Nida Dalibina Hausa Complete 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…

And after all, what's a lie? Tis but the truth in masquerade." -Unknown ... "No ma, no be how much I de sell am," (no ma, that's not how much I can sell it) the dark tall and slim Hausa trader spoke to Doris and Martha in pidgin with thick Hausa accent dripping as he spoke. "Ok, give us for one thousand five hundred naira..." (Give it to us at the price of one thousand five hundred naira) Martha tried bargaining with him.

Someone that just came home, you’re already disturbing for gifts) Another woman said, rolling her eyes at the woman that just spoke. “Ni Kini! (What??) When Iya Bola’s daughter came back from Ghana, didn’t she bring things for us?!” The woman defended. “Ehn Shey America ati Ghana wa Jó ara wọn ni?” (Is Ghana and America the same thing?!) another woman responded immediately, I chuckled lightly at their soft banter which was obviously playful. If there’s one thing I missed in this place, it’s this, their togetherness and how even neighbors can become family.

Daral was also here to Aries left, Sybil had noted Daral seemed to be Aries right hand. “Miss Niba, Miss Varla.” Aries said their names more in greeting. “Thank you for coming all this way again. It’s appreciated. I know the travel is not easy.” Both had flipped the hoods down on their cloaks. They were prepared for the weather. Niba had dark chocolate hair that was neatly back in a braid with some escaping pieces around her face. Her skin was a mocha color and her eyes were lively light brown. Varla had auburn hair that was half back in a knot, she was a bit more on the pale side. Varla appeared to be the older of the two. She also had an air of authority to her. Sybil just watched the two

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.

hushed out " Good day ma, welcome" Kaima great "hmm... thank you" glare at her joined Alisha. in the living room Fatima walks, her eyes so dime and scary, burning with anger" Alisha! Alisha!!, where is this girl" she yell furiously, Alisha rush in trembling in fear " what, where you doing there?" she roars in Hausa language " Mommy, we were just chatting" she whispered in Hausa language, Fatima eye mounted fear in her, she taught she would hit her

She called herself Nila. No one had told Nila to come. No one had asked her why she left. She had simply appeared beside Lena as the caravan was preparing for departure, her belongings wrapped in a cloth of charcoal and salt thread, the hem stitched with symbols only she could understand. Lena had looked down at her, surprised. Nila met her gaze calmly and said, “You will need someone who remembers how to listen.” They had boarded the train together.

She beamed at her. Asma asked everyone to introduce their selves since they're all new there and no one knew each other. Nana introduced herself to her other nine colleagues who are extremely friendly. There are three Christians among them, two Yorubas, a Baruba and the rest are Hausas like her. She knew she will be great with two of them, Habiba and Zainab because they are very easygoing, lovely and they seem to like her. Habiba is married with two children whilst Zainab just got married and wanted to learn more things to Cook for her husband. Nana also told them that she just got married three months ago.

It was conducted in favor of Lash because even though she's not entirely sure, she believes she's Hausa by tribe. Zulqa wore the traditional white cloth which allows the hands and sides of the torso exposed, with a long trouser while Lash wore a purple atampa sewn into an oversize blouse and a wrapper. They sat on a raised platform with all the other ladies wearing a the same colors of atampa and white tops. The ladies all danced to the gada beat and sang songs like salo, yar budule, godiya and more.

Chapter 040 – Karl and Nathan The night grew later, yet the room where Naira rested was still filled with the warmth of a conversation that had begun to deepen. Karl leaned against his chair with a thoughtful expression, while Nathan remained on the bed beside Naira, his hand never leaving hers. Atthy sat with a relaxed yet vigilant posture, quietly observing the expressions of the two Griffith boys. Karl finally spoke again. “Duchess, earlier you said Caihina is different from Nauruan. What did you mean?”