Precious Ogbonna Novels & Stories

Am sorry about that but I believe you will love the choice we made for you will love the lady when you see her", Mrs. Okafor said as they ate. Ebuka was not happy about his parent's decision. The next day being Saturday, Ugomma came to pay the Okafor family a visit, Ugomma was a very tall, pretty young and dark-complexioned lady, she was a princess from a very wealthy royal family, as a result of her family relationship with the Okafor’s family, Mr. Okafor was able to talk Ugomma’s father into allowing his son to marry his daughter as this will make their

Gbenga brushed a hand on the corner of his mouth, where Lex had brushed. He tasted copper. Gbenga brought out an old-fashioned knife as he swung it in front of Lex, who felt like a bag of injuries, yet as light as a feather. The man swung it again, trying to cut Lex, who examined the knife. The Blade of Obianze. Before the colonial masters came, in the east, there lived a highly skilled ritualistic man, Ghọta ihe jọgburu onwe ya, Obianze the Horrible. He was known for performing what people of the old called ‘Sacred’ a ritual done to appease the gods which they believed resides behind the clouds. Obianze offered burnt offerings to these gods whenever one of their own had committed folly. The

Precious grumbled, pointing at Onyinye. "Stop behaving like toddlers and say what happened." My voice rose impatiently. Onyi frowned at Precious. "Precious insists on playing and I just wanted to have a debate. She refused." She explained. "Is that all?" "No. Anytime I bring out an idea, Onyi contradicts it. I know she's older than me but that doesn't mean she can have her way all the time." Precious voice was edged with bitterness. "Haba, Precious. Sister Joyce, that's not true o. Precious just loves to exaggerate things out of proportion." She shook her head as she folded her hands across her chest.

Victoria's hands were shaking so badly she nearly dropped the phone. ‘He's been manipulating you from the beginning, Ms. Okereke. The man you love is the one destroying you.Attached is a bank statement showing a wire transfer of five million naira from "Adeyemi Holdings LLC" to an account in Michael Adebayo's name three days ago.Take care,The master mind sends his regards’.

Amara’s POV Abuja is breathing heavy tonight—humid air thick with diesel and grilled meat from the night markets, generators coughing in the distance like old men refusing to die. The target’s name is Victor Okoye—forty-eight, former banker turned shadow financier for half the Clean Slate’s operations in West Africa. Gideon’s money man in the capital. He handles the crypto wallets, the shell companies, the bribes that keep the machine oiled. If we cut him, we cut the blood supply.

The answer was there deep in my heart. My food arrived unceremoniously and I noticed it was another waitress that brought it. She didn't even bother me with a smile, I guess her colleague must have warned her of what a beast I am. The thought made me giggle a little. The meal consisted of a sumptuous plate of garri and a bowl of Ogbono soup (a popular food in Nigeria). I ate my meal in silence and ordered a cold bottle of beer, I needed alcohol to calm myself down.

“Despite all this, Ogun himself has not forgotten his faithful servant, for he went to the sky king, Obatala the sculpturer and borrowed a clay child, then to the realm of Ajé the goddess of wealth, and to the house of Àlàáfíà, her most serene daughter; lady of peace and prosperity to borrow the charm for wealth, and of peace to enjoy it, for wealth is meaningless if you do not have peace of mind. Back at his forge, he casted the clay child into the fire and with it went the charms he had procured from Ajé and her daughter, from his undying furnace of molten lava under the hills of Ire he molded a most beautiful child and with it the aura of fortune, peace, prosperity to bless the household

"At eighteen? That girl is possessed! I thought her father is a pastor? I don't blame her sha, it is the juju her father collected to start the church that is backfiring in that way." She also told me not to associate with Precious again but if I don't who would take me out every Sunday to swim? Who would gift me crop tops and g-strings? Though Precious has tried to hook me up with some of her sugar daddy's friends, I keep declining, I can not be caught dead having sex for money. Precious chose Transcorp hotel at Highway in Calabar. We sashayed into the changing rooms and emerged with our bikinis. Lily walked behind me, shuffling her feet and using our bag to cover her breasts.

“Abeg, let's leave matter for Matthias. I don't want to talk about that one.” “Alright.” I stir my food, my gaze downcast. “Ehen, what of Anita? How's she? Have you guys seen since we vacated?” “Well... About that... We broke up.” “What?!” … Words/phrases and their meanings: *This one you're vexing anyhow these days eh — what is it with your temper these days? * O.B.O. — it is an abbreviation for Omo Baba Olowo (a Yoruba slang) which means 'a rich man's son'.

But i guess it's not everyday a 'shy' person winks at you in church though, so that counts for something. His name is embossed on his note in a gorgeously precise slanting cursive (typical; pretty boy=pretty everything) : Obiatu Chideziri Precious. He starts making a sketch at the back of a note and pretends to ignore me till the recess bell goes off.