My Uncle Hausa Novel By Sholy Novels & Stories

By the time darkness falls we have left the riverbank. The ends of my knickerbocker are still wet and they are cold, plastered to my knees. Amanda stopped us at the suya shop I'm front of the store. The suya man was busy arranging and rearranging the heap of meat stock piled on his table, a thickset man with too prominent a Hausa accent. He called her "Aunty", in that sly way traders do, even though he looks twice both our ages combined.

They were laughing, chasing each other around my room. Uncle George’s eyes lingered at the clouds for a moment, his hands weaving the air as to keep the man cloud and the woman, moving. He took a deep breath before Uncle look at me smiling, "Then they had you, you mischievous little sod." My uncle pinched my nose and I wave my hands on his direction, urging him to continue. The clouds from awhile ago are now together with a little puff on the arms of the woman cloud. Aunt Lilia pulled me to her arms and I frown as Uncle continue his story, in a voice now filled with grief.

“So, where’s my rose from? From your beautiful accent…I know it’s somewhere from Africa so, spill” He’s already deploying possessive weapons like ‘my’. I waver and lower my eyes as I shudder with light tension, inhaling slowly. I try to focus on ignoring what he’s making my body go through as I provide him with an answer, “From West Africa, Nigeria precisely.” Henry hums while I continue to blabber anxiously, “I lived in Abuja and, I um…belong to the ‘Khalid Clan wolf pack’. The Alpha is my older cousin-”

“Daddy in heaven.” Giselle smiled faintly, though her eyes glistened. “Good. Keep answering like that, alright?” Gesha nodded. “Yes, Mommy.” The car began driving out of the parking lot. But halfway out, Gesha spoke softly, “Mommy… that Uncle said he has a son, the same age as Gesha.” Giselle gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I see.” “That Uncle looked sad, Mommy,” Gesha continued. “Gesha doesn’t know why.”

His eyes gleamed with the same darkness, but his smile was sharp with cruelty. Her heart stuttered. “No…” she whispered, trembling. “This isn’t possible.” The lifeless man in her arms was not Sajah at all. Alive, battered but unbowed, the true Sajah stood before her—blood soaking his shoulder, yet his stance unyielding. His gaze fixed on the corpse she clutched, and something hard flickered in his expression. “My brother,” he said at last, his voice like steel over flame. “Even in death, you still try to steal what is mine.”

When I returned, I could hear Melanie's voice through the door. Someone was asking why Melanie invited me, the jinx, to the dinner. "She's not a jinx. She's Benjamin's niece. I knew she tried to seduce Benjamin in the past, but she's a mother now. I know she won't do it again," Melanie answered. I stood quietly at the door, listening. 'That's right. I'm the psycho woman who seduced her uncle.' Shelly felt insecure and grabbed my clothes tightly. I quickly calmed her down before I walked back into the room. No matter what, I needed to face what was coming.

Soft music played in the background. The air buzzed with chatter, the clinking of glasses, and bursts of polite laughter. Aiden greeted a few familiar faces as we made our way toward a group of sharply dressed older men engrossed in conversation. As we approached, they immediately turned their attention to us, their faces lighting up with recognition. “Mr. Aiden,” one of them greeted warmly, breaking away from the discussion to shake his hand. “It’s been far too long.” My uncle smiled, his charm effortlessly taking command of the moment. “It’s good to be here, Mr. Conrad. I trust business has been treating you well?”

Unique said as he stepped closer to Essence who backed up, away from him trying to get to her uncle. “I'm starting to think you're on hard drugs there is no way that you think I'm going anywhere with you. I don't know how many times I have to say I don't like you.” Essence said frowning at Unique. Unique's smile slipped and his anger surfaced. He stepped towards her but Kymoni stepped in front of her. “I wouldn't take another step towards my niece if I were you.” Uncle Bubba said, pushing the man's head with his gun.

In fact, seeing him now, I feel like hugging him and begging him to come back to me. I was mute. I picked up my phone and glanced at it without turning it on. "I am talking to you, Lucille. How dare you! Do you want my uncle to.....," Ramsey cut him short before he could complete his statement. Brimming tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I was getting weaker. The urge to beg him was overpowering me. And what did he just say? His uncle...? Ramsey Rowe was his uncle....? I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. A nephew ruined my life and I was foolishly helping his uncle the next day.

Joe suggested. "What for, Uncle?" Clara was surprised. "You already know all my family members; I also want you to know what my job is!" Joe showed his seriousness to Clara. "Uncle is a CEO!" Clara said. "What's that?" "The title of a novel I want to write, of course, it will have a happy ending because Uncle Joe and Clara will live happily ever after!" Clara answered casually. "Go to sleep! What, do you want me to seduce you?" Joe joked, his smile adorning his lips. Clara always made him happy with her simple jokes.