Namijin Zuma Hausa Novels & Stories

In my mind, ‘this hausa babes can fall hand with their dressing sha’… She: Good morning sir… Me: Good morning… How was your night? She: It was fine sir… Me: Wait, how do you say ‘how was your night in Hausa’, because I’m trying to learn the language o… She: **laughs** You say ‘antashi lafia’… Me: **i try saying it after her** antashi lafia… Hmm, at least I’ve learnt one today. So, antashi lafia? She: **laughs** Lafia lau…

At least he would call his family once in a while, yet for her, she was never called by him. She would make time to visit the family at every time of leave and holidays, but Juma never came. Mrs. Namu always said his amnesia made him drift away from the family but Linah knew that that was not the perfect excuse to support why he never called her. Now, she wanted to use her ways, she wanted to tell the news to the whole world that her in-laws were the Namu family. And like everyone in the United States knew, the only man in the Namu family was the Kolex.co CEO, Juma Cain Namu.

Like they say, there's no place like home. We got to my house and Kalmon kissed me goodbye and told me he was going to work. I honestly don't know how he does it. While on the jet, I slept and I'm still sleepy and tired. I was greeted by Nifise who told me that the girls are either in school or at work and she offered me semovita and egusi soup. (The food is a Nigerian food obv. I don't know what SEMO is in English but EGUSI is MELON SEED SOUP. Very delicious btw)

she continued, her voice heavy with curiosity as she uncovered her lunch, Nimi chuckled lightly from where he stood as he turned to face her fully. “My full name is actually Toluwanimi, I’m from the west of Nigerian, Full blown Yoruba man” he began explaining, an hint of pride evident in his voice. “Toluwanimi” she repeated and he erupted in a loud laughter at her very bad attempt to pronounce his full name. “What does your name mean?!” She asked not caring that he found her attempt to pronounce his name funny. “I belong to God,” “Oh wow, that’s quite deep!” She murmured.

CHAPTER ONE Old building detachable to another, Amina and Fatima seen in front of an old bungalow, they wore hijab. sits on a pavement chatting in Hausa language. Fatima third wife of late Mr Ahmed Gowon. a Muslim man, a retired soldier. She was given to marriage at a very tender age, she’s at her thirty. Amina friend, Fatima's best friend

Zara It was the weekend and Aminu and I decided to spend it together in his house. Especially since I would soon be living with him as his wife, it would be good to get to know the house and get acquainted with it. I was currently in the kitchen whipping up an Igbo delicacy for him. I was making Ugba (shredded oil bean) with goat meat and Palm wine for him. I had gotten the palm wine from a vendor here in Lagos who had so many good reviews. This was the very first time I was cooking for him so I wanted it to be sumptuous.

said Elmina, “I am no longer Maajira.” The woman smiled. “You no longer hold the seat, but the title remains yours.” Elmina shook her head. “I have no right to keep it.” Keyla frowned. What did that mean? It was all very confusing. She turned to the woman behind the desk, intending to question her. Before she could speak, the Maajira said, “I am Vedila, Maajira of the Na’Himara.” She seated herself and kept her gaze on Keyla.

Jamaima said with her eyes fixed on the road. "Your brother must be really rich then" she said as Jamaima muffled a laugh. "You mean you don't know my brother or you are just pretending?" She stared back at Lovelyn before focussing on the road again. "I don't know him, I'm new here after all" Lovelyn replied as Jamaima smiled. "Who doesn't know Richard Williams, he is one of the richest young men in Nigeria,girl are you even in this country?" Jamaima said almost like a question as Lovelyn widened her eyes in surprise.

Bella continued smoothly, pretending nothing happened, “their food is so tasty. You will think Nigerian food is good until you visit Zambia.” Mariam leaned forward again. “Really?” “Yes,” Bella said confidently. “Ifisashi is one of their most loved dishes.” She paused dramatically. “And nshima too. Most of their food tastes like corn-flavored meals.” Mariam blinked in surprise. “Oh wow… do you mean like the corn we eat in Nigeria here?” Bella rolled her eyes dramatically. “Come on Mariam,” she laughed. “You are such a bush girl.” Mariam frowned slightly. “Don’t worry,” Bella continued playfully. “Whenever you have money to travel, you can go there and see for yourself.”