Hausa Novels & Stories

Zack said, and two of them walked out of the house, and they strolled the crescent up and down, and they returned home, The following day, early In the morning, 'Tara called Zack's mom, "hello 'Tara, how are you?" Zack's mom asked, "I'm good ma" 'Tara retorted, "Can I ask you a few questions?" Zack's mom asked, "Yes ma, you are free to ask me any questions" 'Tara retorted, "Which tribe are you, and which state?" Zack's mom. asked, "I'm from Epe In Lagos state" 'Tara said,

"The woman hates my guts." Sasha giggled, her eyes twinkling with unshed mischief. "Uthe ufuna umshado, uzoba strong," she spoke in Xhosa. (You said you wanted marriage, you'll be strong). Demi threw her head back and laughed happily. Sasha barely ever spoke their mother's home language; they always spoke in Afrikaans and English. "Look who's talking!"

Moon Gods I love my pack. "Shh Alexa all will be fine," Brendon cooed rocking me back and forth like a child, "at least you now know your mate isn't a waffle." My tears now stopped leaving me with hiccups I look up to my cousin giving him a weak smile before whispering, "he is better. He is a waffle covered in syrup and smells like one too."

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.

hushed out " Good day ma, welcome" Kaima great "hmm... thank you" glare at her joined Alisha. in the living room Fatima walks, her eyes so dime and scary, burning with anger" Alisha! Alisha!!, where is this girl" she yell furiously, Alisha rush in trembling in fear " what, where you doing there?" she roars in Hausa language " Mommy, we were just chatting" she whispered in Hausa language, Fatima eye mounted fear in her, she taught she would hit her

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…

"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