In the American culture, its referred to as high school. With the Britons, its called the secondary school or high school. In other places, its called a college... But, have you thought about the life of a Nigerian Secondary School Student, what it feels like to study in a country full of diversity in culture, beliefs and status. Follow Teniola Enitan Coker on her massive adventure trying to fit into SAINT JAMES COLLEGE the prestigious boarding school... Teniola "... Like my father said, don't try to fit in, learn to stand out... "

"What is your name? " he enquired with a staid expression. Obi's eyes roamed around still trying to ascertain the safety of their current surrounding. Her lips were still quivering out of shock and her breathing distorted. "Obiukwu" She finally let out still battling with unsteady breathing. He adjusted the cuff of his pristine white shirt and helped her up. "For a girl with a boy's name you certainly do not think like one. Usually when a female dog comes after you, you don't run towards her young puppies, you run far away from them". She adjusted her pleated skirts which had been torn while she ran frantically from the enraged beast. This boy's words were rather insulting but she swallowed any form of insult that would have ensued especially from his reminder of the stereotype that had been carved out from her name . A simple act of gratitude, for he had been her savior. Was he not a dunce for thinking that way?. She knew a lot of moronic boys and her cousin Chukwudi was the ideal example. The dog had run at the sound of his command. She walked away from him slowly hoping to see Sandra somewhere close. "Hey! You owe me a thank you and something else". She ignored him and kept walking.She hated dogs and arrogant rich boys! "My name is Obiefune!" Obiukwu stopped for a brief moment and yelled back at him "thank you! ". Obiukwu, a young selfless girl is forced to choose between love and duty when life hurls misfortunes at her. Does she end up with her first love Obiefune even when the odds are against them? Find out by clicking on that read button😊 Remember to vote, comment and share ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ All rights reserved © 2019 @nwagbaramichellenwaonu (Michelle 18Uzoma). Top Rankings #32 Wattpadromance 28/07/2019 #36 Tales 12/08/2019 #start:May/02/ 2019 #Stop:August /09/2019

Jeanie's been dumped; Seven times in seven years. In an attempt to redeem herself and get back at the male specie for their cruelty, Jeanie and best friend Stacy make a pact swearing to break as many hearts as is possible in the next seven years. Fast forward five years and Jeanie is still single and stuck with two jobs she hates; pizza delivery and house sitting. What happens when Jeanie is called upon to watch over the home of Bernard, a rising fashion designer, but somehow manages to get drunk and convince a reporter that she's engaged to Bernard; a news that is now making headlines everywhere? * Bernard, a struggling fashion designer must fight to prove his worth to the rest of the world. Unfortunately, the only way to do that is to hire his insubordinate house sitter to act as his fiancee long enough to get his designs displayed in Paris Fashion Week. But as the weeks leading to Fashion Week progresses, he is shocked to find that not only has Jeanie managed to work her way into his life, she has succeeded in working her way into his heart as well.

"I know you only care, not because you love me, but because you love what is in me." She said and turned away, afraid of what he was going to say, how he was going to reject her. He hushed her and pulled her to him so they was no space in between, and placed his lips on hers. He pulled away and looked at her, a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes, and then spoke again. "At first, I only cared about the baby, not you. But now I want you. Because I've fallen in love with all of you. It's no longer my baby; it's now our baby." Then she pulled him back to her, to finish what he started. ... Tobi Ademi, the third richest man in Nigeria has everything an average guy wants: wealth, fame and of course, an endless supply of women. A total control freak, he prefers to be in charge of everything; even the way he gets an heir to his empire. He decides to hire beautiful but uncontrollable, Abena Omotosho, or rather, he rents her womb. He gradually moves from his daily routine of life, to something much more worthwhile. Something called, 'living in the moment'. And then he realizes, that he can't control everything, especially not love, because once love chooses you, there are only three words for you: out of control. ... It's a contract: simply business and no strings attached, but no business deal is that easy, and especially not this one. ... Highest Rank Achieved : #220 in Romance ... > Blessed and Black Special Awards Winner 2017

The silence of the gods The sudden illness of a king The kidnap of fourteen girls The journey into the unknown Ada like anyone has wanted nothing more that to be a woman she and her mother would be proud of. A dutiful and hardworking daughter, she is kidnapped and has to embark on a journey of which few ever returned from in the search of a item that could unlock the door to the past and tell more of who she is. It's a work in progress and hasn't been edited yet, your comments and criticism are welcome so long as they help to make this work a gem.

"You know I cannot commit such atrocity my love. I cannot sleep with anothers wife." Tomori stressed, looking away as she moved to untie her once white wrapper. It was now brown and dirty, showing all she had to suffer just to make sure there was no stain of blood on it. Brown and black was allowed, but not red. Not yet. "I would rather die than be called the wife of that animal." She hissed. "Yet you are his wife anyways, and until we leave his territory, you would always be his wife." He replied. "My lord, I'm beginning to think that you don't want me any more." Abebi sniffles and he freezes in discomfort. "My loyalties have been sworn to the king since I became a warrior." "You had better choose one, your loyalties to your king, or your loyalty to me." ... The prophecy was simple, only Abebi could give the aged king a son, only she could bear the heir to the throne. Thrown into a marriage she despised, Abebi runs away with her lover, the head warrior of the village, in search of refuge and another life. But fate has other plans, as the king is not ready to have his only chance of having a son slip through his fingers. Cue bloodshed and war, it's a fight of survival, and a quest for freedom. ... For Tomori to finally get his wife, he must pay the highest bride price. He must pay with his life. For every love story comes with a price. ... Highest Rank Achieved: #325 in Historical Fiction

"Obanma if you keep vibrating like a car engine, neither of us would get good sleep. I can feel the bed shaking from way over there" He gestured at the edge of the bed where lay he before. Her mouth couldn't form any words in her own defense. "I've been battling with pneumonia I would have left the bed for you. Those tiles might just worsen my case. Besides there's enough space to fit two more people on this bed." She only nodded still staring at him and recoiling inwardly at the proximity between them. Adaugo had once told her that being on the same bed with a man could make her pregnant. Oh Biology her saviour! " I am not that kind of man, I offered you a place to rest for the night and that you shall get. Sleeping with your Jean trousers on, one foot in and foot out of the bed, huddling at the edge which is quite close to the door, wouldn't really save you if I wanted something else. I am a man, I am stronger and faster. So please relax, stop shaking and go to sleep. I have a very busy schedule tomorrow and just like you, I can't sleep unless my surrounding is suitable for sleeping " How did he know all that? Was he a mind reader too? She nodded again then slowly relaxed on the bed, still very much awake. Sleeping was not really what one did in enemy camp. He smiled, gently rolling over to his side to really have a look at her. She was truly very beautiful and innocent. He knew deep down that she could escape if she wanted to, he was no superman and she would definitely elude him. His hands itched to caress and hold her, that feeling was not alien, he had always felt protective of the girl. Onyedikachi simply turned to the other side of the bed with a smile on his face and very familiar words in his heart as exhaustion drove him to sleep. Smart girl! *** Two families living peacefully as neighbors till an unfortunate event turns them into arch enemies. How long will their war last when love decides to make their children mediators?

A fictional story. #25/11/2018 ✓✓28/05/2020 HRH: if this instruction was coming from man, I would have to protest. But since it came from the gods, I have no other option than to agree. Prepare the both of them to face the consequences of their actions. Oriaku do you wish to apologize to your father and your people and say goodbye for the last time? Oriaku: (sobbing bitterly) I did nothing wrong, but I was punished. On this land which I was mocked, humiliated banished, I will also be celebrated one day. To my Father, forgive me because I was not able to live up to your standards. ( the people starts making noises) In a very remote community, Uzoakula.., is a simple maiden in service to the royal household. Oriaku, as she is called by her people is very dear to everyone who comes across her, though when it happened that the very King whom she serve crosses her path, it becomes the beginning of losing all that is dear to her. The Outcast is a kind of literature drama that entails lies, deception and secrets which arose as a result of one mistake ### Any resemblance is a coincidence and the author renders apology to such individual.