Hausa Love Novels & Stories

And after all, what's a lie? Tis but the truth in masquerade." -Unknown ... "No ma, no be how much I de sell am," (no ma, that's not how much I can sell it) the dark tall and slim Hausa trader spoke to Doris and Martha in pidgin with thick Hausa accent dripping as he spoke. "Ok, give us for one thousand five hundred naira..." (Give it to us at the price of one thousand five hundred naira) Martha tried bargaining with him.

After the church service on Sunday afternoon. The Olayiwolas were back to their house. Ben and Ademide were busy in the kitchen - about to prepare a meal of fried rice and chicken, they were back to how they used to be - all grudges buried, lost love found. Ademide laughed as Ben told her about the Hausa people and how it was difficult for them to pronounce some words. - words like People, the, and how they used the letter 'F' in place of 'P'.

In my mind, ‘this hausa babes can fall hand with their dressing sha’… She: Good morning sir… Me: Good morning… How was your night? She: It was fine sir… Me: Wait, how do you say ‘how was your night in Hausa’, because I’m trying to learn the language o… She: **laughs** You say ‘antashi lafia’… Me: **i try saying it after her** antashi lafia… Hmm, at least I’ve learnt one today. So, antashi lafia? She: **laughs** Lafia lau…

I said as my grandma told Ikhlas the story of her youthful days. I came back with the remaining coconut juice to meet the two ladies laughing at Allah knows what. "What are you laughing at?" I asked. "she is telling me stories about your naughty childhood" Ikhlas answered. We prayed Asr and continued chatting till Ikhlas said she needs to go back. My grandma bade her goodbye and gave her Tsamigaye (A hausa local sweet) she thanked her and I went to escort her, I bade her goodbye as she left.

I was enraged and I narrated the whole ordeal to them and on impulse, another slap was thrown across her face, it's issuer, Aisha. "Kishi da mugunta (jealousy and evil), bitch." Aisha rapped in Hausa. "If I ever see you anywhere near us, I'd make your life a living hell. Scram!" Ella raged. "Who sent you?" Tj muttered, disappointment evident in his tone.

Such a stupid and sick mentality. Hana laughed. 'Why are you so mad?' 'Because it's just so so sad. The way our people think.' We heard the sound of the bell and we stood up. The class we have now is Yoruba and I so so enjoy yoruba class especially because I know I'm going to read to the class. Uthman and Michelle were walking side by side to class in front of us. And Hana whispered into my ears 'I think Michelle is warming her way into Uthman's heart. Such a waste for his fine face when they start dating.'

"Mrs.Han you don't seem to understand, that woman has been his lover for a long time, and then they got married for only three months and then broke up for an unknown reason... it's hard to move on just like that..." "Mom please understand.. it is really hard for Mr.Lee... she is his childhood sweetheart also his wife for only a short time. If I'm in his situation I can just forget everything just because you say so, it is his First Love!" "Haist!! nowadays only a few people believe in those kinds of things... It is up to you if you want to continue your life and be happy or you just want to tie yourself and have a hard life and regret forever!" ALRIGHT, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

She lifted her head with a dazzling smile and shining eyes. Her eyes landed on Hoseong and she praised, 'Hoso Oppa 10/10 nobody can defeat you in this! He smiled and gently tapped her head. Minho pointed at Hea and whined, 'Yaa, you shouldn't say that until you taste everything'. Hea looked at Minho with her eyes shrunken and asked, 'Is anyone jealous of me and my Hoso Oppa?

Plus I look and feel good with a Dhuku on. I love representing my Yoruba culture. Yoruba is such a beautiful place with amazing art sculptures, mouthwatering food, our unique Eyo Festival, entertaining movies and TV shows, beautiful clothing, beautiful people, and beautiful language. My favorite word to say in Yoruba is “Isokan” which means “Unity”. Without unity, there won’t be peace or teamwork. Plus without unity, there would be more bloodsuckers like me who aren’t as remorseful.

"Is barawo." "And how do you say 'you are'?" I asked "Kai ne." "Kai ne barawo," I tell him. "Ina Ni mace. Ina Ni…Tiger Kambori." He smiles widely this time. "You shall be speakin' fluently in no time. Most people say 'dat Hausa is a difficult language for correct pronunciation, but you seem like a natural."