My Uncle Hausa Novel By Sholy Novels & Stories

Elara The message had barely registered before Elliot pulled the car to a stop outside Beaumont Holdings. Neither Clara nor I said much as we got out. The building was still fully lit despite the hour, most of the upper floors glowing against the dark London sky. A few employees stood near the entrance talking in low voices. Nobody looked relaxed. I tightened my grip around the bouquet Elliot had given me earlier. “This is strange,” Clara muttered. “Because it is.” Elliot shut the car door and looked at both of us. “My uncle just called. He wants me here too.”

I walked and sat in the middle of my parents while my uncle opened the floor. "Ékààró óó gbógbó ílé, órúkó mí ní Zacheaus Dare, mó dé kí yín. It's amazing to have with us, our oyimbo people who have come to ask for the hand of our daughter in marriage." He welcomed us in Yoruba and I looked to see Ethan wearing a white laced agbada. He looked amazing. I turned my gaze to his parents feeling bad that my uncle was speaking in Yoruba but they had amused faces on, besides we had a translator. (Good morning everyone, my name is Zacheaus Dare and I greet a of you) "Éyín àrà Dare, sé mà gbà fún wàn, tàbí é ní gbà" ( Dare family, do you accept them or do you not)

I had been sitting by the edge of the stone pool, dangling my feet in the cool water, feeling lonely and invisible. Then, the water had parted. Damon had surfaced at the deep end. Damon was Ethan’s distant uncle—his mother’s younger half-brother—but nobody ever treated him like an elder. He was barely thirty, just two years older than Ethan, but he carried himself like a man who owned every room he walked into.

I asked. " I suspected that my uncle was kind of involved in a shady business .. Some men always dressed in black suit usually come to his house, so one day I listened to their conversation. One of the men was asking my uncle when he is gonna kill me so that he can fully have access to the properties my parents left me. I was so shocked that my uncle reply them with 'soon', I didn't expect that my uncle could kill a human being.

Slowly, he closed the magazine, set it facedown on the desk, and turned the page on his work. Dear Readers, Thank you for walking with Thalassa through her darkness and into her light. Her story is a reminder that the masks we wear do not define us. What lies beneath does. With love and gratitude, Oma ©️ Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Oma) All Rights Reserved. September 2026 THE END

My mouth formed an 'o' shape in understanding. Hayden's uncle stepped out of the car and walked towards us. He was a tall man, with dark skin that matched Hayden's complexion, making me realize how common it was here. Dark skin was prevalent among the majority of people I saw, and I admired the acceptance and lack of discrimination. "Aye, look at my boy Slim!" his uncle exclaimed loudly, embracing Hayden in a hug. Hayden seemed displeased by the affection, but his uncle only laughed, unaffected. "Yuh aunt vex. She say she ain't see yuh in so long," his uncle continued, and Hayden rolled his eyes.

Anaira Pov The moment Aunty saw me, she was astonished. She glared at me. Her eyes were red. “ What happened to Anaira?” Uncle's voice was full of concern. His brows were furrowed together in anticipation of the worst. Sheena narrated everything to them. Uncle came near me and caressed my face lovingly. He pulled me into his embrace. He is my safe paradise. “ I'm so happy that you were able to save this little girl here. I'm feeling proud of my upbringing.” Uncle kept his hand on my head in a blessing gesture.

As we stepped in, he gave a small nod to the first store’s attendant we met before hurrying off to a quiet section of the store. While Uncle Al ran his long hands along the books on the shelf, soft hurried footsteps caught my attention. A girl of about five years old with pigtails peered at a man who had a book propped on his face. As soon as my uncle stopped pacing, the quiet air of the room felt different. I felt like I won and lost a trophy at the same time as wailing laughter reached my ears. “Do you feel that?” “That,” Uncle Al tapped on a seemingly ordinary leather book about cooking and grinned, “is our ticket. Place your hand on the book.”

My green polo gave up on keeping my body dry a while ago. Not caring if the water soaks through to chill my skin. I was lost in thought, thinking about what will happen when I get to Aunt Uka's house. Will she welcome me with open arms? Or will she be gravely mad at me? That is what most women would do, you can't blame her. She brought me to Lagos to help my life and how did I pay her back? I broke her husband's head with a wine bottle. What happened to Uncle Philip? What about the girl he was having sexual intercourse with? How did she escape? Did Aunt Uka meet her naked and tied to her master bed? I tried picturing her reaction but failed. One thing is certain though, she is a no-nonsense

Adaora replied. Becca left immediately, anger burning in her body for amara. *************** AMARACHI Nonso listened to me attentively as i narrated my ordeal to him. He was totally shocked when he heard my uncle and aunty were planning on getting me married to chief clement. "That old man!"he bellowed I nodded my head as i cleaned my eyes. "You will never marry him ok. I am here for you"he assured me as he held one of my hands.