Things Fall Apart Obierika Novels & Stories

Dike after addressing the rest of the warriors from his raft, looked at Obiokwu and wondered why he hasn’t died, in his heart he thought, he would be the first warrior for fall but now he has outlasted 7 braver and stronger warriors. Obiukwu could feel the doubt from Dike the chief warrior but that made him only wanting to prove himself more.

'Let me read you the next story,' she said eagerly. 'What's the title?' 'Charrey, the Parrot. I bet you will find it intriguing.' 'With all pleasure, go on,' Jerome encouraged. Anuri began evenly, her eyes alight with joy. “Back in history, in the land of Okirika, the riverine area of Nigeria, there lived a woman. She was tall, fair complexioned and very beautiful. Her name was Nima. Nima was a single woman so she lived all alone in her four-bedroom domicile.

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

“Make yourself comfortable. I will be back.” “Thank you. It is all right.” Now, Obidiya called on her maid who had been processing the palm fruit that she brought along with her from the farm the previous day, to get the lunch ready. Meanwhile, Mr. Aaron and Callum had set out to inspect Beck's dilapidated building. On their way, they noticed that some natives were peeping at them. They wondered who would want to go into the grass infested compound which was not different from a desolate place

“Your boy was a fool of fools Ologboshere Obosa, Iyase Ekpengba sneered, ‘’now his bleached skull has been added to the skeleton smith’s trophy collection.’’ “Baba Ogiuwu take you Ekpengba,’’ the Ologboshere cried, hands held her three-pronged spear, the Ogala in a death grip, ‘’insult my dead son again and Baba will entertain you and I tonight.’’ “I spit on your dead son woman,’’ the Iyase snapped back, ‘’try me and Baba will receive only one guest tonight, I will make you the messenger as you bear an errand to the dead deity on my behalf, your boy was a vain fool to have believed he could take on Olobiri, a warrior that has been fighting even before you met his own father, as an Eben wield

Ada asked “Allow me to introduce,” Chira said. The smile that bathed her face was like nothing Ada had ever seen “This is Igwe (King) Obidike, the leader of Ndiocha Kingdom. He was the one who ordered the Dibia (medicine men), to take care of us. He also ordered his people to treat us kindly.” “But one of his kind killed, Ikedi” Ada flared. King Obidike’s brow raised with a weak frown.

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

"Whispers are for the young. In this house, we only listen to the stones. But stones are expensive these days, daughter of the market. very expensive!" *Egba is the dialect of first settlers of Abeokuta

hold of this woman who had been destroying the good hand works of Eledumare, the freemar even with her great power could not kill her, she forced out the god who had possessed her, and destroyed it, and so the woman was freed from the wicked spirit, she became extremely bittered when she saw the ruin of the earth she had wasted, she could not stand the guilt, and one day she killed herself, and so the last of the first human race died, and ended it all, such is the fate of Oyinda the love of Agbara life." Atinuke has heard many tales that had scared her when she was a kid, but had never been more scared hearing this story, she shivered and asked " Please my friend Opolopo, tell me, what sho

It was unlike anyone they had seen though they haven't ventured out of Caliba for fear of being killed by the god, Nwgal Apata. Firstly, they marveled at the leather bag she carried. They looked at her clothes. A loose yellow blouse already drenched with sweats with khaki shorts and trekking boats. Some of them assumed it was skin to her already dark skin but they were astonished by the sight either way. As one of the elders from the Obiri tribe stepped forward and the people drew away from her immediately. His eyes were empty of expression. His lips were drawn in a grimace and he walked soundlessly as a shadow. His actions hushed their amazement. As if controlled by a remote the crowd chang