Hausa Novels & Stories

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

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 didn't belong in the same frame as her. "Hi," she said brightly. I startled. Looked at my feet. "I'm Aisha," she added, extending a hand. Her smile was warm, genuine. "Isabella Hartley." I shook her hand. Her grip was firm, confident. "You're American," she said, tilting her head. "New York?" "Yeah. You?" "Nigeria. Eastern and northern part." She laughed softly at my obvious confusion. "My dad's from the north. People always think mixed . You know, Blasian because of the eyes. Nope. Just me."

The driver looked at him,trying to remember if he had seen him before. "Good evening sir" The driver replied still trying to remember the face. Jay noticed his facial expression and heard him questioning himself if he knows him(Jay) or not. "You probably don't know me" The middle aged man kept thinking if he had seen jay before. "Oga,no vex o,we don meet before?age don dey tell on me o, i nor fit remember people like before( sir,don't be annoyed,have we met before,now that I'm aged,I don't remember people like before when I was younger) ,he said in Nigeria pidgin English. Lillian stood

Find Nneka and Nwakaego and get the necklace from them! Blackwheel turned as soon as he remembered the path that led to Nneka's hut. When he got to the compound, he stopped and asked a young girl in distinct Igbo if she knew where Nneka's hut was. The young girl said he was standing in front of her compound. Blackwheel sighed as he felt relieved that he had finally found the hut of his daughter. Slowly, he walked towards a hut that looked like what he had entered the previous day. He knocked. The door opened and Nneka told him to come inside.

"Meet Mrs Abdulazeez she's one of the supporter who sponsor some kids in this school" "Really? Good Morning Ma'am" I said greeting the beautiful woman "Morning dear how are you doing?" "I'm fine Ma, how about you?" "I'm good too what a brilliant girl.....shéy Òmó yorubá nié ni? (Are you from the Homeland Yoruba?) "Bééni Ma Òmó yorubá ni mí (Yes Ma I'm a Yoruba girl)" "Wow! From which state?" "Kwara State Ma"

That's good baby, I hope rich folks like us learn from us and know that being proud doesn't pay and that we are all one" Chris whispered and honked. The gate was opened immediately. He followed the direction of the gateman and packed in the car park and both got down. "Good am for morning small madam" the gateman greeted in broken English mixed with his Hausa intonation. "I'm impressed" Chris whispered at Sandra seeing that the gateman was full of life and smelled good. "How are you Yakubu and how is work?" Sandra asked smiling. "Work I dey fine small madam." "Good morning oga, are you the guy who intended to marry my small madam here?" The gateman muttered gr

Sarah said raising her injured hands in salutation and Christabel burst into fits of wild giggles. "Eh!, Christabel, blood is dripping from your head!" She screamed concern edged in her sluggish voice slanting her pain. Again, that sharp, sluggish, acquainted and chummy screams. 💥💥💥 Glossary of Nigerian words according to how it is used in the chapter. Jahwe - it is fondly added to words to show their emergency. Oya - it means do fast or be fast. Olofofo - busy-body. Khaki no be leather - it was used to show or tell how crucial one could be.