Madigo Dadi Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

Alpha Makahi confronted the woman who broke into his pack and pack house. “Do you mind telling me who you are and how the hell you breeched my pack lands and pack house.” Makahi asked, towering over the little woman standing before him. “My name is Fayola but my close friends call me Lucky.” The woman said, waving at Lahni who scowled back at her. Lucky’s smile fell as she looked at Mina. “Uh is she still mad?” Lucky whispered as she grimaced. Mina nodded her head quickly, not looking in Lahni’s direction. “Would you care to tell me how the hell you breeched my boards and got into my pack house?” Makahi interrupted. Lucky’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh man I’m glad you asked because if m

"Good morning, Mr. Adeyemi. I'm Ada. I'll be looking after you today." He turned. His eyes were alert, assessing. "Ada," he repeated, as though testing whether it was real. "Short for Adaeze," she said. "It means daughter of a king, back home." Something moved across his face recognition, or relief, or simply the comfort of a familiar sound in an unfamiliar place. "You are Igbo," he said. "From Enugu." She smiled. "You?" "Lagos. But my mother was from Imo." He paused. "I did not think I would hear Igbo names here."

Maggie tried again to send a message to Dakari and she could hear that wonderful static that told her he was at least receiving her message. She heard nothing back but a speck of blue pushed out of one of the rocks. A little girl, hardly bigger than a werekitten, stood on the rocks now. She had two braids, and a very dirty face, smudged with tears and no shoes. She was looking behind her as a very thin Dakari climbed out behind her. Maggie roared with pleasure. She hadn’t meant to, but the sight of her brother overjoyed her.

It was minutes since Madie reached the kitchen and they still haven't given her any food. 'Assholes.' was what he thought. Dario quickly turned and fixed a plate for his baby, as well as his. All the time, he felt her stares at his back. There was only one thing going around in Madie's pretty head. Whatever happened the other day to the both of them, she got really lucky. This man, taller than her, bigger than her by tons, and looked like a model, was her Daddy. 'My Daddy'. She thought again, but she couldn't believe it! It was too good to be true!

Because she believed it was women's job to take care of their home singlehandedly, she remained a housewife. My dad, Alhaji Muhammad Agogo was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His smile alone meant the whole world to me. As the only child he had, he loved me immensely. He was a renowned businessman in Nigeria, having many companies across the cities, where raw materials are converted into finished products.

I was on my way to Ibile where i buy cows and mala sold me some cheap one, i was happy but when i checked by bad, i could not found money, so i asked my boys to stay behind while i ran home to get the money, on my way home i met this beautiful girl she smiled at me and i to her, no time so faced where i was going, but what i noticed next was that i was already in the camp where she always came to slaughter people, she was such a devil and i was sold out to her by my most loved boy" Adepegba still was alone and that day his father visited him, though had tried severely and had been refused, but that day he made up his mind to go in against his son wish, the guards had warned him but he refuse

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.

And to think this all started because of that certain book. A book that changed her entire world and life forever. Madison lived with her parents, inside a large estate villa with a burgundy roof, amber walls, and a garden. Her father was a successful farmer, a tall and handsome Hispanic man, while her mother was a beautiful Irish woman. This mix of blood birthed her with long garnet locks and emerald orbs.

Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination. Front cover image by Salem Goodness Book design by Salem Goodness 10KM, Idiroko rd canaanland ota, Ogun state, 112233

"Oh, you noticed. But it isn't something you should worry about, you know. Your dad just needs some time. He'll come around." It was something she was telling herself too. Something she wished would happen soon. "Okay, mommy." Maryam picked up her book. "What are you reading?" asked May, trying to start up a new conversation. She didn't see the book's title because half of the purple cover was peeled off. "Purple Hibiscus," Maryam replied excitedly. "Written by Chimamanda Adichie, my favorite author," she added. "Isn't that too much for you? Do you even understand a word?" May thoughtfully asked.