Fulani Hausa Novel By Khadija Candy Novels & Stories

Hajara had to find a means of livelihood for their survival, with the money she had saved up, she started selling small provisions in front of their house, she braided peoples hair, just so they would have food on their table. Things started getting worse by the day as Sulyman spent all his day indoor, he no longer went out to find jobs, instead he started going out late and would return home late in the night drunk, reeking of alcohol. She would always wait up for him no matter the time he came home, waiting for the day he won't come back drunk, so they would sit down and iron things out.. but that day never came. Until the day he came home with another woman, who he said was carrying his

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.

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Something I had never done. With Sola, there were a lot of things I found myself doing which I didn't usually do. Like staying up late at night just to talk with someone. "Tell me about your family." she said, staring at me. I cleared my throat. "Nothing much about my family. My dad and my mom are happily retired and they stay together in Abuja. I have a younger sister who is a model and a lawyer. Her name is fayokunmi. I also have a... Half brother who is a year younger than me. He doesn't stay around here though. "

Amirah rolled her eyes at Maman Balele's change in behavior, she wasn't surprised, she made it clear how much she hated Hajiya. Aunty amarya laughed, "haba, didn't I come to see you just last week?" The woman scoffed, "that's long still, Khadijah come and hug this old woman's bones. I might reek of old age and staleness but at least not of evilness." She said looking pointedly at Hajiya who was sitting opposite her. Amirah moved shifted further from Maman Balele when Khadijah came to greet her. "So I heard you Lolo, had the guts to arrest Halimatu. Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un- from Allah we come and to Him we shall return." She lamented.

She smiled, a very wide smile that could break her cheekbones into two. °°°°°° .ABUJA, NIGERIA. Hidaya shrieked and hold her hands to herself. She was making pancakes but end up burning her index finger with the pan. There is no day she won't burn her hand while making pancakes in the morning but she never gave up on doing so every morning. Her husband is about to go to work and she really needs to make breakfast for him not that she does it everyday but she tries her best to make him happy like he makes her.

Emaad gave Hunza a glare, and then he turned back towards his friend. “How do you know each other?” Saliha asked. Hunza rolled her eyes. “Famous for being a heartbreaker, the whole town knows him,” she said, annoyed. She was staring at Hunza, expressionlessly. “What?” asked Hunza. “Nothing?” Saliha said. “Come on, we are getting late,” Hunza held her hand and took her inside. *********** “When are you going to get the phone?” asked Hania, smiling. “Here, I did this for you,” she gave her the notebook.

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

Reading books has been my therapy lately. "Let's get to it," I mumbled before I started searching the shelf to find a book to keep me busy, and I finally found one, 'Promises Are Made To Be Broken' by Cha Cha, a Nigerian author. Although it was my first time checking this book out, but I trust her work to always come out good, because I've read some of her books in recent days and found them all interesting. I had no idea why her books are here on the royal shelf, well, that wasn't my problem though.

My Fiancée is a sweet man and he wouldn't lay his hands on a woman but nevertheless shout out to those that feel women shouldn't be treated badly and we as couple and the future rulers of this state are ready to take up any abusive case about women, I appreclate you all because you Just prove that women should be supported but nothing of abuse happened between us and everyone do get your PVC and vote for my flancee because we have to fight for women Injustice" I said and Everyone cheered me and Kunle Just smile and stare into my eyes. Who is Shade? She asked and Kunle was about answering and I beat him to it. "Shade is once a maid in the house of the smiths,Shade had come to hustle in Lagos