Ban Farga Ba Hausa Novels & Stories

"I fit decapitate you, like this, and nothing would happen!" In case his poorly constructed pidgin didn't already give it away, Fuhad was furious with Angel for one reason or another and he was trying to use me to get to her. I'd been surprised when Fuhad had barged into my room on her fair day of training in our estate and threw a punch my way, he'd gone ahead to mutter curses in his harsh Hausa dialect when I'd blocked his assault and trudged out of the room in a fit.

she laughed then apologized " actually Saraba means goodies, like gifts you bring for loved ones when they come back home mostly something edible, like popcorn or cake or sweets and candies. Stuffs like that" she explained with passion " oh okay, what a funny name for treats, but sorry I did not get you any Saraba but when next I get a chance I will pick some saraba for you" mara replied. Fun Fact: Saraba is a word from the Hausa tribe of Nigeria. It is a word most used by the northerners in Nigeria.

In my mind, ‘this hausa babes can fall hand with their dressing sha’… She: Good morning sir… Me: Good morning… How was your night? She: It was fine sir… Me: Wait, how do you say ‘how was your night in Hausa’, because I’m trying to learn the language o… She: **laughs** You say ‘antashi lafia’… Me: **i try saying it after her** antashi lafia… Hmm, at least I’ve learnt one today. So, antashi lafia? She: **laughs** Lafia lau…

Specific people in specific places experiencing specific harm that had a name she had not yet found but that she was going to spend the rest of her life building the precise language for. She never met those people. She never knew their names. But she understood they were real and that their reality required her response. That understanding produced the argument. The argument survived forty-eight years and found them. Adaeze Nwofor. Hauwa Musa. Fatima Ouedraogo’s grandmother. Kouassi Adjoua. Eight hundred and forty-seven people in Burkina Faso. Two thousand, two hundred and fourteen people across three countries. All of them what she built it for. All of them real before she knew they were r

And just like that, a new weird feeling, more like fear of Allah the more (Imaan) increase in her heart. Nafisa cleared her throat in uncomfortable silence before replying her sister. "Just go to bed kis kis, you're making me scared all of the sudden. Please, sleep". "I was just wondering, I mean mama is fair and umma is dark in complexion and they are both Hausa. Look at how we eat and then our pour out waste (excrete) from our body. Hmmmn! Allah mai iko!" She lay back on her bed and draw her quilt over her. "Good night sister".

The driver was quite old, but he looked so friendly and nice and he was pretty dark skinned with wrinkles. " Okay toh, Ina wuni Malam, ban gaishe ka da wuri ba, ka yahkuri" Khalifa said and I felt as if he was speaking interesting chinese. But it was Hausa. Their dialect. " Ah, ba damuwa, ya hanya?" " Lafiya lau" " Toh madallah" The driver said and laughed a little.

"These are Sufyan's aunts so you're to come kneel before them and greet properly." His mother turned to the women. "Forgive her, she doesn't know anything about our culture. Awon Hausa o kin pon eyan le - hausa people don't have respect." She finished off in Yoruba. Sabeerah didn't say anything, she simply stod up and went to kneel before them just as her mother and aunts came downstairs. Sufyan's aunts said prayers for her before one helped her get up and then gave her a side hug, she went back to her seat.

I hustle her out of my house, locking my door behind us. PIDGIN ENGLISH Howfa, wattin you arrange abeg?- - - - what did you cook, please? Abeg, abeg make we dey go your house- - - please, please, let’s go to your house When you go do the Afang soup na?- - - when will you prepare the Afang soup? wey you talk- - - - - - that you promised Up nepa- - - - - - the power has been restored

i shrugged it off, a new feeling of uncertainty washing over me. "Don't touch new. Silly boy" I said and it just made his laughter more intense. I eyed him and stood up. "I think that's my cue to leave." I said. He then stopped laughing and frowned at me "leave?" "Yes now, since you're being an a*s" I said and turned around walking out of the lounge. "Well I'll see you later Alhaji." He called after me. I hated being called that. ———— "Alhaji" is a word used in Northern Nigeria and is a term used to classify rich Hausa men. Only rich men from the North are called Alhaji.

hushed out " Good day ma, welcome" Kaima great "hmm... thank you" glare at her joined Alisha. in the living room Fatima walks, her eyes so dime and scary, burning with anger" Alisha! Alisha!!, where is this girl" she yell furiously, Alisha rush in trembling in fear " what, where you doing there?" she roars in Hausa language " Mommy, we were just chatting" she whispered in Hausa language, Fatima eye mounted fear in her, she taught she would hit her