Gidan Uncle Complete Hausa Novels & Stories

Uncle Art said teasing. “OMG! Am I going to be a godmother soon?” Joan exclaimed excitedly which made Maan and Gil blush. “Uncle, it depends on that something…we’re not yet …like that.” Gil said embarrassed. “Your nephew is so slow, Jean. Gil, you should work faster. What if my niece changes her mind when she gets back to the province. Huh! It’s your loss!” Uncle Art said. “Uncle! We just saw each other now and its seems you want to give me away!” Maan said faking offense.

Hahaha! Tim laughed loudly with his hands behind his back. His eyes fell on Hansel and Wade as he said, “Uncles? How dare useless people like you who only know how to plot in the dark call yourselves my uncles? Simply ridiculous! I don’t care about uncles with wild ambitions like you!” “You!”

Giovanni declared. "Giovanni franklin Aderemi!" His mother called his full name which means she was angry. "How dare you talk to your uncle like that because of some girl?" "Don't act as you care about anyone other than yourself. I don't give a damn about this family because none of you were ever there when I needed you. Family is about been there for one another but none of you cared about anyone other than yourselves. "

my uncle jokes. “So my mother says,” he replies, with a smile that makes me swoon internally. Double damn. “Well, I’m sure any woman here would be happy to have you,” my uncle, the suck-up, says. “This is my Beta, Jayvon Mason,” he says. I miss the rest when he greets my aunt because my friend, Veronica, sends me a mind-link.

Then, she pointed at Maia, who was standing next to him. Amanda ran over to the little girl and swooped her up quickly. “How could you call them by their names? He’s your father’s brother. Don’t you know that makes him your uncle? You have to show them the respect they deserve. Alright?” Greta nodded and said in a cute voice, “Okie-dokie! Uncle Cedric. Aunt Maia.”

Aiden exclaimed, making Jasmine turn to the source of the voice. Handsome Uncle, why is Uncle here? asked Jasmine, scrunching her forehead in confusion. Jasmine, this handsome uncle is actually... Aiden told Catherine not to say it. Uncle came to see mine."Is mine happy? Aiden asked. I'm very happy to have an uncle."He finally met my mommy," Jasmine said with a big smile. Wait a minute," said Aiden as he left. Soon, the doctor and nurse arrived and examined Jasmine. Catherine and Aiden waited by the sofa and watched Jasmine being examined.

He said. Yulia scoffed. “And if you do not mind me asking, what do you want from me?” Yulia asked. “Everything.” I heard the promise of pain and torture in voice. “Ever since your uncle did what he did to me, I have been the laughing stock of my clan. I have become nothing but a joke to everyone. But you are going to change that by the time I am done with you.” He hung up.

I was willing to deal with him for bringing up such a past, but just then, Caleb, his so-called foolish son, ran up towards him. “That's enough, Uncle Caspian.” He placed his hand on my chest as he pushed me away from his father. “You killed your own father, and here you are fighting mine? You wish to kill him too?” As he pointed his hand at me, speaking to me—his uncle—with disrespect, I didn't hesitate to teach him a tiny lesson. I swiftly got a strong but casual grip of his hand pointed at me. “I'm your uncle, Caleb… show some respect!” I bent it over, the pain excruciating as he wailed in pain.

The moment my eyes met purple ones, we both knew and had a mutual understanding about how we had messed up. “Aria, this is your father's brother, your older uncle, you can call him Uncle Ronald.” Oblivious to the tension between us, Mrs.Laura said.

A few men walked over to us. Daddy seemed very happy to see them. I recognized some from Daddy’s company. Next was Mommy’s brothers. Uncle Musa and the eldest uncle. They looked so tall like Daddy but with bright smiles and shiny Nigerian coats that had gold threads. He crouched down to my level right away. “Angel, my little niece! Do you remember me?” he asked, eyes twinkling. Before I could answer, Uncle Musa stepped up beside him with a grin. “No, no, she doesn’t remember you, Yusuf. You’re not important enough!”