Precious Ogbonna Novels & Stories

, Precious asked. "The magazine tore out am sorry", Sonya apologized before Precious gave her back the magazine. "It's fine," Precious said. "Are you one of them too?", She asked. Sonya raised one of her browns and looked up at her, "One of what?", She asked. "Who trip over guys for money?", Precious asked. Sonya laughed, "Who doesn't loves money?", She asked. "They are hot, i have a really huge crush on them so i don't mind giving my body freely to them for cash", She said bodly in a whisper.

Jane narrated “What kind of nonsense English are you speaking” Mr. Ogene said, she was silent “And why did your mother not tell me... what kind of nonsense is this” he protested “She said she will come back now now” “And she didn’t keep anything at home” “She gave me 100 naira to buy something” Jane said “And what did you buy” “I want to go and buy biscuit and straw berry juice” she said “What did I tell you about sweet things?” he questioned and she was silent

The humid night air of Lagos pulsed with raw energy. April 2026. The city never slept — generators hummed, music thumped from distant clubs, and the thick scent of grilled suya, ocean salt, and exhaust filled the sticky darkness. In a heavily guarded private villa on the outskirts of Victoria Island, Chief Adewale Okonkwo, 47, held absolute court.

"I'm sorry." "The photograph is too unclear." Nathan wasn't disappointed. He had expected as much. Instead, he asked, "Do you recognise anyone else from the conference?" She pointed immediately. "My father's closest friend." Her finger rested on a man standing near the back row. Nathan checked the register. Justice Emmanuel Ojo. The first name on Magnus' handwritten list. "My father admired him greatly," Dr. Mensah continued. "He believed Justice Ojo possessed something very rare." "What was that?" Amara asked.

He was asked again if Obika was his choice and he affirmed it. A day later, Obika was offered to the people of Umudike like a She-goat waiting to give birth thereby proving to him that the voice of the people was louder than the voice of a single man. In exchange for his head, a well known diviner was invited from Umudike to intercede and make rain to fall in the village. His name was Abuo and he was the greatest diviner in Igboland during his time.

Soon, a knock is heard on the houses main door. "Who is it? "Tobi questions and Derricks voice calls. "*Ogbeni come and open the door for me joor. " (*Ogbeni means human) {Yoruba} Tobi stands up and opens the door. On stepping in, Derrick is quite surprised to see Dayo and after all the good mornings and how fars, they begin to discuss casually till Rose, Tobis sister walks into the livingroom. Dayo looks up at her and it takes a few seconds for her face to ring a bell.

I have read many books about the realisms of the centre of a battle field and have also had major lectures and drills on it, as well as earned a few portable relics from the most heated extremities. Stored away in a metallic intricate case, were the shotgun shells that emanated from the prided weapons of Lt-Col. Odumegwu Ojukwu and the black scorpion, Benjamin Adekunle. It was gifted to me as an addition to the medal for an honorary service rendered to the Nation, after curbing the Lasgidi revolt of 2010.

She didn't seem like the type to switch teams all for money and it was obvious she didn't even need it but one thing that assured was that if she had in anyway rejected whatever Onuh offered her, then her life was already in danger cause Onuh never takes no for an answer. "Can you see how far he went? His heart and mind are no longer here because he's too busy thinking of a reasonable excuse to defend that his ogbanje wife, abi na spiritual wife sef, na only God know." Arin hisses and sometimes, I just wonder how he and I could maintain our friendship for almost thirty years when we didn't even think alike. (Ogbanje- A fetish cult)