Fulani Hausa Novel By Khadija Candy Novels & Stories

At some point, I felt sorry for the trepadised doctors observing how frightened they would become whenever Leonardo noticed my features contorted in pain so I did my best to mask the pain I would feel as I recieved my injections. After the doctors left, Leonardo called a maid who had my bath prepared after which we both had dinner in my room. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder with my petite figure hauled against his large frame. He was reading me one of the books I did not get the chance to complete before I got hit by this dreadful illness. It was tittled 'Faceless' by Amma Darko, a Ghanaian novel. I really loved the novel. It portrayed the phenomenon of the street child especially

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir. I just met you" He looked at me in disbelief "What's your name again?" "Hannah” "So Hannah, you don't remember seeing me outside?" I replied softly "I saw a lot of people, I'm new here so I can't study their faces in a short period of time" He nodded and continued looking at the files in front of him. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" He looked at me "No, I'm fine for now. There's a file I want you to collect from Mrs.Badmus...."

Roksolana asked. "Because I like it here. I love to cook and I can eat while I'm cooking." The girl replied. "But how did you get here?" Roksolana asked her. The girl whose name was Khadijat began her life history. Roksolana found out she was from the Jedi sultanate which was a neighborhood to Wadai' sultanate. Sultan Jamal had saved her from a moneylender who had been chasing her and her mother after they couldn't pay up.

"You forced me. You aren't asking my permission to live here," The woman laughed in my surprise again. "I'm sorry for my husband's attitude. Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Jasmine. And I'm his wife," "She's the Queen Luna of this pack," the Alpha King told me. I rolled my eyes and didn't answer. As if I'm interested to know them. "What's for dinner today?" "Oh, I prepared a special dinner for us. Good thing I cooked extra, just right for... what's your name?" His wife asked me.

I said as my grandma told Ikhlas the story of her youthful days. I came back with the remaining coconut juice to meet the two ladies laughing at Allah knows what. "What are you laughing at?" I asked. "she is telling me stories about your naughty childhood" Ikhlas answered. We prayed Asr and continued chatting till Ikhlas said she needs to go back. My grandma bade her goodbye and gave her Tsamigaye (A hausa local sweet) she thanked her and I went to escort her, I bade her goodbye as she left.

Before entering the village, she broke the last egg; many slaves came out, beating tom-toms, and others loaded with sacks of silver, gold, and also many oxen. When she entered the village, Koumba looked royal. Everyone was out to watch her." At the end of the story, Fatima was already sleeping, Halima had told the story while having tears in her eyes, Fatima had become like Koumba, a motherless girl, an orphan. "I would do anything so that she does not feel the absence of her mother, I owe that to Khadija my best friend"....she said determinedly wiping away her tears.