Gidan Uncle Hausa Novels & Stories

fuad say do i can sensé thé sarcasm in his voice but i choose to ignore. Fu'ad is uncle bashir son (my mum elder brother) we never get along and it become more annoying now since he knows i love nadia. "You'ré Lucky hafiz, hanan is thé most calm and collected girl among all thé girls in this family, i am happy for you broo."fadil say looking at me from thé rear-view mirror.

I said, raising my hands and Kene's hands up. Unfortunately the guys won, it was three against two. Kene's phone beeped before I could argue, I noticed his countenance changed. I looked up to find him already staring at me. "What is it? " I whispered softly. He immediately handed me his phone, I went through the phone to see a text message from his brother. Dumbi: Dad is cheating on mum. ***** Glossary Baba - Father Biko - Please Bayo, no lie oo... na you shift Hadiza's pieyint, no deny am - Bayo, don't lie, you shifted Hadiza's pant, don't deny it.

Mum was a Secondary School Principal at Idaw River Girls Secondary School in Enugu, the state capital of one of the Eastern states in Nigeria. Uncle Nnamdi, my Mums youngest brother lived with us for a while when he got admission into University of Nigeria, Enugu campus, popularly known as UNEC. He was in his first year in the university then. I could remember Uncle Nnamdi sweeping the compound and washing the three cars, even when they were not dirty. He was very nice to us.

I knew this too well, coming back home to be treated like an egg by her and then getting scrambled almost immediately. When we finally pulled apart, I turned to my father, keeping my tone formal and respectful. “Good evening, sir. Èkú ilé” Èkú ilé loosely translates to Well-done for being home. It’s a Yorubaland form of greeting by a person returning home to those he or she meets at home. His response was as curt as I’d expected.

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.

“How time flies…" “Who's he, mom?” Herzl whispered inaudibly to his mother. “I don't think I have seen him anywhere related to you, but he seems old.” “Yes, you can refer to him as grandfather.” Ciara cited in response. “He is mummy's uncle —your granduncle.” “I'll call him granduncle instead, I'm used to calling uncles —adding grand to it won't hurt, right mom?” He uttered in a quick yet smart voice.

“Promise. Now, let’s get dressed and maybe, if we have time and he’s still there, you can show your uncle one of your high kicks.” That cheers up the younger quickly. Hudson is rushing about getting dressed, forgetting his belt completely. Arabella chases after him, but he’s already running up to Gael when Arabella gets to the living room, holding his belt in hand. “Daddy, can I show uncle a move?” Hudson is jumping up and down, barely caring that he’s about to tip the chair from where he is tugging at the side of it. Gael laughs. “Ask uncle .” Hudson turns to the man, completely turning around in his personality. “Uncle, can I show you my high kick?”

Bashir Uncle said "I thought have told you to stop saying that Idi or I can no longer talk to you" Uncle B the elder one said "Hajiya don't mind him, you know him to always have problem with the less privileged" Uncle B said before they ate and left "Bashir come here" Amma said immediately they left "don't worry son you know how Idi is. He don't like people that don't have,which I don't know what they have done to him. But worry not I won't allow him to discourag your father" Amma tried to talk to Bashir because he looks heart broken. Bashir knowing fully well what his uncle is cabale of doing. He just don't know why problems always arise from father's side especially father's brothers calle

Me: lovely dad My name is funny right, well it's an Igala name. From a tribe in Kogi State, Nigeria. My dad insisted we all bear our tribal names instead of English ones so that we would always remember our roots. My name Unugwa is actually a short form of Ojonugwa, which means God be praised. My friends here found it really hard to pronounce that long version, in fact when they gave it a try, it came out that they were pronouncing something else. So dad allowed me to short form it. That was when I was five years. I actually love the way they pronounce Unugwa. It's really classic I pecked my mom

Her mother sighed, wondered how to start this story that left distaste in one's mouth. "Do you know B.B Bakura?" Their faces changed at the supposedly unrelated question the old lady asked. "Have you no eyes?" She asked harshly in Hausa making the recipients of her words flinch. They had eyes, they just had never put that kind of two and two together. "Can you not see that nose Labeebah is carrying around is a replica of that Kanuri boy B.B Bakura?" Labeebah's aunt blinked over and over like a doll, wondering how her sister ever even entangled herself with the current Vice President.