Hausa Love Novels & Stories

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

he paused stroking her cheeks. “I love you”. At that moment a light show was displayed which read. “I Love You Daria” Daria stood speechless, her eyes became teary. She could believe what was happening but she loved every minute of it. She hugged him tightly as she took in the sight of the light show. Daria opened her mouth to speak but Nicholas stopped her placing his fingers on her lips. “I don't want a reply now” “take your time” he said hugging her again.

She knows her father's other funds are running low. Just then, a strange rattle happened behind Leah. Shocked she swung around. Is someone driving a strange vehicle at her? But then she had to laugh. Grandpa Gonzales' freezer that dates just about back to the time when Vasco da Gama discovered the Cape of good Hope. How strange to realise that someone is still using the freezer? Or perhaps no one ever bothered to turn it off.

The way she cries easily is what Cookie took after her. "The Hausa's gives out their kids for marriage, including those who are just ten years old, so why can't an eighteen year old get married? How is she too young for marriage?" Cookie's father asked, "Rubbish!" He cursed. Mrs. Oyin sobbed a little bit louder this time around so her husband would notice. Even if he did, he didn't spare her any concern. "You are not from Hausa, so why have you chosen to act like one?" Mrs. Ken asked. She was a sharp tongued woman, one Mr. Oyin had told his wife to stay away from but she won't listen.

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..."

Did I tell him wrong? "Wife." And then he tapped my forehead, I closed my eyes immediately. "Hubby!" I love him. "You're not supposed to hurt your Wife, you're supposed to make love with me!" He said it emphatically and then I pouted. He laughed at my answer while I frowned. "You're really funny, Wife. That's why I like you." My heart was lost inside my rib cage, and if my rib cage were to break, it would probably break right away from the loss of my heart.

"Sister, our community used to be a family building assigned by the bank. Although it is an old house, it is still very safe." Sister Wang, the fat landlord, was panting while climbing the building, but Amway didn't bring any trouble to her house. Sister Wang really likes this beautiful, cute girl. Just came back from abroad, and no boyfriend, live alone, worry free.

he asked noticing how badly she wanted him to change the conversation. She nodded her head disapprovingly but suddenly muttered " I don't like it but I love it. This actually my first time in being in such a place" she said sincerely. Her first response somehow got him apprehensive but he relaxed when she said she love it not like. How funny. "Seem the other guys don't take you outing" he teased her again offering her the wine the waiter had poured into their glasses. He took a sip from his and urge her to do same and she obediently did.

He suggested, leaving all the pretence now. Vasudha looked at him and sighed. She washed her hands and sat next to him, offering him some freshly made laddoos. Sanjay thanked her, but didn't touch them. "Bhabhi, you are very angry with me right? I broke all my marital vows and moral codes by falling in love with another woman, even when I am bound to Aishwarya." Sanjay began, but Vasudha stopped him midway.

As a corpers posted to the far north, far away from my Ekiti state, it was not easy at all. I could not speak Hausa, the few words I learned in the camp, I use to buy things in the market. Words like: Ina kwana- Good morning. Na wan? - How much? It was quite difficult living in a new environment. The people though friendly find it difficult to communicate with me. They will say: Ba a Hausa meaning Cannot speak Hausa. Sometimes they will ask you: Akwai Hausa? meaning Can you speak Hausa? I will always reply Ba bu meaning No or Kadan Kadan meaning A little.