Romantic Hausa Novels Complete Novels & Stories

You'd expect me to write more about my culture, my people. I recently told a friend to read my work on Wattpad and he said he'd try. Eventually he called me and said he finished my Book Insomnia and my edited version of After dark. He told me he enjoyed it but he expected something more about Nigeria and Our lifestyles. There was something he said that hit home. He said and I quote: I don't really blame you sha. You're just whitewashed. Sometimes I wish Nigerians would embrace their heritage and stop acting like oyibo.

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.

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…

Bisola have seen handsome men, but this man is very different from what he had ever seen. In fact Bisola mouth open wide and saliva is gradually falling from her mouth, Bisola begins to imagine herself in a wedding gown with the Handsome Stranger, she imagine herself carrying his baby in his womb, she imagine herself wrap in his arm and on the bed, she imagine herself growing grey hair together with him and surrounded by their Grandchildren.

During the course of the lunch, Jannis strikes up a conversation with Jake, inquiring about his favorite aspects of the bookshop and related childhood stories. Jake finds it interesting to hear Jannis talk about her childhood because he finds out so much about her background. As he reminisces, he laughs at his own mischief from his youth. Jake finds himself refocusing on Anna as the evening goes on, observing her elegant movements as she attends to other tables. In her return to see how they are doing, he takes advantage of the situation to be a little flirtatious. To Jake, "So, Anna, do you live around here? This is such a lovely town." Anna grins courteously, as if pleased by his curiosity

CHAPTER ONE Old building detachable to another, Amina and Fatima seen in front of an old bungalow, they wore hijab. sits on a pavement chatting in Hausa language. Fatima third wife of late Mr Ahmed Gowon. a Muslim man, a retired soldier. She was given to marriage at a very tender age, she’s at her thirty. Amina friend, Fatima's best friend

This chapter is in third person p.o.v EIGHT MONTHS LATER Wunmi works as a secretary in one of the biggest clothing business line in Abuja after her graduation. She graduated with First Class Honours from the university of Lagos, during the convocation ceremony was when she was offered so many jobs and gifts. She chose the one at Abuja because it was a business she had an experience in.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir. I just met you" He looked at me in disbelief "What's your name again?" "Hannah” "So Hannah, you don't remember seeing me outside?" I replied softly "I saw a lot of people, I'm new here so I can't study their faces in a short period of time" He nodded and continued looking at the files in front of him. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" He looked at me "No, I'm fine for now. There's a file I want you to collect from Mrs.Badmus...."

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.

He grasped Joan's hand to walk with him when he saw Henry and his wife. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Dumas. It's been a while," Asher addressed Henry and Kathy Dumas. "Mr. Evans, why am I not surprised to find you here, did you come hoping to convince me again?" Henry asked with a disapproving stare. Henry Dumas is a wry old man, a tall slightly portly old man. He's also a socialite and old money with french ancestry. His wife Kathy is a tall buxom brunette, blue-eyed, and very friendly. She was as much a socialite and old money as her husband and the wrinkles on her face couldn't detract from her beauty.