Romantic Hausa Novels & Stories

Her name was Karen. Or Kim. Or something else that started with a K. Ben honestly wasn’t sure, and at this point, it didn’t matter. They met at the bar after a long, exhausting week of him proving to himself that his house was not haunted. She caught his eye from across the room, all confidence and bare skin, a strappy little dress that left very little to the imagination. He bought her a drink. She smiled. The rest followed a familiar script.

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…

He stalks towards me, his hand jetting out into the open and tearing away my silk top. I gasp and clutch at my now naked breasts. He reaches forward and then snatches my bottoms away while my hands are busy covering my breasts. I cry out in shock, my eyes widening in disbelief. Will he rape me? Will he go back on his word that he promised to keep for so long. Now I'm completely naked and vulnerable. He charges me, and like a scared little doe, I run. His eyes blacken with lust. "You should know never to run from a wolf." I instantly understand the line, since the Hausa symbol is the wolf and it's the most respected animal in the kingdom.

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.

¶¶ Am I inconsequential to it all, a random, forgettable moment in your delicate, pastel existence? ~ John Casey ¶¶ As Loveth commenced pulling Olabisi's hair, heading towards the door, Nneka ran to grab a hold of her arm, which she dug her teeth into. "Yay! a aja ni yi girl (this girl is a dog o)!" Loveth exclaimed in Yoruba, rescuing her arm after Isabelle ran to pull Nneka away.

(who are you looking for), the gateman asked in his Hausa intonation. "Please, am looking for Uncle Richard that's stays here", Rose explained. "You dey find Oga Richard, I dey come to make I call am," (You are asking for my boss Mr. Richard, just a minute, let me call him) the gateman said as he closed the gate and went into the house. A few minutes later he came out with Uncle Richard. "Welcome Rose, how is everything over there? How are your parents? Please come inside", Uncle Richard said as he and the gateman helped her with her bags.

“So, where’s my rose from? From your beautiful accent…I know it’s somewhere from Africa so, spill” He’s already deploying possessive weapons like ‘my’. I waver and lower my eyes as I shudder with light tension, inhaling slowly. I try to focus on ignoring what he’s making my body go through as I provide him with an answer, “From West Africa, Nigeria precisely.” Henry hums while I continue to blabber anxiously, “I lived in Abuja and, I um…belong to the ‘Khalid Clan wolf pack’. The Alpha is my older cousin-”

As the song continued playing, Sheila could not help but nod her head to the enchanting beat. " What song is that? It's pleasant to the ears?" She asked Henry who in turn smiled back at her. " I figured out that this is your honeymoon so I played a romantic song in Swahili. It is a song used to express Love to one's partner." Henry replied. " Let me take this chance to wish you two a happy marriage. You look good together and I know your love for each other will prevail over any setback thrown your way." Henry added. Listening to the young man's words, David's foul mood immediately dissipated.

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.

Chapter Seven 💕 Rolape danced to the music the DJ played; 'let the beat hit'em' by Lisa as she carried off a carton of Spaghetti she just collected from Esther. The people seemed responsive now, they called her name and said thank you but the men and women prayed in Yoruba "a dá fùn è" (bless you). Rolape danced like an idiot as she approached the people while they reciprocated the nincompoop dance steps in a happy aura.