Gidan Uncle Hausa Novels & Stories

she suddenly interupt her uncle, she didn't know why she dislike the word weakling when her dad was on spot. "I can't help it your dad is so weak that even rats can kill him on the spot damn I can't believe, well your father is handsome and rich at that time but rich and face in our world is not even qualified" her uncle sigh again she even smile on what she heard she knows that her father is rich and handsome she can see that because her face was resimble to her dad when he was young. "Well your face is kinda like your father will your boyish and I well tell you I'm a lesbian My niece haha" her uncle said it and she was stunned, she didn't even imagine her uncle to be a lesbian her uncle is

Cause I have to keep this up till I get what I want. I head out of the house towards my car and that is when I bump into Adamu. Lisa's talker Hausa gateman who for some reason looks Igbo. "Ah!! Oga sir! Good morning fah! How your night? " He begins as soon as he sights me. (Boss, good morning! How was your night. Ah' and 'fah' are exclamations){Pidgin} "Erm, Adamu, how far you now?" I greet.

‘You do realize it’s still early, right? ‘Well, excuse me for being excited!’ Uncle Jayden shot back. ‘Do you know how long we’ve been waiting for this?’ ‘We? You mean you've been waiting,’ Aidan corrected. ‘And you’re already acting like it’s your pup.’ ‘It’s my niece or nephew! Same thing!’ Jayden retorted, and I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. ‘It’s actually grandniece or grandnephew,’ Uncle Aidan rebuts. ‘Damn. Are we that old already?’ Uncle Jayden gasped.

Hahaha! Tim laughed loudly with his hands behind his back. His eyes fell on Hansel and Wade as he said, “Uncles? How dare useless people like you who only know how to plot in the dark call yourselves my uncles? Simply ridiculous! I don’t care about uncles with wild ambitions like you!” “You!”

My mouth formed an 'o' shape in understanding. Hayden's uncle stepped out of the car and walked towards us. He was a tall man, with dark skin that matched Hayden's complexion, making me realize how common it was here. Dark skin was prevalent among the majority of people I saw, and I admired the acceptance and lack of discrimination. "Aye, look at my boy Slim!" his uncle exclaimed loudly, embracing Hayden in a hug. Hayden seemed displeased by the affection, but his uncle only laughed, unaffected. "Yuh aunt vex. She say she ain't see yuh in so long," his uncle continued, and Hayden rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing?” “I’m just talking to Soren,” I say, smiling up at her. “He’s nice.” “Uncle.” “Uncle Jax is my uncle but he says call him Jax,” I shake my head, rolling my eyes at his silliness and folding my arms. Jax said ‘uncle’ is used only for really old people and relatives. Mummy looks at him, and something in her face changes. Soren stands up, tall again, and they stare at each other for a moment. I don’t know what they’re thinking, but it feels important, like a secret they’re keeping from me.

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.

In a loving voice, Josiah's grandmother corrected Nia, "Don't you remember him, Nia? He is your Daddy. Why did you call him uncle?" "Oh, you're right," Nia paused before responding, "but if I call this nice uncle Daddy, then I would end up having two Daddies, right?" Feeling frustrated about the entire situation in her family, Josiah's grandmother slapped her forehead. With a smile, Josiah walked over to them and explained, "Uncle Charlie is just an uncle, he is not your Daddy. It will be a mess if you call Uncle Charlie your Daddy."

One thing he was finding very difficult to get used to about his second uncle was his habit of giving everybody endearments. He had only called him his name the first time he'd seen him. After that, the boy had been dubbed Dashing Dandy, whatever that meant. Just as he had called baby Kanayo 'Bambino' and he called Eniiyi by her other name or Pea Blossom and Pumpkin Pie. Apart from his endearments, he really liked Uncle Mide and would have loved to know more about him, considering that it was only Uncle Femi he had ever known.

They waved to the guy that stood beside Mama whilst he reciprocated with a shy smile. "Good evening my children." Mama replied with a smile as she made herself comfortable. "How are you guys doing? I'm sure you are all happy about the holidays?" Uncle asked making them all respond with wide grins. "Sir, ma, mama, we'll be leaving now." Aisha said on behalf of them all. "Okay dears, Hold on." Uncle said before handing each person five thousand naira each as holiday money. Or should I just become a guest too? They offered their thanks while I excused myself to see them off.