Novels by Victor Nnamdi

Dale was surprised to find out that the area was now developed, new houses constructed along the street, a large supermarket was built near a fuel station with buyers rushing in and out the building. Dale wondered if it was there the whole time or if she was in a strange street."Where are we?" Dale asked

The loud sounds had jerked Dale back to life. She turned and found her guardian angel in great pain, her left arm gripped to the bullet wound at the right side of her waist. The two watched each other and though they looked in silence they spoke words of consolation. Dale began crying, she was sorry for the pain she had put her through. "Mum," was all she could say.

On hearing her last words, Dale forced her eyes open, frequently blinking to master the itchy liquids in her eyes and forcing her lens to focus. She found Zoe utterly naked standing before her. "You are crazy," Dale stated out of anxiety, but then Zoe maintained a stern look and pointed at the far end of the

“Out the room. Now!” Zoe screamed charging towards Dale.“Boss, please you’re gonna have to take things easy.” A man tried stopping her.

"Wow! That was deep, thanks boss." Zoe appreciated and began rubbing his face. "Well I needed that too, and really I love this place." He replied, scanning the ceiling.

"Wow!" Dale marveled at her skills but of course she did these sayings within her. "Please I'm sorry." He pleaded crying and shaking like a prey in the hands of a lion.

One month later, August precisely, and Oma knew it was time to drop the topic. Buchi was not being thoughtful in any way. He had beaten her when she raised the topic about getting a job or wanting to speak with Ugonna. Buchi arrived to the point that, "girls were being kidnapped and therefore you should stay home." He reminded her that he was expecting another female visitor, "about your age, and when she gets here, maybe you won't have to be so lonely."

Buchi ordered a gourd of palm-wine for them both and kept teasing the woman who served him and who kept topping off her tiny glass. Then he drank from his calabash, and she drank from her glass. It made him happy and he said:“Learn to drink, my dear. A

Oma wanted to thank him, send hundreds of messages to her father through him but she hugged herself in fright. She felt scared, too scared to ask. "Run, what do you mean by that?" Oma asked him. She had not noticed him laughing.

Omalicha ran back into the room and curled up into her previous position except this time, she had her face turned to the wall. She exerggerated her breathing pace, pretending to be asleep. The pale, yellowish light became brighter as they walked in.

Buchi knew Omalicha did not approve of him at first sight. But what could she do? Hero could not control the way he was made.“Omalicha Nnė come in na…” Buchi yelled and began ranting about her attitude.“I hate the way he calls my name, why? I want to go back.” Omalicha grumbled but obeyed the call. “Sir?”“Why are you behaving this way? Listen this is where you will be staying. I have planned things down for you, just rest okay? Don’t feel scared.” He paused and whispered a joke to Ugonna's ears and the latter exaggerated his laughter.“Look Oma, those big cars you see in Umuowa were rented oh! The big house you see in the village was made from living this way oh, unless you want us to involve in money rituals!” He was slouching against Buchi and the both of them exchanged similar joyful expressions.“This is the main thing. We struggle to bring home the bags of rice and provisions you all enjoy over there. So, work towards for

Ugonna pulled her along and showed the address he wanted to a food-seller at the lorry station who directed them correctly to Oloje in mushin.Omalicha was sure of their destination after that and was led by Ugonna through the corners of street and small stalls bordering houses."I know this is not where you live. So, where are we going to?" Omalicha finally summoned the courage to speak.Ugonna gave her a look and decided to answer the running question on her mind."No, I live miles away from here. Jobs are easier to get here and so, we will be staying here with my brother, he will help you get a job. I will advise you to forget all these you see, and do what is good. You know your father would be proud to know of your achievement." He pulled his lips into a smile that faded when he noticed her lack of interest."Father was wrong to think fortune dwells in this place." Omalicha told herself, having digested the unkept habitat. They walked into th

It started to rain as Kim drove back home. She stopped at the gate and decided not to honk her car horn, wanting to avoid alerting Thomas of her return.Alfred was her saving grace, appearing just in time to open the gates. She only realized that she had left her phone at Franklin’s when she drove in.Usually she would have accepted Alfred’s offer for an umbrella, but she was going to get wet in the shower anyway and the rain was already sleeping through her clothes.“No point in running.” Kim told the concerned servant. Maybe Franklin was right. She was scared and should have just stayed at his place.Kim flickered the rain from his face and picked up her pace. If Thomas thought she couldn’t stand up for herself, she would soon prove him wrong.“I love the old me.” Kim spoke to the rain. “Damn the rain, and damn Thomas."

Kim walked towards him, taking careful steps. "Okay..okay, could we at least have dinner somewhere special or something?""No." Thomas said in a voice almost as low as hers. He turned to look at her, snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "The dishes out there are slimy. Darling, just take care of yourself, watch a movie, I'll see you later." He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead.Kim turned her head away, feeling irritated."Too raucous." Thomas would say no to everytime she asked to accompany him to the annual fun fair and then she would be left to wander from stall to stall, sampling African cuisine and buying things to support local artists.Kim remembered her mother. She would always go with her mum and since she had so much fun, she had decided to keep it a tradition.Her mum had been friends with the local vendors, greeting with added enth

Kim watched sternly from where she stood outside. Alfred emerged from the hedge of flowers, his eyes were half open but his unshaken attitude remained.Alfred took bold steps forward, with the confidence of a model on a pagent. He ignored the anger triggering words that threatened his loyalty. He stopped under the canopy of an overgrown hydrangea plant, muttering words she couldn't comprehend, to himself.When Thomas was done with ranting, he strode out and bored the expected soberness. "Why would you leave her out there? The fact that you lived with her doesn't mean you play dungeon. She's my wife! How dare you, like what the hell, what-the-bloody-hell Alfred?" Thomas snapped, flailing his hands in the air, intentionally spilling some of the liquid on him.

"Goodness me!" She gasped, suddenly remembering today was her anniversary. Kim had never been good with remembering dates, but she wouldn't consider it a "strange" that Thomas had also forgotten their first wedding anniversary.One year of marriage, she contemplated, and it wasn't with a man with the same drive as James, neither was it any of her African friends. It was with Thomas. Thomas Richard Banks.Three years ago, when her mother had died, there was nobody who could console her. Thomas, on his many visits, tried his best to cheer her up and his presence did spark a smile on her face but it didn't fill the hole bore in her.He became a father to her - a man far wiser, more gentle and way self-possessed than most men his age, and above all, he listened.

Months later, Kim had been fully persuaded and had left New york for London. It wasn't really so much work since she gave her full consent after she had caught James in the act. She had gone on impulse and stayed alone in the family house under her uncle's guide. He was a professor in a college in London.She left with the thought that it would be an e

Late the next morning, Kim woke up to loud and severe pounding against her bedroom door. The knocks had started on a cool note but when the sleepy head refused to comply, whoever it was opted for the former."Miss Kim!" Alfred roared for the sixth time with every ounce of strength he had, forsaking his cool nature."Yes...yes I'm up!" She yelled back, flinging the duvet in the air and then cowered back to bed after opening the door to let him in, acknowledging her throbbing headache."Ugh, finally." He sighed. "Are you okay ma'am?" Alfred asked but got no reply. Kim had gone back to sleep."Ma'am you've got to wake up, your father called, he asked for you to come meet them at the train station.