Gidan Uncle Hausa Novel 20 Novels & Stories

" 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.

Adaora replied. Becca left immediately, anger burning in her body for amara. *************** AMARACHI Nonso listened to me attentively as i narrated my ordeal to him. He was totally shocked when he heard my uncle and aunty were planning on getting me married to chief clement. "That old man!"he bellowed I nodded my head as i cleaned my eyes. "You will never marry him ok. I am here for you"he assured me as he held one of my hands.

Enjoy your day!! Somia's uncle car drove inside LAGOS UNIVERSITY TEACHING HOSPITAL by his driver, packing at the packing space as one of the security guard was instructed him to do so. Somia's uncle opened the door when he saw that driver had stopped the car and getting down. The security guard greeted him as he was coming down and he replied, he wore a lovely Yoruba outfit and with a nice and shinning shoe. He turned to his left side and going straight.

Ajike retorted, “Which uncle?“ the police asked, Ajike didn't talk again, she burst into tears and her parents also burst into tears, “we have so many uncles around us, her father's brothers work for us and my siblings are working for us likewise my siblings, I don't know, and If you ask from her she might not talk for hours” her mom says, “Which problem is this, one uncle wants to kill my daughter, my only daughter in my house because of my wealth” Olabamiji murmured,

Me: uncle mxo. He turned and look at us more like shocked to see us here. Mom:aww mxolisi uyaphila.? Unclem: yeah I'm good how are you guys. He was scared and shaking lol its the first time I see my uncle trembling. Mom: where are your manners.? Unclem: oh sorry sis this is my woman asanda and baby this is my family my brother's woman and kids. Asanda: heyy. Mom: heyy, Mpilo& amandla: Hello.

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!”

The journey from Lagos to Enugu had been long and dusty, the kind of road trip where the air-conditioner in Uncle Emeka’s black Toyota Camry fought a losing battle against the harmattan heat. I sat in the passenger seat, my short Ankara gown riding up my thick thighs every time I shifted. At 22, fresh out of NYSC, I was supposed to be heading to Enugu for my cousin’s traditional wedding. Daddy couldn’t make it because of a sudden contract emergency in Abuja, so he’d asked his old friend, Uncle Emeka, to drive me.

Ifeme asked, biting his fingers with his front tooth. "Almost in the same manner that Adaugo died but a little bit different. Ezeugo died because of disobedience. He disobeyed the gods and collapsed," Okwudili opened his eyes. "Ifeme, your uncle died because he refused to follow the instructions of the gods. It is not good to follow your own way when the gods have chosen a way for you to follow." "Why didn't you warn him about disobeying the gods if you cared so much about him."

A fickle of surprise passed by her eyes before she smirked. "See this girl o" She turned to say to her friends while laughing "Na me she dey talk to like that?" (Pidgin English translation: Is it me she's talking to like that?" "No na it's can't be you na, unless she no dey well for head" was Hadiza's response. (No it can't be you, unless she's not well in the head) "Abi" Runke added. "Anyways forget about that sef. The main reason I'm here is to warn you to stop talking to Dili" Adaeze growled out.

* Like missing pages in a storybook Your daddy died when you were fourteen old enough that no one could tell you that he had gone to Heaven to be with God old enough that you knew that he was gone, disintegrated–he did not exist any more he died with his hands on the steering when his heart stopped pumping blood there was nothing heroic about the way he died only sad. Your daddy died and your uncles came You never called them "uncle", your mother would have slapped the words out of your mouth like poisonous fruits Your daddy died, slumped on his car's wheel and his brothers came for the house the house at Enugu, in all its white majesty the house at Enugu which had fine orange dust in the co