Dan Adam Hausa Novels & Stories

this place looks like it was gonna collapse if an external force is used on it . am still wondering how the great chief of Jambe could live comfortable in this wracked hole call house . " am sorry for keeping you waiting Mr Adams " the old cranky chief said smiling making the wrinkles on his face visible . "no problem chief Bahu " Jordan said calmly and the old man who happens t be the chief of Jambe nodded slowly . "please have a seat " he said and we both nodded and quicky sat down at the available seats behind us . my eyes still roamed around the house

This is how it went. "So, i believe you're here to apply for the work of a driver?" Sa'eed states the obvious in Hausa to Adamu, A frail looking old man with crooked brown teeth. "yes. I even have a driver's license." the old man replies also in hausa showing Sa'eed a tattered driver's license with a passport of Adamu attached to it. His full name, Adamu Muhammadu, it written with other things. "okay. So do you mind if I ask you some questions about yourself?" Sa'eed asks again in Hausa.

I could see Sophia doubled over, hands on her knees, definitely worn out from the exhaustation of running while Adam stood in front of her, smiling and saying things I could not hear. Sophia stood up, said something to him and she made to hit his chest which he ducked before bursting into laughter, head thrown back, hands on his lower stomach He was the definition of carefree and outgoing and happiness and liveliness. He was the perfect definition of a happy child. I don't know why I was feeling like there was more to all the smiles. ********** ~Adam~ It was yoruba period and Oluko was teaching us something about the trades in Yoruba land.

Adam snorted, "It's always about money! Well, then I'll come! You are my future wife, I should have paid you anyway," Adam said in his usual arrogant tone. Jenna felt like dancing and singing! Yeah! She can keep all her savings and travel for free! Perfect! "But there are conditions that you must fulfill! Umm, you must be willing to serve all my needs, " added Adam dryly. Jenna snorted, then glanced at Adam in disgust. The Uber Car has finally come, Jenna and Adam hurried inside. Jenna immediately felt comfortable that there was a heater in the car. She rubbed her ears and nose which already felt very numb.

"Good morning, Mr. Adeyemi. I'm Ada. I'll be looking after you today." He turned. His eyes were alert, assessing. "Ada," he repeated, as though testing whether it was real. "Short for Adaeze," she said. "It means daughter of a king, back home." Something moved across his face recognition, or relief, or simply the comfort of a familiar sound in an unfamiliar place. "You are Igbo," he said. "From Enugu." She smiled. "You?" "Lagos. But my mother was from Imo." He paused. "I did not think I would hear Igbo names here."

'' Delta is the lowest-tiered Werewolf nation. ''Good. I'll be there with Perol,'' replied Eden mentioning Perol who is a Beta, the older brother of Herol. He then walked down the stairs at high speed. Herol's forehead wrinkled. He still remains in his place. Astonished by Eden's enthusiastic attitude that the man rarely shows. What's more, it's about women. Eden who is famous for his power and power throughout the pack in the Scandinavia area is also known as the loneliest Alpha, having not met the Luna.

She cleaned up his shoulder as well. “Thank you,” Adam said, once she was done. “I think I should move out of the middle of the road now.” “I’d say you don’t need to worry because no one ever comes down it, but it shows what I know,” she replied. “What’s your name?” “Adam,” he said quickly. She continued to look at him, and he realized people were supposed to have last names. “Adam… Blue.” He figured since Seth’s last name was Green and Daniel’s was Redd, everyone here must have a color name.

He laughed, "I am. My great grandfather is from Gombe, he moved to Lagos and he married a Yoruba woman as second wife, she gave birth to my grandfather who also married a Yoruba woman. My mom is Yoruba too so you can say I'm half Hausa and half Yoruba." "Can you speak Hausa?" He smiled guiltily, "not really." "Then you're fully a Yoruba man." "I have Hausa blood." He argued. "It's been diluted." "Okay, you win." He said laughing. "You're Hausa right? It's actually obvious." "How? Because I'm too young to be married and the Hausas are known for early marriage." She remembered their first meeting. "Okay I might have been rude to you with that statement and..."

Adepe asked with an expressionless face. "I want to introduce you to my lovely daughter. She recently came back from school, so I thought it would be nice to introduce her to you." Lady Cathryn turned to her daughter, who was smiling widely with her eyes fixed on Adepe . "Her name is Amanda, but she's mostly called Ama." She gestured at her daughter, then to Adepe . "He is Mr. Peme." Amanda smiled and slightly waved her hand at Adepe . "Nice to meet you, Mr. Peme."

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.