Nigeru Da Yo Novels & Stories

ABUJA, NIGERIA. "Even if I tell you I want you for myself?" The question hang in the air rendering Kauthar speechless for a minute there. She didn't know whether her head is moving around or she was too tired after so many meetings in the office and started hearing things. Yes, that should definitely be the thing that is messing with her brain big time.

I wiped the massive beads of sweat off my face and dusted the sandy particles from my hands only for me to look at the ground and I found a kobo. I was so delightful. I picked it up immediately and glanced at it. It was a hundred kobo. My dad used to have lots of coins in his pockets with several prints of heroes on them. I loved to ask what the coins were about because it was fascinating to me, seeing prints of peoples faces on an object. "This is Nigerian Naira, subdivided into kobo. It's a coin but it's called kobo because that is the Nigerian currency. Don't worry my love, I would buy you a beautiful Barbie doll with these coins!" He smiled brightly at me when I giggled.

English translation: My heart can’t handle all of this sweetness. “I am from Yoruba” “I never heard of Yoruba. Where is that located at? What’s the language?” I couldn’t believe he actually wants to know about Yoruba. I never met a guy who is so fascinated about me and my hometown. “Yoruba is located in Nigeria, Southern West Africa. It is next to Benin, Togo, and parts of Ghana. As for my language, I speak Yoruba. Yoruba has its own language. There are a lot of different languages that Nigerians speak; there’s Pidgin, Kwa, Ijoid, Igbo, Kainji, Yoruba, and plenty more.”

I reply and they both raise their brows. "Is he Chinese?" Timothy asks and I exhale to avoid laughing. "No. Ekene is a Nigerian. He is very smart, quiet, and observant. He proves Nigerians to be very intelligent people. " I reply. "Cool, sure we can trust him? "Dana questions. "I'd find out. " I reply. "Guys, we have to get going. It would soon be time for dinner and madre would most certainly notice our absence." Timothy suddenly remarks staring at the moon and rolling up the papers.

Me: **offer me yourself** A bottle of water would do… Zainab: Ok, sir… I would be right back… Within some minutes, Zainab came back with a bottle of water and her mum concluded the discussion with her sister and she left. She: So Mr Dioxidane, you are welcome once again… Me: Thank you very much ma… She: So where are you from? Me: I’m from Akwa-Ibom ma… She: Where is that? Me: **I talk am say dis woman no be Nigerian** It’s in the Niger-Delta region of the country ma…

He explains. "Oh, okay." I say awkwardly, knowing it will be rude to let the conversation die, I say. "Where are you from?, What's the language." "Nigeria. My language is Yorùbá. My name is Ayö." He smiles. "Uh okay. Ayyoo." I attempt to pronounce his name, and he chuckles, he does that a lot, chuckles. "I'm going to teach you Pronunciation," He begins, and I frown.

replied Rachel a Nigerian girl from Benin residing in Johannesburg, "hi bro, are you residing here in Johannesburg?" Inquired 'Tara a Yoruba girl from Ondo city, "am cool, but not a resident of Johannesburg but on transit for just a few hours" replied Zack and he smiles, " what do you want to eat and drink?" asked Zack, he smiles,

I shook my head slowly, a mixture of disbelief and irritation bubbling inside me. "You know what? Call your account number." He rattled it off, and I quickly transferred the fare. Almost immediately, his phone chimed with the alert. He glanced at the screen, then rolled his eyes and muttered, "Toor. Shior!" Shior. That dismissive Yoruba expression dripped with condescension. As if that wasn’t enough, he added, "You better take your life seriously. Banana Island to Ikorodu every day? Just because you want to form Lagos big girl? It won’t pay you. I have a daughter your age at home, and I’ll tell her the same thing."

- N Ngozi? Alive? Or another clone?

Korede's POV "I don't want to move Dad" I complain to my Dad. He's just finished telling me he was relocated to the US and as usual I was the last in the whole house to know. Okay let me give a brief introduction of my self. I am Korede Bello. I am seventeen years old, I was born in Lagos, Nigeria and that's the only place I have ever known, my life and friends are here. I have even got my music. I love to sing, music has always been an escape for me. I have two siblings. Jasmine; who's the first born and Ezra; who's the second and I am the last... Which brings us back to the real story (how my life just got ruined).