Adandi Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

After six months of the practices, Adekunle with his friend, Ojigi went for a hunt, after he caught an antelope, as they sat to rest drink a little water before falling back into the village, the both of them started hearing voices, when they turned, the realised that the warriors of Agbadu kingdom were running towards them; Adekunle and Ojigi were brave men, so they didn't run, they men attacked the both of them, one of the warriors who tried to lay his hands on Adekunle was jab on the head by Ojigi, he staggered backward and fell, the order warriors attacked

The chance to edit this chapter: My name is Adama, and I have a wonderful life, as well as a wonderful family to which I am devoted. I am a Nigerian woman who also happens to be an Igbo girl. While the majority of you may be expecting a werewolf, vampires, and other supernatural creatures, it is sometimes necessary to understand the real world and what exists on it. A story about myself and how I came to be in the position I was in will be told to you. I never imagined something like this could happen in this world, but it did happen to me. I hope you enjoy it.

The business with Aisha was to please Nana, something I believed he regretted till the day he was killed. I went to my room and broke my Asusu (piggy bank in the Hausa language); I had about fifty banks. I broke one for Nana and what I had was more than what they needed, but I gave it to them anyway with extra just in case they would need something when Mai'Aljanu arrived. I had to give them the extra because I doubted I would have the chance to help them discreetly again. Nana, Kawu, Aisha and Mai'Karfi were grateful. I saw hope in Aisha's eyes.

I wonder why it's been sealed off in the dark corner of an even longer and darker corridor. I pull one of the books off the shelves and look at the title. It is a very old book, with writing barely legible. I must test my skills in reading Hausa. "The Origins" is what the title says. I open the first page and begin to read. It happened long ago that Q'waeti journeyed all over the land setting the people aright and instructing the people that would come in the future how they should act. Q'waeti instructed the people on how to build houses. One day Q'waeti

They were walking into a story they couldn’t yet see, but they felt it pressing against their skin. Her name was Adaora. Seventeen. Bright eyes, quiet voice. The kind of girl you almost overlooked until you read what she wrote. She joined the session late—some friend had told her about it. She didn’t speak during the first round of storytelling. But her pen moved like it had been waiting years for permission. When Sophia picked up her paper, the words hit like a blade. Clean. Precise. Unforgiving. “He’s the one who pays for my school fees.

Avril said and bowed her head For a few seconds the girls were quiet. “then you have to be strong for yourself. You can pull through this” the first black girl said again. “thank you” “by the way I'm Chidi. I'm half Nigerian and half Kenyan” “it's nice to meet you Chidi” “by the way, how did they get you?” Nana asked “I was walking through a lonely bush path. They ambushed me and... and...” the words stuck in her throat

Since then things became less collectible, when he got married to his wife Ada also known as Madame V-boot matters got more complicated. So soon, Emeka arrived his auntie`s place. Cruising with gaiety of a lucky guy. Franck saw him from a distance. The prey was already at the hooking point. He came riding his brand new bike. Feeling very festive with a bright future ahead of him and his wife who was now challenging every restaurant business with her ‘Naija Plates’ brand.

God bless me, my family, and the entire human race. THE END Author: Muhammad Abubakar Penname: KingMoha Platform: Goodnovel

By the time darkness falls we have left the riverbank. The ends of my knickerbocker are still wet and they are cold, plastered to my knees. Amanda stopped us at the suya shop I'm front of the store. The suya man was busy arranging and rearranging the heap of meat stock piled on his table, a thickset man with too prominent a Hausa accent. He called her "Aunty", in that sly way traders do, even though he looks twice both our ages combined.

She was in no mood to eat anything. “That's some progress right?" Abena asked Akosua through the phone after she told her about the kiss at school and his he came to see them at home. “I really hope so, I just pray all this wahala ends." She said to her friend. "So do I, you deserve your happiness and Nyame Adom nti(By God's grace), you will get it back." She said to Akosua. “Anen, I receive it!" Akosua declared it.