Gidan Uncle Hausa Novel 20 Novels & Stories

she asked. “I'm Jade. You seem to know this place pretty well. How long have you been here?” “A few months ago, I was sold to Eduardo when my father caught me lying on top of a girl kissing her in my room. Her name was Ife, and she had Nigerian descent.” My jaw dropped, a shock brewing in my chest.” what? That's shocking. I'm so sorry about that. You mean he didn't owe the boss anything and sold you for compensation?” “Not exactly a story you hear every day, huh? Well, no, he was a priest; he had the money and wealth, and he just sent me here so I could suffer for my sins. He said I was condemned, and this was my hell; he was such a fanatic.”

I hid all the sad and worried faces I could have and put up a smiling face. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. From when your father died to when you got kidnapped, all thanks to your husband." His eyes were staring at me; probably he was expecting me to say something. "Yeah, I'm fine now. But how...how did you get to know all of that?" Now, I was the one giving a suspicious look. Uncle Josiah laughed softly as he walked closer to me. "Your aunties may be so busy with the kitchen and their daily work. But I will always keep an eye on you; your father left us a responsibility we are going to uphold." He cupped my cheeks and smiled.

"He was shot by unknown gunmen__" "If you are going to lie to me Sir Chidi, please respect my intelligence by making it more believable and have the decency of not avoiding my gaze." She glared at him, then heaving she asked again in a low monotone that hinted at her almost exhausted patience. "What Happened to my uncle a day before yesterday?" Chidi stared at Kunle who averted his gaze. They both remained quiet. Jasmine rolled her eyes. Her uncle's best friend will always remain fiercely loyal to him, even in death.

Then he asks me: - And your aunt? - She's in your room. - Okay. He takes two pairs of underwear out of his pocket: - Here, these are for you. - Thank you, Uncle. - Hide them well. He touches my breast before going into the room. Djena's Uncle

Slowly, he closed the magazine, set it facedown on the desk, and turned the page on his work. Dear Readers, Thank you for walking with Thalassa through her darkness and into her light. Her story is a reminder that the masks we wear do not define us. What lies beneath does. With love and gratitude, Oma ©️ Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Oma) All Rights Reserved. September 2026 THE END

“You’re not that old uncle so don’t try to sell me the youths of today losing their culture and tradition and stuff, I was supposed to be at a party by now thanks to you.” “stop lying kid you don’t even know what a party looks like or what they do in a party,” Okafor teased, the tension of earlier slightly easing off his shoulders, being with his favorite nephew whose name was Aka does that, but he; like all Lagos youths tend to give themselves an alias to sound cool so he wanted to be called by his moniker ‘Hacker’, an altering of his birth name. if he wasn’t a programing prodigy then he was close, and that was why he’d always hang around the boy so that his skill set won’t get him in troub

He had simply nodded. Aunt Adama and Uncle Rabiu were as detached from the family as one could get. They had left Nigeria a long time ago, never once bothering to look back on the Motherland. The foreign life suited them, in a way the Nigerian one never could. Adnan's father used to tell him that Uncle Rabiu was accidentally sent to Africa right before his birth. Instead, he should have wound up somewhere in Europe or thereabouts.

Uncle Dale stroked Zanza's head, his cold gaze now turning to warm gaze, "Why should you bother arguing with an insignificant girl like her." Uncle Dale continued again. The smile on Zanza's face immediately turned into a spoiled smile, she then tilted her head, looking back at Hana with a mocking gaze, "Sorry uncle, I've been trying to ignore her. But, her shocked face is too attractive to pass up. ” Zanza replied with a chuckle. Hana's body immediately froze, witnessing the closeness of Zanza and uncle Dale, who clearly confirmed that they were indeed uncle and nephew.

she hissed, then walked away. "See this uncultured girl ooooo. When I finish with you and your family ehhhnn, you will regret it", Mama Ebuka lamented loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. Iyunade walked angrily into their two-bedroom apartment where she met her two younger brothers. They both postrated to greet her. " Good morning sister Iyun." "Did you sleep well? ," she asked, to which they both nodded. "Now that I think of it. Olumide, why are you both not in school?," she inquired from the eldest of the two born after Sade.

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.