My Uncle Hausa Novel By Sholy Mga Nobela at Kwento

She muttered sobbing underneath her breath as her voice streamed past the back of his neck. "After all these years." She whispered while he sealed his eyes shut enjoying the embrace of his mother and the scent of charcoal intertwined with corn. Uncle Bamidele came joining grinning with his ever brown teeth like as if they were something to be proud of. He seemed to have grown lean and much darker. His beard were unkempt and his hair had started to birth grey color.

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…

Song for this chapter; What I Want Is What I Got - Westlife. Octavia "I want to go and live with Uncle Seun in Abuja." Those where the words that broke the heavy silence, that hung around like a graveyard across the dinning table, that sunday afternoon when we were having lunch. The only noise I heard was the clicking of fork and spoon against plates. Untill I spoke up. So far breakfast, lunch and dinner were becoming boring because there was hardly any speaking on the dinning table except;

He called after them as Kwame drove off. “Your uncle is a very nice man.” Kwame's uncle added. “Yes, he is God bless him for me,” Akosua added as they dropped off Kwame's uncle at his house and proceeded to Akosua's. “I'm happy it was a success” Kwame added as her in front of their apartment.

She was enough to make me feel a little better. "Oh my!" I was surprised when Selly suddenly stopped her footsteps. She covered her mouth with rounded eyes. "Who is that charming and very dashing handsome man? Gosh, I've never seen him before. Is he an athlete? His body is very athletic." Selly was so hysterical with sparkling eyes that she pointed her finger in one direction. "Look, Nyla. He's so handsome." I immediately turned my head in the direction Selly was pointing. My eyes rounded wide. It turned out that the man who made Selly hysterical like that was Uncle Matthew.

Ajike retorted, “Which uncle?“ the police asked, While didn't talk again, she burst into tears and her parents also burst into tears, “we have so many uncles around us, her father's brothers work for us and my siblings are working for us likewise my siblings, I don't know, and If you ask from her she might not talk after two hours” her mom says, “Which problem is this, one uncle wants to kill my daughter, my only daughter in my house because of my wealth” Olabamiji murmured,

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

My lashes fluttered nervously, and sweat formed on my palm, but I hurriedly cleaned it on my clothes, stretching my hand to get a shake. I didn’t know what I was doing at the moment, but the man before me didn’t seem to care. His hands were buried in his pockets, and he just stared at me with little concern. His eyes were cold, distant, and hard to read, and he didn’t look like he recognized me at all. “He… hello… Uncle…” I made to greet, but the words died in my throat the moment Grandma stepped in. “We should all be at the table. Come, Nova. Let’s go.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me away, and a feeling of relief washed over me.

A few men walked over to us. Daddy seemed very happy to see them. I recognized some from Daddy’s company. Next was Mommy’s brothers. Uncle Musa and the eldest uncle. They looked so tall like Daddy but with bright smiles and shiny Nigerian coats that had gold threads. He crouched down to my level right away. “Angel, my little niece! Do you remember me?” he asked, eyes twinkling. Before I could answer, Uncle Musa stepped up beside him with a grin. “No, no, she doesn’t remember you, Yusuf. You’re not important enough!”

The purple clouds darted above my head as the bus stopped inside a park in Port-Harcourt. I was feeling dizzy but managed to follow the short line of people who were walking towards the door. Every individual who boarded the bus from Enugu to Port-Harcourt kept their eyes fixed on their luggages as if they were trying to guard it from being stolen. Uncle Max was doing the same. I wasn't. My mind was fixed on something else. Maybe because it felt strange to be visiting Port-Harcourt so soon even when I wasn't done with my WAEC exams!