Romantic Hausa Novels & Stories

Tears sprung to my eyes again for the unpeemth time today and I wiped my eyes. "Keh Rabiahtu!" I called out in Hausa. She must have dropped her phone because I heard several shuffles before she picked it up again. "Beebah." She asked quietly and when I hummed, she screamed. She screamed so loud my ear felt the impact. I only sighed and waited for her.

he added as he walked into the bathroom. I turned to look at his naked butt and kept wondering if he did all this intentionally. ************* Glossary Amaka - An Igbo word meaning beautiful. See has she fine - See the way she's fine Na you go chop all this one - You will be the one to enjoy this.

she laughed then apologized " actually Saraba means goodies, like gifts you bring for loved ones when they come back home mostly something edible, like popcorn or cake or sweets and candies. Stuffs like that" she explained with passion " oh okay, what a funny name for treats, but sorry I did not get you any Saraba but when next I get a chance I will pick some saraba for you" mara replied. Fun Fact: Saraba is a word from the Hausa tribe of Nigeria. It is a word most used by the northerners in Nigeria.

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."

said Saliha. Roman was staring at the place expressionlessly. Hania walks towards Zaviyaar as she has to talk about something. “Saliha, do you think?” Hunza asked mischievously. “What?” Saliha asked, confused. “A romantic location, a husband, a wife, isn’t it so romantic?” Hunza aksed. “Shh,” Saliha shush her and looked at Roman who was busy talking to Zain. Hunza chuckled.

Tanna said. "She obviously doesn't." Anita said facepalming. "Okay then explain" I said. "This is Gorontula. It's an Hausa kayanmata. Come to think of it. It's perfect since you're marrying an Hausa man isn't it" Tiara explained. "What does it do then?" I asked. The all looked at each other in silence. I didn't understand what the looks were for. "You're kidding right?" Tiara said glaring softly at me.

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

She was almost cornering when her mother came out and caught her. "Ya Habibty, you're back? Come on in, your kayan lefe- gift from groom to bride has been delivered." Her mother said pulling her by the arm into the room, Sabeerah was surprised, he'd taken her out and in her absence the gifts had been delivered. The gifts from the groom to the bride was a customary culture of the Hausa tribe pertaining to marriage, it could be anything from boxes of wrappers, jewellery, make-up kits, shoes and perfumes.

SIYAN BAKI. The Hausa tradition continue to take place as the older women took her to her new home. The house is large but not extra large, even though she is not seeing it very much from her veil, she could tell that it is large. They walk her to her room and sat her down on a bed, her face still closed. They said a few words of advice about how to be a good wife before leaving her with her friends, waiting for the groom and his men to do the siyanbaki (something her friends will do -asking the groom and his friends to pay before seeing the bride). Nana shook her head at how they're talking about selling her for a million. More guests came in to see the house and walk out with her face stil

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