In Bani Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

This chapter is in third person's p.o.v. Wunmi got inside the room and removed her Gele. She sat on the bed and removed her shoes while waiting for her Aunty to bring Adesewa. The naming ceremony was a big success as people from far and wide came as a result of her little popularity when David was alive. "Adesewa wants food o, she has been crying since." Aunty Bimpe said as she brought the baby.

"Sasha, she ... needs you." Eustone stopped slicing and glance to Mrs Braun, surprised. "Sasha don't seem to be needing somebody." "She just act tougher but she's really soft like a marshmallow. She's just like that because someone had betrayed her and now she couldn't trust." Couldn't trust? He asked himself. Who the hell betrayed her and made everything hard for him? "I would never do that to her, I swear," he crossed his heart that made Mrs Braun smile. "I know... but he did."

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Not edited. Seven months pregnant but they didn't let Nana rest. At first, they are treating her like and egg but now, they could careless about what she's carrying, they have enough children around the house to care about her own. Today, they asked her to take a bucket and fetch water at the neighbourhood where some men that serve their NYSC in Zaria live. The men alone have borehole because all around the place, it's only their home that have light, borehole and it's the finest house all around.

I'm Irene Essah . Born and raised in Ghana . A sixteen year old girl. Student of labone Senior High School. I guess writing books was always a part of me for the moment where I began acting in my mirror to the moment I began placing my Bic pen on my notepad to write .Most of my books are written based on my own imagination and emotions . Beneath The Scars is actually on of them . When I began writing this novel I was going through alot . I had my b.e.c.e to think of ( it's actually an exams written to promote you to the senior high school of your choice.) as well as some other family matters . While writing this book I wanted to bring out an inspirational message to all those fighting with

Okay guys, a brief authors note before the main one comes after chapter 10 or 11. My name is Onyeanuna Ogechi Suzan I'm currently 19 years of age and an undergraduate at the Federal Polythecnic Nekede Owerri here In Imo State, Nigeria. So this book has a kind of Nigerian setting so don't be confused. I know some of you are wondering what these signs < > and this * * stand for. Well I use this < > when people outside of the main characters are speaking or when there are background voices.

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Damian looked up. "It isn't." Simple. Certain. Terrifying. Adaeze sat heavily beside Aunty Ngozi's bed. The color had drained from her face. "They know." Nobody argued. Because they did. Somehow. Somewhere. Something had leaked. Or someone had spoken. Or perhaps Chief Bako had always been closer than they imagined. The rain struck the hospital windows harder. The city outside had disappeared beneath darkness and water. Lagos looked like a place trying to hide itself.

Chapter Four After a day which began awkwardly for Bisola, she is happy to end the day with a good energy, she board a taxi and head directly to her house which is at New Bodija. After a few minutes on the road, she drops at the right junction to her house, Bisola pay the transport fare, then she head to her house on her feet.

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