Doesn’t most stories belong in the drama category? Honestly speaking, when we can’t categorize stories properly, we use drama as a default. I mean, something happened, right? that that thing that happened led to something else, right? So Drama!
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
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