Gidan Uncle Hausa Novel 20 の小説・ストーリー

KINKY'S Dad Love on fire Chapter 11 By, baby favour ★★★★ Vanessa POV The dream I just had is a troublesome one. If it happens to me in real life I can survive it. I am sure of that. My uncle can't be a devil. Is it not possible that he is nice and treats me right? He cherishes me so he won't do that right?. Never he can't but is dream pain supposed to be that real?. I felt real but I am sure it was not my uncle. Mr Badmus we all know is a good man with his wife and kids but then we don't know why he is capable of doing anymore ever since they died in a motor accident he has changed and started doing some things.

「Uncle Noah, I think you are so very experienced in selecting bitches. So...if you don't mind, how about sparing me some of your experience. After all, these bitches I found are no better than yours.」 The last few words crashed my heart violently, with a burst of cold arising spontaneously. "No better than yours..." I repeated the words and handed the phone back to Noah. "Take your time. I gotta go now." I couldn't stand these two men talking about women scurvily and calling me and other women bitches. Maybe later, I would be on their topic list. I would never get used to this humiliation, so I'd better get out of there and kept myself from their little dirty "secrets".

What did I just say no she looked like shit yeah that's right she looks disheveled. "Dua where were you do you know since how long Azan and his family has been waiting for you" Uncle Habib said sternly. OK so my Abba is not the only stern man. Dua looked towards her dad and signed something that I didn't quite understand, they seem to have a silent conversation but whatever she signed seemed to tick off uncle and he raised his hand almost slapping her square across the face but didn't since Abba caught his hand mid way watching Dua putting her hands up in defense with eyes forcefully shut.

Izzy asked in a whisper, barely able to breathe, as she looked at her uncle, who was her mother’s brother. "I-I'm sorry, Izzy. Y-you didn’t make it in time for your mom. A-ate Hilda is gone..." Her uncle said, tears flowing as he struggled to breathe. Hearing those words, Izzy was overwhelmed with deep pain and regret. Her uncle spoke again. "Ate Hilda is dead, Isabel..." It felt like a bomb exploded in her ear, and those five words from her Uncle Pedring shattered her heart. Words she thought she would never hear again, especially after her mother had recovered completely.

“Your niece is fast. Think she beat me next time.” Chino laughed low. “She go beat you. She get Yoruba stubbornness from her uncle.” Liam sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder. Nkem ran up, ball under arm. “Uncle Chino! Uncle Liam say you used to play football in Lagos. True?” Chino looked at her—bright eyes, Adanna’s smile, no fear in them. “True. But I no good like your Uncle Wale.” “Who’s Uncle Wale?”

Soft music played in the background. The air buzzed with chatter, the clinking of glasses, and bursts of polite laughter. Aiden greeted a few familiar faces as we made our way toward a group of sharply dressed older men engrossed in conversation. As we approached, they immediately turned their attention to us, their faces lighting up with recognition. “Mr. Aiden,” one of them greeted warmly, breaking away from the discussion to shake his hand. “It’s been far too long.” My uncle smiled, his charm effortlessly taking command of the moment. “It’s good to be here, Mr. Conrad. I trust business has been treating you well?”

she tried to interrupt, but I quickly cut her off. “Where is your mother?” “She’s inside. But please, tell me!” She was desperate for an answer. “Take this bread to your mother.” Before I could even lift my head, Esther was already at the door. She stepped forward. “Good evening, Uncle.” “Good evening,” I replied, noticing the worry in her eyes. “Can we talk?” “No, Uncle. You just arrived. Won’t you rest for a while? Lagos to Benin is not like Ologbo. Please, at least bathe and eat first.”

Linux immediately stood up as soon as he saw that she was here and eagerly said, "Hil, you're here! Let's go back now." On the other hand, Byron's face brightened up when he saw Hilda. He excitedly said, "Hello! You must be Mr. Linux' younger sister! I'm Byron Orji, Peace's second uncle on her mother's side!" Oh, it's Peace's uncle! Thus, she greeted him. "Nice to meet you, Uncle Byron."

“Daddy in heaven.” Giselle smiled faintly, though her eyes glistened. “Good. Keep answering like that, alright?” Gesha nodded. “Yes, Mommy.” The car began driving out of the parking lot. But halfway out, Gesha spoke softly, “Mommy… that Uncle said he has a son, the same age as Gesha.” Giselle gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I see.” “That Uncle looked sad, Mommy,” Gesha continued. “Gesha doesn’t know why.”

(who are you looking for), the gateman asked in his Hausa intonation. "Please, am looking for Uncle Richard that's stays here", Rose explained. "You dey find Oga Richard, I dey come to make I call am," (You are asking for my boss Mr. Richard, just a minute, let me call him) the gateman said as he closed the gate and went into the house. A few minutes later he came out with Uncle Richard. "Welcome Rose, how is everything over there? How are your parents? Please come inside", Uncle Richard said as he and the gateman helped her with her bags.