Adandi Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

Her mother sighed, wondered how to start this story that left distaste in one's mouth. "Do you know B.B Bakura?" Their faces changed at the supposedly unrelated question the old lady asked. "Have you no eyes?" She asked harshly in Hausa making the recipients of her words flinch. They had eyes, they just had never put that kind of two and two together. "Can you not see that nose Labeebah is carrying around is a replica of that Kanuri boy B.B Bakura?" Labeebah's aunt blinked over and over like a doll, wondering how her sister ever even entangled herself with the current Vice President.

Ada handed Ikedi a goat skin fill to the brim with water. “Thanks” He said weakly. He gulped some quantity and handed the remaining to the girl sitting beside him. Ada shot the girl an angry glare but swallowed the envy that piled in her throat. Men are the same, Ikedi did not only stole the ofor and abandoned me, he also went and married another girl. “Are you alright?” “Who, me? Yes, I’m fine?” Ada flushed with embarrassment, grateful for the night that covered the color on her cheek. Until Ikedi had spoken, she hadn’t realized that her eyes were frozen on the girl.

She explains softly. Did I mention that she is very blunt and has no fucking filter? The only reason she can speak to me that way is because she is the apple of my Grandpa's eyes, literally. Ada is an Igbo girl from Nigeria. She moved to the United States after getting a fully funded scholarship from my grandpa. It's safe to say that once he met her, he fell in love with how respectful and extremely smart she is. The first time we met her, she greeted my grandpa by kneeling. We were so confused, not understanding why she was kneeling.

Though she Verbally abused me she never hit me once since My Uncle never allowed it but Once My Uncle Onyeka passed away hell was let loose on me. With time things became very difficult as they were not very rich to begin with. Aunty Yetunde has always been a housewife and she hates to think about working talk more of actually Working. Once things became too difficult, I was married off to one of Lagos most wealthiest and eligible bachelor, Damilayo Christian Adelaide. The only son of The Adelaide family who was twenty at that time and had just graduated from one of the prestigious schools overseas and came back to Nigeria to Claim his legacy.

“By the heavens!" Adaku jerked away, but her elbow caught the calabash by the right, knocking it off from the rack and spluttering the black liquid. Nnenna’s eyes broadened as she tried to jump away, but Adaku did not give her the room. She caught Nnenna by the collar and landed two hot slaps on the older girl’s cheeks. “My…princ…” “One more word from you and this Uri (local pencil) would be the last thing you remember when I have your head hanging on the crimson pole.”

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and opened the door for them "Thank you" they both entered inside the shop and walked straight to the receptionist. The young lady at the desk was busy reading a novel titled "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greeted "Oh! I'm sorry" the lady said before greeting them " Good Morning to you. Welcome to Ashafa's shopping mall. How may I help you?" the lady said in a professional way

"For the sake of Ibekwe who we all gathered today to honour, I would advice you let your pride sink inside you and set you free." Nnadi moved away from Okoli and walked to a large round table that had a jar of palm-wine on top of it. By now, the adoption ceremony was over and Akwaudo and his wife with the help of some women were already packing up empty gourds, bowls and ensuring that the leftovers were kept in the right places. He drank a gourd of palm-wine as the thought of Okoli's argument drowned his mind. A moment later, he laid down on the table and moved his fingers from one corner to another, heavily drunk. After some series of pointless movements of his fingers, he detracted from th

Cause I have to keep this up till I get what I want. I head out of the house towards my car and that is when I bump into Adamu. Lisa's talker Hausa gateman who for some reason looks Igbo. "Ah!! Oga sir! Good morning fah! How your night? " He begins as soon as he sights me. (Boss, good morning! How was your night. Ah' and 'fah' are exclamations){Pidgin} "Erm, Adamu, how far you now?" I greet.

He walked back to his part and start packing the necessary things he will need over there. *** Guess Tehzeeb will be free for now Thank you all for reading my novel. I appreciate your efforts by voting and commenting My Upcoming Novel will be Hausa Novel and it's gonna be my first novel in hausa...... DANI KIKE

This chapter is in third person's p.o.v. Wunmi got inside the room and removed her Gele. She sat on the bed and removed her shoes while waiting for her Aunty to bring Adesewa. The naming ceremony was a big success as people from far and wide came as a result of her little popularity when David was alive. "Adesewa wants food o, she has been crying since." Aunty Bimpe said as she brought the baby.