogechi Suzan I'm currently 19 years of age and an undergraduate at the Federal Polythecnic Nekede Owerri here In Imo State, Nigeria. So this book has a kind of Nigerian setting so don't be confused. I know some of you are wondering what these signs < > and this * * stand for. Well I use this < > when people outside of the main characters are speaking or when there are background voices.

I don't regret whatever happened between us but I also don't want him to feel pressured into a relationship with me. I couldn't sleep so I lay awake and read stories from my Good Novel online book app, the different genres of stories on the app had made it my favorite to go to whenever I was less busy and wanted to read some good stories. I had already purchased some coins on Tuesday to finish the story I was reading The Life Of Bisi the tragic story of a gay Nigerian boy. I could almost relate to the boy's story as I read through, I was still on chapter 29 when a call came through my phone. It was Jude, and the memories of last night flashed unbidden through my mind's eyes. "Hello."