Najeeb Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

Hajiya Zainab has the widest grin anyone has ever seen, it looks malicious to anyone but wide nonetheless. "So many sources, aunt, sources." She cracked her neck to the side, no one can crisscross her and go away unscathed. That was what she thought of doing but she didn't want to send any Chadian to do the work. She wanted to pay some people to go to Chad and kill her then come back but the way Najaah did it is quite alright. As long as she is no more! ~ "Who is it?" Sa'eed sighed through the intercom as if his whole energy is getting transmitted through those few words he is speaking. He feels more tired than any day because there was no progress going on.

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

This chapter is in third person's p.o.v Six months later, Tayo, Lara and Aunty Bimpe waited for the doctor to give them news about Wunmi. Tayo who couldn't take it anymore, stood up. "What's wrong?" Aunty Bimpe got up to him, "Tayo relax, she just went inside. Besides, it's her first baby don't think it's so easy." Tayo sighed "I feel like-" he was cut short by the opening of the theatre door.

And just like that, a new weird feeling, more like fear of Allah the more (Imaan) increase in her heart. Nafisa cleared her throat in uncomfortable silence before replying her sister. "Just go to bed kis kis, you're making me scared all of the sudden. Please, sleep". "I was just wondering, I mean mama is fair and umma is dark in complexion and they are both Hausa. Look at how we eat and then our pour out waste (excrete) from our body. Hmmmn! Allah mai iko!" She lay back on her bed and draw her quilt over her. "Good night sister".

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.

At some point, I felt sorry for the trepadised doctors observing how frightened they wouldbecome whenever marco noticed my features contorted in pain so I did my best to mask the pain I would feel as I recieved my injections. After the doctors left, marco called a maid who had my bath prepared after which we both had dinner in my room. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder with my petite figure hauled against his large frame. He was reading me one of the books I did not get the chance to complete before I got hit by this dreadful illness. It was tittled 'Faceless' by Amma Darko, a Ghanaian novel. I really loved the novel. It portrayed the phenomenon of the street child especially females

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I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

Her mom intervened with a fake smile as she glared at Sabeerah, she shrugged nonchalantly. "It's okay." Hassan said fidgeting. "So can you tell us a bit about yourself Hassan." Her mother asked him. Sabeerah noticed he looked over to his dark skinned friend who gave him a nod of encouragement. Lacks confidence! "Well I'm Hassan Bashir, I'm from Gombe state, I'm the third child out of ten. I am a banker and I own my apartment at Jabi." He smiled with mild pride at the last part, Sabeerah looked at him with a small smile.

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