Gidan Uncle Hausa Novels & Stories

There is a knock at the door and Amphion’s father pops his head around the door. “How are you all getting on, that's the DJ all set up?” Uncle Haggen tells us, he goes to his son and starts to fix his bowtie before doing the same to us all. Uncle Haggen still looks the same age as us, the only tell-tale sign is the speckle of grey hairs he has gotten over the past couple of years.

If she recalled correctly, she was eight years old back then. Her uncle gazed at her with a sharp grin and an unconventional gait. Yes, her uncle's walking style was different. He used a cane for support. Slightly limping but confidently welcoming anyone who approached him. Including Alvin and young Fathia. Although his voice sounded warm and welcoming, for some reason, Fathia flinched under his challenging gaze. Her uncle's grin seemed ready to cut her down without mercy. It made her grip her father's hand even tighter.

' He begged through the mind link. 'Don't you dare Hazel, let the man sweat. I've never witnessed him so embarrassed before,' Gidian spoke. 'Gidian you asshole.' Gidian began howling in laughter. "Zander, how many women have you been with?" Oh Lord, Uncle was really grilling him hard. I could see Zander's face and eyes getting puffy, I decided to save him. "Uncle Abe, how does it feel to be married to a woman who's a descendant of a God?"

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!”

I finally found the man I was crazily looking for, and at the same time, what an unlucky day — I found him, but I can't have him. I sighed. My eyes fell on his veiny hands on the steering wheel. His hand was gripping the wheel just like he held my neck in those nights — not tightly, just in control. My thighs clenched. Oh gosh. I looked ahead. Stop it, Elora. He is your step-uncle now. It's so disgusting. Even I was trying to remind myself how wrong this was now. My head voice wasn't helping me — it kept interrupting, saying, So what if he is your step-uncle? He is step, not real. Eww, I never thought I was this sick in the mind.

Then Naira got into his sight only to get him confused. Naira's P.O.V. Getting ready, I forwarded towards downstairs. Uncle got uttering, "Should I drop you?" Before I could utter something, Akash's yelling got into my hearing, "What the hell, Mom?" Being confused, I turned to Aunt Jiana who was sitting beside uncle. Glancing at Akash's room, Aunt got uttering, "He will never grow up." When they found me all confused, Uncle spoke up, "Akash's friend has come. Leave that. Should I drop you?"

(who are you looking for), the gateman asked in his Hausa intonation. "Please, am looking for Uncle Richard that's stays here", Rose explained. "You dey find Oga Richard, I dey come to make I call am," (You are asking for my boss Mr. Richard, just a minute, let me call him) the gateman said as he closed the gate and went into the house. A few minutes later he came out with Uncle Richard. "Welcome Rose, how is everything over there? How are your parents? Please come inside", Uncle Richard said as he and the gateman helped her with her bags.

“Daddy in heaven.” Giselle smiled faintly, though her eyes glistened. “Good. Keep answering like that, alright?” Gesha nodded. “Yes, Mommy.” The car began driving out of the parking lot. But halfway out, Gesha spoke softly, “Mommy… that Uncle said he has a son, the same age as Gesha.” Giselle gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I see.” “That Uncle looked sad, Mommy,” Gesha continued. “Gesha doesn’t know why.”

Somia’s uncle house was so clumsy and full with people who were the party members, and doing the preparations before going to the party house for the swear in. Somia’s uncle was with the elders of the party in his living room, standing and talking that they were shouting loudly and laughing. He was wearing Agbada, which was African men outfit and using a cap with it. It was Agbada that all of them were wearing, and that was the uniform for Nigeria politicians. The man who was the party Godfather, and Somia’s uncle excused themselves from other people and walking to another corner in the living room. Holding a cup with wine inside it, and walking step by step beside each other.

, "Good thinking Uncle. Are you planning to open a company" "Yes. But I don't know if my dream will became true or not", "Which kind of company do you engaged in?", "Machines and farm products", "And it will help many people Uncle. And don't worry, l will help you fulfill your dream uncle", "Really dearest!" Aroused Mandrel, looked up at Jeisin, "Of course, daddy friend" Jeisin replied. And she continued, "Well Uncle, that's enough. I got to go to Granny and hear a story. But you are not hungry right?",