Kwarata Complete Hausa Novels & Stories

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.

It then dawned on Kwaku that he had to continue the rest of the journey alone but yet they were in the middle of nowhere. “Ha!! Ha!! Ha!!!…” Kwaku’s laughter echoed on their midst, he laughed at them all. “Look at them, who then do you think is willing to give up his life to the greedy king Zoomorah of the Funni clan? I am Kwaku the beast, the greatest warrior who slained the Amori clans and returned alive. I am a son of the land where we are made leaders and I tell you today that the journey your king had sent us was a dead end. Ofcourse he may have died before this day together with his men form starvation and thirst. Listen to me this is where we had come to the end of our search and from

Tanna said. "She obviously doesn't." Anita said facepalming. "Okay then explain" I said. "This is Gorontula. It's an Hausa kayanmata. Come to think of it. It's perfect since you're marrying an Hausa man isn't it" Tiara explained. "What does it do then?" I asked. The all looked at each other in silence. I didn't understand what the looks were for. "You're kidding right?" Tiara said glaring softly at me.

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.

Time flies so fast,seconds turn to minutes, minute turn to hours,hour turn to days and day turns to months. It been three months already that Zuwairah was now in Kaduna. She now lives with her crazy aunt 'Aunty Hauwa' though she has been nothing but sweet towards her ever since she has been living with her. She takes good care of her and never let her lacks anything Zuwairah is four month gone now,five more months to go and she'll put to bed insha Allah

He was dumbfounded at the information he had gotten from her friend. " Yes, Kwame I told you like you but you aren't giving me a chance," Serwaa said thinking she had twisted Kwame's mind against his friend Kwaasia baa (foolish woman), you think you're wise er?, I'd show you. Kwame thought to himself while Serwaa was yabbying on.

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.

That answer made Kwezi pop her eyes again, she did not think that he knew the meaning of her name, they were from different tribes, Lebo is Sotho while she is Xhosa and it was no secret that those tribes had a feud. “Yes, Kwezilomso means the morning star, but I don’t only want you to be my morning star, I want you to be my star all day long, would you be my shining star Kwezilam?” asked Lebo, his heart rate has also picked up as he was worried that the woman he really likes for the first time might reject his advances. “I thank my ancestors for brining me here, I also thank God and Mapula for bringing us together and I would love to be yours Mr. Lebenya.” She told him and he smiled.

“Daddy’s home.” Moments later, Yemi arrived, having come over as a trusted friend and sounding board. Nathan motioned for him to sit in the living room while he carefully placed Amira in her swing, making sure she was comfortable. Few hours later “I still can’t believe everything that happened in Kwara,” Nathan began, his tone heavy. “Zainab… all the secrets. Chief Kareem’s empire. It’s… a lot to process.” Nathan already told Yemi everything that happened back in kwara and Abuja

Then he instructed the people saying: "The common man will have only one wife. Only a chief may have four or more wives. For this reason, you Hausa shall be brave because you come from wolves," said Q'waeti. "In every manner, you shall be strong." I close the book " What a rubbish and joke " I said and pull out a different book. It is red and the ink is thick and blue. "The Child Eater" is the title. I lean against the bookshelf and open it up. Here lived once a big woman named Dask'iya. She was an evil woman who stole innocent children from their loving families and takes them to Yaq'ilis Creek (Dry River in Barbarian country). She gathers the children together by the