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and clean her face gently. "Hajiya what happened to deejah and why are you still crying." Hajiya lubabatu asked worriedly. "Khadijah was ra...pe and still unconscious and when Alhaji heard the news he also fainted" She stutter, tears choke the utterance of her voice and she buried her red nose inside the handkerchief again. "Innalilahi wai'ina illahi raji'un!" Hajiya lubabatu exclaim and cover her mouth tears welling up her face.

They - Lash and Zulqa - entered the venue which was decorated in the traditional Fulani theme with Halima, Hassana, Hussaina and Qifdiyya tailing behind them all holding calabashes filled with fresh whole milk which Fulani call kindirmo and another traditional food made with millet called fura. Lash sat beside Zulqa and the event started. Towards the end, Lash fed Zulqa the Kindirmo and fura and he did the same too. The fifth event was the kauyawa day which they decided to call Hausawa day. It was conducted in favor of Lash because even though she's not entirely sure, she believes she's Hausa by tribe.

I also like the fact that her female leads ain't that weak compared to other stories that l read before. Woow she must be a great author then. Shadrack has been listening and watching her attentively. He liked the way she was animating about every thing she said about her favorite author. So where is this author Khads from that you are so proud of and what's your favorite novel. He asked her again. Well she is our own Ugandan lady based in the United Arab Emirates. And my fav. novel is my famous hubby and his mysterious hidden wife which she is completed. I love her other novels too such as her new one his high class maid.

Maybe hunger would, too. She had three coins in her wrapper pocket—just enough for two akara and a sachet of water. On the way to the stall she passed a kiosk where a cracked television replayed the street show. There she was again: barefoot, bone-colored dress, red heels in one hand. Two men argued about whether it had been a stunt or courage. A girl with cornrows whispered, “I want to walk like her.” Promise kept moving, cheeks warm. At Mama Sade’s frying pan the oil snapped like rain. Promise bought the akara and asked if she could have the smaller ones. Sade winked and slid an extra half into the paper. “Eat and stand tall,” she said. “Lagos respects stubborn people.”

Mallam Garba ➡ No, no, Ahah, me I get my own, Oboi, this girl she get bum bum, eberyday she dey service me oo wallahi, Johnson ➡ Hmm, Mallam Garba, so any new chick? Mallam Garba ➡ Yes oo, you know one maize seller? Ifeoma! Johnson ➡ No! Who she be? Mallam Garba ➡ Kai yaro, this girl she fyn and she white oo, ifp you see her body, Waiyooo, ur prick go fuck tire. But she no dey give her body oo, she dey toss her body dey say no man fit satisfy am! Johnson ➡ Hmm, where she dey,?..

As the Submarine ascended towards the surface of the river, the only thought on Ara’s mind was “Where was he going to find a marriage counsellor this late on a Christmas night in Paris?” About the Author Musa Hashim is an Author and Pedagogue. He is a citizen of Nigeria. He is a graduate of Biological Sciences and he is based in Kano. His writing genres are Mysteries and Thrillers. He was shortlisted for the Yasmin EL Rufai Foundation (YELF) writing workshop 2019 facilitated by Pwangulongii Daoud, and Kaduna Books and Arts Festival (KABAFEST) writing workshop 2019 facilitated by Zukiswa Wanner. He was also among the last 20 of the Quramo Writer’s Prize (QWP) 2019.

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We discussed about our families and other relevant things including school activities, country, and of course our chat system. When it was 10 minutes to go, I bade him farewell and I left for home to meet that my dad had gone out. I just opened ghe door with my spare key and went inside. I didn't feel like taking anything that afternoon so I continued to surf the web mostly on my social media handles. People that bought Kingsley's book wrote great reviews on it with a 5-star rating so I decided to read it too. I bought it and read it, it was a really nice article if I should say. It was about the Ferrari that Otedola had bought for his daughters. He wrote about a desperate girl who wanted he