Hausa Novels & Stories

I thought about who he could be. This was a guy I wouldn't be able to recognize if I should see him tomorrow and the only thing he'd said to me that night was; it's a beautiful view, the ocean at night. His accent, a blend of Hausa, Yoruba, and even American. I kept what his history was. "That must be nice. The ocean at night. Good! So you are going to become a full-time artist in the future, right?"

The driver was quite old, but he looked so friendly and nice and he was pretty dark skinned with wrinkles. " Okay toh, Ina wuni Malam, ban gaishe ka da wuri ba, ka yahkuri" Khalifa said and I felt as if he was speaking interesting chinese. But it was Hausa. Their dialect. " Ah, ba damuwa, ya hanya?" " Lafiya lau" " Toh madallah" The driver said and laughed a little.

Asked another elder. “You underestimate us too much that is why you can only think of gemstones and minerals when you think of Africa, but it is more than that, it is an ultimate gift from the Moon Goddess herself, not some man-made thing.” The elder told them. “Don’t tell me that the Africans found the last living royal that we have been looking for?” exclaimed the vampire with his cold eyes fixed on the African.

They - Lash and Zulqa - entered the venue which was decorated in the traditional Fulani theme with Halima, Hassana, Hussaina and Qifdiyya tailing behind them all holding calabashes filled with fresh whole milk which Fulani call kindirmo and another traditional food made with millet called fura. Lash sat beside Zulqa and the event started. Towards the end, Lash fed Zulqa the Kindirmo and fura and he did the same too. The fifth event was the kauyawa day which they decided to call Hausawa day. It was conducted in favor of Lash because even though she's not entirely sure, she believes she's Hausa by tribe.

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.

He explains. "Oh, okay." I say awkwardly, knowing it will be rude to let the conversation die, I say. "Where are you from?, What's the language." "Nigeria. My language is Yorùbá. My name is Ayö." He smiles. "Uh okay. Ayyoo." I attempt to pronounce his name, and he chuckles, he does that a lot, chuckles. "I'm going to teach you Pronunciation," He begins, and I frown.

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

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

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.

she laughed then apologized " actually Saraba means goodies, like gifts you bring for loved ones when they come back home mostly something edible, like popcorn or cake or sweets and candies. Stuffs like that" she explained with passion " oh okay, what a funny name for treats, but sorry I did not get you any Saraba but when next I get a chance I will pick some saraba for you" mara replied. Fun Fact: Saraba is a word from the Hausa tribe of Nigeria. It is a word most used by the northerners in Nigeria.