Romantic Hausa Novels & Stories

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

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.

‘Relax. He smiled nodding. He patted her hand, his eyes filled with love. He wore a purple lace kaftan, artistically embroidered. He was quite debonair. Nneoma left him presently. Food and drinks were served Nneoma's kinsmen. They were given a huge lump of meat called Anu Oji, dishes of Ugba, shredded oilbean prepared into rich salad and kegs of nkwu, strong palm wine. These were preambles to the main course. They consumed this nodding their heads appreciatively. Richard and his family were also served Ugba dishes with malt. After this, the marriage rites began. The eldest kinsman stood up with calculated dignity. He called out Richard and Nneoma to the centre of the audience. Nneoma's par

The way she cries easily is what Cookie took after her. "The Hausa's gives out their kids for marriage, including those who are just ten years old, so why can't an eighteen year old get married? How is she too young for marriage?" Cookie's father asked, "Rubbish!" He cursed. Mrs. Oyin sobbed a little bit louder this time around so her husband would notice. Even if he did, he didn't spare her any concern. "You are not from Hausa, so why have you chosen to act like one?" Mrs. Ken asked. She was a sharp tongued woman, one Mr. Oyin had told his wife to stay away from but she won't listen.