Romantic Hausa Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sola chuckled a bit but didn't give any reply as she couldn't come up with any words. "Alright, just wait here a minute, let me go and get you your money." Mrs obi went further in, while Sola waited. She had started working for Mrs Obi two months ago. The woman was a single mother and was always alone. Although, her son who was in university, was hardly around due to his school being in another state. Port Harcourt to be precise. She had forgotten his name, but she knew it was an igbo name. Mrs Obi had said she wanted them to be friends, Sola smiled, when she remembered how the guy had looked at her just last month when Mrs Obi had introduced her to him.

As a corpers posted to the far north, far away from my Ekiti state, it was not easy at all. I could not speak Hausa, the few words I learned in the camp, I use to buy things in the market. Words like: Ina kwana- Good morning. Na wan? - How much? It was quite difficult living in a new environment. The people though friendly find it difficult to communicate with me. They will say: Ba a Hausa meaning Cannot speak Hausa. Sometimes they will ask you: Akwai Hausa? meaning Can you speak Hausa? I will always reply Ba bu meaning No or Kadan Kadan meaning A little.

"The woman hates my guts." Sasha giggled, her eyes twinkling with unshed mischief. "Uthe ufuna umshado, uzoba strong," she spoke in Xhosa. (You said you wanted marriage, you'll be strong). Demi threw her head back and laughed happily. Sasha barely ever spoke their mother's home language; they always spoke in Afrikaans and English. "Look who's talking!"

He laughed, "I am. My great grandfather is from Gombe, he moved to Lagos and he married a Yoruba woman as second wife, she gave birth to my grandfather who also married a Yoruba woman. My mom is Yoruba too so you can say I'm half Hausa and half Yoruba." "Can you speak Hausa?" He smiled guiltily, "not really." "Then you're fully a Yoruba man." "I have Hausa blood." He argued. "It's been diluted." "Okay, you win." He said laughing. "You're Hausa right? It's actually obvious." "How? Because I'm too young to be married and the Hausas are known for early marriage." She remembered their first meeting. "Okay I might have been rude to you with that statement and..."

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

she was clearly impressed. "Roma? What's the meaning of Roma?" " um, it's a short for Romanus Mbong Eket" Roma answered feeling a bit awkward about her name. " wow, you're from a tribe that shares semantic similarities with..." "Mother..." Chad interrupted, and forced a fake smile, trying to avoid her geek rantings. She always did that clearly hadn't changed. His mother smiled and continued. "...Oh dear, you look like a good girl, are you my son's..."

I said as my grandma told Ikhlas the story of her youthful days. I came back with the remaining coconut juice to meet the two ladies laughing at Allah knows what. "What are you laughing at?" I asked. "she is telling me stories about your naughty childhood" Ikhlas answered. We prayed Asr and continued chatting till Ikhlas said she needs to go back. My grandma bade her goodbye and gave her Tsamigaye (A hausa local sweet) she thanked her and I went to escort her, I bade her goodbye as she left.

“Thank you, sir.” His aunt approached next, eyeing her like she was examining fine art. “So this is the wife?” the aunt asked loudly enough for the whole room to hear. “Yes, aunty,” Kassem said dryly. Someone laughed quietly. His aunt leaned closer to Amara. “You’re very pretty. But small,” she said in Hausa. “Are you sure you can handle marriage?” Amara flushed. Kassem instantly stepped in front of her slightly. “She can handle everything, aunty,” he said.

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.

OK, Roshan just wanted to try his luck but failed woefully, what do you all think? Would he give up? Glossary: 1.) Alhamdulillah : meaning thank God. 2.) Insha Allah : meaning by God's grace. 3.) Lallai ne Ku yi wargi : A Hausa word used to mean you must be joking. 4.) Me keke nufi?: A Hausa word used to mean What do you mean? 5.) Hajj : A pilgrimage to Mecca. 6.) Assalamu alaikum : greetings used to mean peace be unto you.