Namijin Zuma Hausa Novels & Stories

“Wait, I’m coming. Let me quickly use the toilet.” Mariam nodded absent-mindedly. “Okay.” The moment Bella entered the toilet, she immediately pulled out her phone. Her fingers moved quickly across the screen as she searched. Zambia popular foods. She scrolled rapidly, reading fast. Ifisashi… nshima… She nodded quickly. “Okay… okay… I’ve got this,” she whispered to herself. A few minutes later she stepped out confidently, clearing her throat as she sat back down. “So… as I was saying,” Bella continued smoothly, pretending nothing happened, “their food is so tasty. You will think Nigerian food is good until you visit Zambia.”

Cause I have to keep this up till I get what I want. I head out of the house towards my car and that is when I bump into Adamu. Lisa's talker Hausa gateman who for some reason looks Igbo. "Ah!! Oga sir! Good morning fah! How your night? " He begins as soon as he sights me. (Boss, good morning! How was your night. Ah' and 'fah' are exclamations){Pidgin} "Erm, Adamu, how far you now?" I greet.

He was really trying to avoid eye contact. "Guy no dey call me mumu na. Yarinyan no dey here na." (Guy, do not call me a fool. Aisha isn't here.) Tamuno said. He had given Aisha a nickname, "yarinyan" meaning girl in Hausa where Aisha is from. We all went to sit with them. "Jazzjo, How far na?" (Jasmine and Joan how are you?) That was how he referred to I and Jasmine.

"Is barawo." "And how do you say 'you are'?" I asked "Kai ne." "Kai ne barawo," I tell him. "Ina Ni mace. Ina Ni…Tiger Kambori." He smiles widely this time. "You shall be speakin' fluently in no time. Most people say 'dat Hausa is a difficult language for correct pronunciation, but you seem like a natural."

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

She let the thoughts of Toba off her mind and dialed her cousin's number to finish their previous conversation. Glossary: Egba Mi ooh. : A sentence in Yoruba language that means 'Save me please' Na you sabi : A Nigeria pidgin sentence used to mean 'its your business' Na you be mama now nah : A Nigeria pidgin sentence that means "You're a boss lady now." Gist me nah: meaning 'gist me' I no dey hear you well : A sentence in Nigeria pidgin used to mean "I can't hear you audibly."

Johnson ➡ Hmm, where she dey,? Mallam Garba ➡ If you go straight follow corner! You go see am! Johnson ➡ Okay, mallam Garba, I dey go! Mallam Garba ➡ wait, take this! Johnson ➡ Wetin be this? (what is this) Mallam Garba ➡this medicine go make ur bulala hard for hours, teach that Ifeoma girl lesson, kaji ko? Johnson ➡ Mallam Garba I hear you!

She shrugs before asking, "So, you are Yoruba?" Kemi nods, "Obviously, yes." Rose puts her second finger between he lips and starts nibbing on it before she says. “Let me guess, your full name is Oluwakemisola." Kemi smiles and shakes her head, "It's actually Oluwakemi." Rose smiles, “Well, mine is Rosental and I'm Igbo by tribe." Kemi nods, grinning lightly. "Nice. Do you have an Igbo name?" Rose nods proudly, "Chinaza."

They - Lash and Zulqa - entered the venue which was decorated in the traditional Fulani theme with Halima, Hassana, Hussaina and Qifdiyya tailing behind them all holding calabashes filled with fresh whole milk which Fulani call kindirmo and another traditional food made with millet called fura. Lash sat beside Zulqa and the event started. Towards the end, Lash fed Zulqa the Kindirmo and fura and he did the same too. The fifth event was the kauyawa day which they decided to call Hausawa day. It was conducted in favor of Lash because even though she's not entirely sure, she believes she's Hausa by tribe.

I told my mother's house help. Nusaiba is a 22-year-old girl from Zamfara whom my mother took in as her house help after the demise of her father due to a serious illness. My mother loved her so much and took her in like her own daughter. Since my mother loved her so much for her hard work and truthfulness, I sponsored her education from primary school until her university. She's currently a second-year student at the University of Lagos, studying Political Science and International Relations. My mother's love for Northern women is something else; ranging from their dressing to their simple ways of life and beauty. Maybe it's because she was raised in the North by Northern Nigerian parents.