Gidan Uncle Hausa Novel 20 Novels & Stories

she whispers, “this is darker than *Papa Legba’s* tricks.” The nail thrums in my grip, alive as a struck tuning fork. I think of Uncle D’s stories—how iron remembers the mine’s blood, the forge’s fury. How it hungers for vengeance. “Let’s answer them,” I hiss. Uncle D laughs, a sound like gravel and grace. He’s perched in the window frame, shotgun balanced on his knee like a lover. At sixty, he moves like shadow—a man who’s buried more traitors than the earth can hold. “Li gen zo nan do li! (She’s got backbone!)”

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 laughed, "I am. My great grandfather is from Gombe, he moved to Lagos and he married a Yoruba woman as second wife, she gave birth to my grandfather who also married a Yoruba woman. My mom is Yoruba too so you can say I'm half Hausa and half Yoruba." "Can you speak Hausa?" He smiled guiltily, "not really." "Then you're fully a Yoruba man." "I have Hausa blood." He argued. "It's been diluted." "Okay, you win." He said laughing. "You're Hausa right? It's actually obvious." "How? Because I'm too young to be married and the Hausas are known for early marriage." She remembered their first meeting. "Okay I might have been rude to you with that statement and..."

"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

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.

He asked I didn't know how to reply him, I looked at Anna's face but I couldn't read those emotions in her face. As soon as I wanted to speak, I heard dad's voice. "Kenneth, Kenneth," Dad greeted while doing their brotherly hug "Gbenga, the engineer, how are you?" Uncle Ken asked dad "Am okay o. See as you kon fresh like ripe tomatoes(Look at how fresh you are, like ripe tomatoes), you have finish Nigeria money," Dad said which caused everyone to laugh

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.