Ever Obi
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Ever Obi is a business executive and a Nigerian fiction writer. He is the author of the mystical novel, Men don't die and his second novel, Some Angels don't die.
Quotes
[edit]Some Angels don't die (2021)
[edit]- There was a time when Peter’s life was simple, when little things in it were enough.
- Page 1
- depressed flesh that encircle[s] her eyes
- Neta speaking on her dependence on glasses to hide her look. Page 35
- It is something the Igbos take very seriously,” she said. “People don’t marry Osus; they marry among themselves.”
- Page 27
- As usual, the stories were disheartening. Corrupt politicians accused of looting hundreds of millions; the economic struggles of the Nigerian real sector; a man raped his twelve-year-old daughter; a Roman Catholic priest accused of pedastry
- Page 17
Men don't die
[edit]- What is in these bags? He asked himself. I should open them and see for myself. A second thought: Or I should just leave them and leave this scene. A third thought: let me just see what is inside. What’s the big deal? As he opened the first bag, his eyeballs bulged, and his lips parted wide open. He shook his head and opened the second one – the same content! Brume felt it with the tip of his fingers, and it was real; the two bags were filled with stashes of money.
- Page 31-32
- “Daddy?” Brume called. “Dad!” Eddie did not turn; he kept walking until he was out of sight. Brume shrugged and closed the door. That was quite weird, he thought, but he made up his mind that he was not going to think much of this strange visit.
- Page 15
- She was sweating and her face was gradually turning pale.
- Page 150
- An ugly man stepped into Don Benson Street. He was huge and had a very dark skin. His complexion, combined with a black t-shit and black jeans, seemed enough to force the sun to hide in the clouds. Though he had a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses on, it was quite easy for anyone who care to take a quick glance to see that he was ugly. His nose was broad, and his nostrils wide open like the holes in a double-barrelled gun. Then his lips were full, dark, and thick. With the long scar across his face and an evil goatee hanging from his chin, he had the meanest face one could ever imagine seeing in the morning.
- Page 142