My Uncle Hausa Novel By Sholy Novels & Stories

**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*."

- Nothing, my uncle, I'm just eager for the weekend to arrive so I can rest. - You're right, my boy, even at home, you work too much. I wonder what Clarisse will do if you continue your studies in Abidjan! You've practically become her handyman! - No, my uncle, I enjoy helping her in the kitchen. - That's good; you're a good boy! Go take your shower and come back; we will have a beer together. You're old enough now to drink a little beer. - Thank you, my uncle, but I don't like alcohol.

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

"Well that's how it feels when you smoke and I complain." We both left the house and went into town. It was on a Friday, three days had passed since I last saw Lokun. I couldn't go to school because I thought running into him would make me scream or faint again, I felt sick after what he showed me, I kept feeling queasy, and I was vomiting for two days. Everything I once heard my uncle describe to my mom he felt after he ran into a Yemoja at the beach a long time ago. Of course, everybody thought uncle Ade was full of shit. He was an irresponsible drunk with at least four wives, more than a dozen children, and even more bastards. He was funny but that was his sole importance to anyone. When

I dropped my phone and carried my book I read a little and read a novel until I slept off again. I woke up early on Monday to revise my book, my exam is by 1:30pm but I'm leaving by 8:30am with Chioma. Thank God my aunt only knows that today is my exam, she doesn't know the time cos she never asked. I stood up, I cleaned the house, did the laundry and washed the dishes, I dressed up after that, I knocked on my aunt's bedroom I heard "Come in" and I went in, I saw my aunt and uncle covered quietly under the sheet, so my uncle shouted at me "What do you want?" He asked in annoyance

After the church service on Sunday afternoon. The Olayiwolas were back to their house. Ben and Ademide were busy in the kitchen - about to prepare a meal of fried rice and chicken, they were back to how they used to be - all grudges buried, lost love found. Ademide laughed as Ben told her about the Hausa people and how it was difficult for them to pronounce some words. - words like People, the, and how they used the letter 'F' in place of 'P'.

Though she Verbally abused me she never hit me once since My Uncle never allowed it but Once My Uncle Onyeka passed away hell was let loose on me. With time things became very difficult as they were not very rich to begin with. Aunty Yetunde has always been a housewife and she hates to think about working talk more of actually Working. Once things became too difficult, I was married off to one of Lagos most wealthiest and eligible bachelor, Damilayo Christian Adelaide. The only son of The Adelaide family who was twenty at that time and had just graduated from one of the prestigious schools overseas and came back to Nigeria to Claim his legacy.

"What ever captain obvious. Got any siblings" "Ha yea I do. We are 3 I have an elder sister Heather I'm the second and I have a baby sister Marielle they can be a hand full at time but they always find a way to keep me fulfilled... Do you have any siblings." "No it's just been me and my mom ever since" "Since when?" "Well since we left our beloved town which tore us apart, I never saw my father since then... " "Wow I'm so sorry Uwana I never thought you've gone thought this much. I didn't mean to make you talk about it. "

How could he say he was Ginika’s uncle when he doesn’t care if the boy lived or died? The skin on his buttock was beginning to itch, so he shifted his weight again and picked up some pebbles from the ground. The gritty feel reminded him of the beach in the woods, where he hides himself away from the taskmaster, and away from this life of slavery. He studied the dark stones for some time before throwing them out into the distance. The stone landed on the sandy soil and rolled towards the people. They still gathered around the dead bodies, and it looks as if Pa Uche was saying something.