Novel & Cerita Gidan Uncle Hausa Novel 20

Seun just laughs. "Did something happen between you and Dami?" Seun asked suddenly before taking a sip from his own drink that was different from mine. I let out a bitter laughter kicking the sand. "Honestly, I don't know." I feel his eyes on me and I look up at him. "When I first heard that My Uncle had married a Fifteen years old girl to his Twenty years old Son. To be honest, I wasn't surprised at all. They're old fashioned and they don't see anything wrong since they too were married at a young age too."

He walked back to his part and start packing the necessary things he will need over there. *** Guess Tehzeeb will be free for now Thank you all for reading my novel. I appreciate your efforts by voting and commenting My Upcoming Novel will be Hausa Novel and it's gonna be my first novel in hausa...... DANI KIKE

"Well that's how it feels when you smoke and I complain." We both left the house and went into town. It was on a Friday, three days had passed since I last saw Lokun. I couldn't go to school because I thought running into him would make me scream or faint again, I felt sick after what he showed me, I kept feeling queasy, and I was vomiting for two days. Everything I once heard my uncle describe to my mom he felt after he ran into a Yemoja at the beach a long time ago. Of course, everybody thought uncle Ade was full of shit. He was an irresponsible drunk with at least four wives, more than a dozen children, and even more bastards. He was funny but that was his sole importance to anyone. When

Jack ended the call and went back to their table where Gab is eating ice cream "Uncle, I want more." "That's your second bowl already, princess. Your mommy Elisa will kill me." Jack pinched Gab's cheek "Let's go?" "But I want more, uncle." Gab pouted "Please?" Jack chuckled "You can have mine." He then pushed his bowl of ice cream to Gab "Yehey! Thank you!" Gab gladly accepted the ice cream from her uncle "Gab, can you tell me about your family? Are they good to you?"

'Iya Idowu, you child of a scum, so you want other children to die the way your own children died. Iya Idowu gasped, hit heavily by the weight of the old man's words. Few people knew the truth about what really happened to her children as it had been long ago. Her elder twins, a boy and a girl, had been known for being light fingered since they were toddlers and due to her constant protectiveness and blindness to their ways, they'd grown up to be hoodlums. At the age of seventeen they were busted in a big heist in Lagos city and burned to death by the angry mob. The boy that came after, Idowu, at the age of twenty one, had recently left for the south, after he'd been caught having an affair

They all cracked up once more and when they were through, Uncle Philip inquired having dropped his newspaper from so much laughter. "What do you think happened to her?" "I don't know" I whispered as my eyebrows came down in confusion. "She left us and got married for crying out loud. You are so funny. Stop watching Nigerian movies. They are not healthy". He giggled. Aunt Uka turned to her daughter and said "Have you seen what you have done to your uncle?" the little girl smiled and waved a sorry at me. "Don't mind her; she was probably just playing with you. Nobody died in that room". She assured me and suddenly from behind her appeared a pretty young girl with a tray of fried rice. The arom

Uncle Jaafar was becoming furious now. Everything he said was just ringing in my brain, I couldn't believe it was Uncle Jaafar speaking. Baba's elder brother. No! I couldn't believe it. Reedah walked to where he was standing infuriated and knelt in front of him and continue shedding tears, holding his feet. "Uncle you're all we have now in Nigeria. We don't have anybody else, apart from Aunty salamatu. No where to go and no where to sleep. Uncle, please just consider us. We are not here to worry you and we won't agitate your family and no we are not here to accuse you of Baba and Ammi's death. It is only he who created them to serve him that took them back, so Uncle, please let us stay with

In my mind, ‘this hausa babes can fall hand with their dressing sha’… She: Good morning sir… Me: Good morning… How was your night? She: It was fine sir… Me: Wait, how do you say ‘how was your night in Hausa’, because I’m trying to learn the language o… She: **laughs** You say ‘antashi lafia’… Me: **i try saying it after her** antashi lafia… Hmm, at least I’ve learnt one today. So, antashi lafia? She: **laughs** Lafia lau…

The soft embrace was what she needed she hugged him back not wanting to leave anytime soon, he took her to a seat and they sat down together close to her sister's while she was still in his embrace. "The brake failed, they collided with a truck, Chuka died at the spot, Dad is in surgery while mum is in coma. The car is in total wreck" Chidinma narrated she was trying so hard not to cry she had to be strong for her sisters. Tears were dropping from Chimamanda's eyes Their Uncle on the other side was lamenting "fake crocodile tears I'm sure he is happy, I know he has a hand in this and I will surely find out".

"If that call doesn't come to me today then I would have never known about this fact. And neither will I know that I have any blood relative in this world. I'm not without acquaintance." With more drops of tears in her eyes she was looking straightly into Wadan's eyes while telling him. He was staring at her with a helpless look as she was backing away. But he got astonished at the words that came out of Hadia's mouth. "Whose calling are you talking about....who told you all this?" Now his tone becomes a bit rigid on what Hadia just said. "From whom I just recently came to know that I have an uncle. He told me and he did well to let me know. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to know about this