Tabi And Agoti Novels & Stories

Turning back from the window, Okotwe now pointed at one of his men. "Take this tired, worn-out pussy outside and give her to Gojibwe's band. They look horny and ready for some fresh cunt-meat." The muscular slave nodded to his leader and quickly pulled Abanri off the bed, throwing her over his shoulder like a mere object. Shinatri's last sight of her beloved mother was the sight of her mother's exposed pussy and ass, Abanri's pussy leaking more rivulets of Xokothi jism, which oozed down her pale legs. Okotwe turned back toward Shinatri while the slave carried Shinatri's dazed, naked mother down the central staircase. The slave leader's chuckle was darker than an eclipse.

The man said and his wife nodded. "I am simply known as the palm wine tapper in this community. To answer the question you asked earlier, you are in Obiuno community. Obiuno and Ndiagu are siblings. Ndiagu settled in an area where there is vast land and Obiuno settled in a densely populated region with a small landmass. We are mostly palm wine tappers, fishermen, and hunters. Now you have known where you are, may I know who you are and the purpose of your visit."

Part I When you have everything, what could you possibly desire? CHAPTER ONE His Royal Majesty, Pierre Paul Abutu Ph.D (Honoris Causa), JP, the current Attah of Igala and a native of Igalamela-Odolu Local Government Area of Kogi State, Nigeria, is my name. This is my story, and these are my love affairs.

Tabby giggled. “So, Blake, when are we leaving?” Tabitha asked, calming herself. “We can leave now. I’ll send you two back into your room in the Villa.” Blake said. “Wait a moment. I need to get a few things first.” Tabitha said and bolted out of the bed. Blake quickly released the barrier, and Tabitha ran out, only returning with a bag. “What’s this? Rice?” Blake asked, looking into the bag. “Yes, we’ll need some nourishment from the spirit rice for the babies,” Tabitha said, sticking out her tongue.

Antonia saw this and had been scoffing ever since. Amidst the crowd was Ebiere. Her head was covered in bandage, since the soup Tari poured on her was so hot it burned a small portion of her scalp. It wasn't that serious, and she had gotten it treated. Ebiere stared at Tari with a pitiful look, hands folded tightly praying for Barasa to step in to stop them. But she knew better. Tari just watched the Chiefs decide her fate. And the only thing going on in her mind was: Are they mad?

The man then turned to look at China who was having a conversation at the other side with the others. 'Onaghi aghota asụsụ igbo?' he said. 'No, they don't. They're not from here. Speak English to them, biko*,' China said. 'Okay. Ndo o, sorry. You're ngbati children?' he said. 'I'm not ngbati,' Eniiyi said, her face twisted in disgust. 'I'm Eniiyi.' 'Ngbati means when,' Lastborn said to the man. 'We are from Yoruba land.'