Latest Hausa Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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…

As a corpers posted to the far north, far away from my Ekiti state, it was not easy at all. I could not speak Hausa, the few words I learned in the camp, I use to buy things in the market. Words like: Ina kwana- Good morning. Na wan? - How much? It was quite difficult living in a new environment. The people though friendly find it difficult to communicate with me. They will say: Ba a Hausa meaning Cannot speak Hausa. Sometimes they will ask you: Akwai Hausa? meaning Can you speak Hausa? I will always reply Ba bu meaning No or Kadan Kadan meaning A little.

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.

"Is barawo." "And how do you say 'you are'?" I asked "Kai ne." "Kai ne barawo," I tell him. "Ina Ni mace. Ina Ni…Tiger Kambori." He smiles widely this time. "You shall be speakin' fluently in no time. Most people say 'dat Hausa is a difficult language for correct pronunciation, but you seem like a natural."

I blurt out. Cortèz starts to stroke his cane over the sand making a capital L. “Let.” He says to us while he writes the capital letter U. “Us.” Then strokes his cane again making a capital A. “All.” Writes the letter H. “Heal.” Lastly he finished with the capital U. “Unexpectedly.” Harry finishes. Cortèz smiles. “The island of LUAHU is home for people who wishes to heal. May the both of you heal from your pains and be awakened soon.” He walks away until he magically disappears fading.

"These are Sufyan's aunts so you're to come kneel before them and greet properly." His mother turned to the women. "Forgive her, she doesn't know anything about our culture. Awon Hausa o kin pon eyan le - hausa people don't have respect." She finished off in Yoruba. Sabeerah didn't say anything, she simply stod up and went to kneel before them just as her mother and aunts came downstairs. Sufyan's aunts said prayers for her before one helped her get up and then gave her a side hug, she went back to her seat.

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

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.