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The tension in the air was thick, the kind that made every breath feel heavier than the last. Golden Stars had just earned a side throw, their only glimmer of hope in a match that was quickly slipping away.
Our Coach – Chapter 7 – Nigerian Story, Football, Dapo, Sports Story, Read Free Stories Online, Free Web Novel, Fabling, Pam
The room was a patchwork of chaos and order....
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The football field was bathed in the golden hues...
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The afternoon sun slanted through the small windows...
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The morning sun cast a pale light over Matilda’s...
Nnam eze, a kpàtà m enyi
My father, king, I have bought and brought Elephant.
Nnam eze, a kpàtà m enyi
My father, king, I have bought and brought Elephant.
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“Hey, pass me the fan head,” Alero said. She...
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"Why?" Femi moaned. The last person he expected to...
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Once upon a time, there was a little boy...
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It was late at night when they pulled into...
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Femi got up early. He looked to his side...
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“When was the last time you spoke with your...
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“Have you called your friend?” the HR...
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They had both fallen asleep in Chidi’s...
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Femi groaned as he slouched on Alero’s...
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“Is that not Femi in his car?”...
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The next day at work was pretty decent for...
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It was annoying. Watching Alero Faun over Chidi. It...
Ndi be anyi, onye sị nwantakịrị jide nkakwụ, Ya dobekwara ya mmiri ọ ga-eji wee kwụa aka.
Our people, He that asks a child to hold a rat, must prepare water that he will wash his hands with
Ọkwazi ihe jọgbulu onwe ya, Na mmadụ ga-afụ oke luulu onye Ọzọ, O welu ya je nye onye ọ sị na ya furụ n’anya.
It is also a disastrous thing for the owner, that somebody will see the thing that belongs to someone else, take it, then give it to the person he claims to love
Onye ahụ ga-emechakwanu lota na efi e wero ọdụdụ chi ya na-achụlụ ya ijiji.
That person will later remember that a cow without a tail, its god chases away flies for it.
After I left the hospital I received a call from Bola reminding me that I had promised to spend a night at his place. Personally because some part of me I did not know was missing him, plus I did not feel like sleeping in my room alone since I had slept in peacefully while my best friend was wherever she was suffering
My stomach felt like it had been on one of those doctor 90210 shows where the fat was sucked out of my stomach and then I had gone on a hunger strike. It grumbled aloud and I could have sworn I heard a light chuckle from behind the door
Bolaji and I laid back on his car in the school parking lot just talking randomly in order to pass time till our next class. It felt like the good old days, when we were underage and not permitted to drive a car even in our wildest dreams but we would
"I never left you for Bimbo," I said in confusion almost losing my motherly voice of concern "Where we ever friends?"
"Yes, you used to follow me everywhere, we used to do things together" She said looking straight into my eyes and it made me
I kept on staring at the guy sitting in front of me with maximum curiosity. Why had he even kidnapped me in the first place, I mean, I can understand why any guy should be obsessed with me, even I am obsessed with myself. But this was just plain,
"Darling you are awake" I slowly opened my eyes to see the voice that had called me darling and I screamed so loud that I was sure that the president could hear me, but of course he had more important things to do so he could not come to my rescue.
I had to stop myself from laughing the moment Clara poured that wine on me. She did get my hair and beautiful black gown which Daniella had picked out for me wet, but then again, my hair and gown were both black so she did not achieve any major
The fundraising venue was beautiful! It had pink ribbons everywhere and blue drapes and white balloons and the chairs and tables where covered in white pink and blue. It was like they had picked a colour for each decoration.
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+Bimbo+
I looked at his wife who still could not find the voice...
"Check this out," I said to Bolaji as I made myself a healthy sandwich of mayonnaise, sardine, and lettuce, I probably added corned beef to it, I cannot remember but it was healthy according to me. He turned to face me from the television "Mr. Okon recently booked a room in the Emirates hotel
After I watched him leave I walked to the nutty professor's office and lightly knocked on it "Come in" his voice sounded calm and expectant from the other side I turned on the voice note recorder on my blackberry before I slowly opened the door,
I looked up at the sun as I walked into my faculty and I wondered why it had not blinded me already, because I had a habit of staring at the sun whenever I was confused or thinking. But I was not confused I was just thinking. To say the truth, I really
"So what did you do?" I squealed as she entered the room. Then I jumped up from the bed and tackled her to the ground.
I had been sitting up on the bed and staring at the door all night, waiting for her to come home and the smile she gave me as
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+Bimbo+
"Hey, Liz!" I called out to one of Dan's course mates who...
When Bimbo and I got back to our room I narrated everything that had happened between Bolaji and me to her and unsurprisingly she laughed and couldn't stop laughing till I punched her on her arm.
Femi rolled off his bed, the voice in his head had gone quiet the second Alero showed up and had stayed that way. He looked behind him to see her sleeping soundly. She had wooped his ass until she passed out, then he took her to sleep.
I was pretty messed up through all my classes; I couldn't stop thinking about Bolaji, it was so bad that I didn't know when my lecturers came in and when they left.
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I kept on staring dumbfounded at Daniella. Why did her life have...
"Think of it, it's a two-way thing. You get Cynthia to pay you to leave me and you get to see me all lovey-dovey." He said the last part like a little boy.
After class, I saw Desmond in front of his car probably waiting for Clara because I could feel her behind me. I walked up to him, moved seductively close
Dayo had wanted a serious relationship with Femi, she had thought she would be the one to save him, fix him, but she was wrong. Femi did not want to be saved, nor fixed. And he did not want to have sex with her more than once either. She was bitter and she could not hide it.
Accepting that he could not get any cleaner than he was, he stepped out of his bath tub, then grabbed a bottle of schnapps from his fridge and downed it, then got dressed and headed to Alero’s flat.
She helped him in then shot the door before leading him to her couch. Trying not to say what was on her mind - and she had a lot on her mind - she stared at him with pity. She knew why he did it, why he had sex with every skirt. She believed she knew why, but she could never bring her self to have that conversation with him, plus he was tired, now would not be the time to talk.
I dropped the call before he said anything to change my mind. And just when Mr. Conscience tried to achieve what Mr. Common Sense couldn't achieve. A big bright smile appeared on my face! I AM MILLIONIAR!!!
The second they were out of view, he pushed her against the wall and ravished her lips, his right hand pushed her top down and dug into her bra, cupping the breast, rubbing the tip with his thumb.
Ebuka sat on the cold, dusty floor of the abandoned storehouse, his back against the wall. His younger brother, Chukwuma, was huddled beside him, sobbing uncontrollably, his head resting on Ebuka’s lap.
The gunshot reverberated through the night, causing Atutu to panic, but before he could react, Ebuka crept up behind him and slammed the stick into his neck. Atutu crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
The initial shock had barely worn off when panic gripped Ebuka, realising the gravity of the situation. His younger brother, Chukwuma, had not just kidnapped "Father Christmas
“Make we just go, hin don fuck up, make we go.” Atutu had clearly had enough, they had been under the sun for the whole day and even now as the sun was setting they had only drank one sachet of water each.
Mama Oyinbo, still brushing her teeth, walked to the edge of the pavement, noticing the two men sleeping on the ground. Without hesitation, she kicked them awake.
The children gathered around the dazed and disoriented Father Christmas, who was now sitting on the floor, struggling to make sense of what was happening.
“We found the real Father Christmas!” Chukwuma exclaimed.Some minutes later the boys returned to school to meet the girls who were also excited about their find. Malik whispered to them and handed Habibat a transparent water bottle filled with black liquid to give to Father Christmas.
“The one that they will bring to your school is the real Father Christmas.” Ebuka thought, “If the one they bring to your school is not then it is one of Father Christmas’s assistants, you can still kidnap that one.”
“Oyinbo!” The voice of a short, stout woman sliced through the morning air, erupting from a tiny roadside bungalow in the grittiest part of Isheri. Clad in a worn wrapper, she stormed out onto the narrow, dusty street. “How many times have I told you to stop using my water? USELESS man!”
Ebuka's laughter faded, replaced by a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in closer to his younger brother. "You see, Chukwuma," he began, his tone serious despite the gleam in his eyes
The tension in the air was thick, the kind that made every breath feel heavier than the last. Golden Stars had just earned a side throw, their only glimmer of hope in a match that was quickly slipping away.
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The football field was...
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