My Uncle Hausa Novel By Sholy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

**Chapter 1: Shattered Blood** "You fat, greedy pig! You'll eat us out of this house and home and still bring nothing but shame to this family!" Uncle Harlan’s voice boomed through the dimly lit living room like thunder on a clear night. Fifteen-year-old Chloe Brownish stood rooted to the worn carpet, her hands trembling at her sides. The words landed heavy, each one sinking deeper into her chest. Her uncle towered over her, his face twisted with raw contempt. "Look at the size of you. Your parents have been gone barely two weeks and already the fridge is emptying faster than I can fill it. We can’t afford this. We won’t afford *you*."

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

Then he asks me: - And your aunt? - She's in your room. - Okay. He takes two pairs of underwear out of his pocket: - Here, these are for you. - Thank you, Uncle. - Hide them well. He touches my breast before going into the room. Djena's Uncle

He would instruct the maids to place fresh ones every day, but he had replaced them with exquisite and luxurious fake flowers for Yulia’s sake. Sean came downstairs. I softly greeted him. “Uncle Sean.” His face sank. “Zella, I’ve never mistreated you. Is that how you repay me?” He sounded angry and indignant. I gripped the hem of my shirt. It was useless to offer a weak explanation to him since he had long changed. He no longer trusted me. “Don’t you want to explain it?” My silence drove him to pick up a teacup beside him and smash it on the floor. The ceramic shards scattered all over the room.

Bashir Uncle said "I thought have told you to stop saying that Idi or I can no longer talk to you" Uncle B the elder one said "Hajiya don't mind him, you know him to always have problem with the less privileged" Uncle B said before they ate and left "Bashir come here" Amma said immediately they left "don't worry son you know how Idi is. He don't like people that don't have,which I don't know what they have done to him. But worry not I won't allow him to discourag your father" Amma tried to talk to Bashir because he looks heart broken. Bashir knowing fully well what his uncle is cabale of doing. He just don't know why problems always arise from father's side especially father's brothers calle

Aisha's family lived in far away Sokoto, and not even in Kano, where Chimezie had been killed. Finally, one of the elders, who had said little since the meeting, said to his colleagues, "My people, let us tread carefully here. This is a sensitive matter o. And, one doesn't hit the scrotum with a matchete in a bid to kill the fly that has perched on it; so, let us tread with caution, please."