Sakaci Hausa Novel By Zuwairat Novels & Stories

Alpha Makahi confronted the woman who broke into his pack and pack house. “Do you mind telling me who you are and how the hell you breeched my pack lands and pack house.” Makahi asked, towering over the little woman standing before him. “My name is Fayola but my close friends call me Lucky.” The woman said, waving at Lahni who scowled back at her. Lucky’s smile fell as she looked at Mina. “Uh is she still mad?” Lucky whispered as she grimaced. Mina nodded her head quickly, not looking in Lahni’s direction. “Would you care to tell me how the hell you breeched my boards and got into my pack house?” Makahi interrupted. Lucky’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh man I’m glad you asked because if m

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.

Cue the sadistic smile that took over her swollen lips, pregnancy. She has her lies well planned already. She will lie that she didn't do any of those intentionally and someone drugged them both. She will go to any extent to be free of all complaints so their life won't be ruined. They will live a happy life once she gives birth to her baby girl, their baby girl. That will be enough to stop the family from making grievous mistake they will regret forever. Even if her lies get blown out, she has a plan B. What is her name again? Yes, Zara Buhari Yakasai, the most malevolent being to ever exist. She knows that herself and it gives her thrills alongside chills of just how bad she can be for som

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

Zack said, and two of them walked out of the house, and they strolled the crescent up and down, and they returned home, The following day, early In the morning, 'Tara called Zack's mom, "hello 'Tara, how are you?" Zack's mom asked, "I'm good ma" 'Tara retorted, "Can I ask you a few questions?" Zack's mom asked, "Yes ma, you are free to ask me any questions" 'Tara retorted, "Which tribe are you, and which state?" Zack's mom. asked, "I'm from Epe In Lagos state" 'Tara said,

Brother Tunji had just got back from the states after his graduation to settle down and run dad's business, Bisi was still in the university, I had just got called to the bar, engaged to the love of my life… we were all happy until fate thought us the perfect victims to play its tricks on. I hastily blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall and focused on Suliat —the Hausa girl that fought and conquered VVF due to the fact that her parents married her off to a distant, ancient relative when she was ten years young. She was holding the story pillow now and whatever she said made all the girls laugh. Her hijab clad face glowed in a satisfied smiled. Clearly she had moved on. Why can

Her mother sighed, wondered how to start this story that left distaste in one's mouth. "Do you know B.B Bakura?" Their faces changed at the supposedly unrelated question the old lady asked. "Have you no eyes?" She asked harshly in Hausa making the recipients of her words flinch. They had eyes, they just had never put that kind of two and two together. "Can you not see that nose Labeebah is carrying around is a replica of that Kanuri boy B.B Bakura?" Labeebah's aunt blinked over and over like a doll, wondering how her sister ever even entangled herself with the current Vice President.

Abuo looked at him in the eyes and told him to stand up. "What is your name young lad?" Abuo asked. "Nwaka. My name is Nwaka and I am the son of Ofu," Nwaka answered. Abuo thought for a while and asked. "Is your father from Umuoku?" Nwaka told him Ofu wasn't from Umuoku and he asked again. "Where is your father from?" "Umuolu!" Nwaka replied. "But it doesn't exist again. It is a pile of ruin."

Ify rolled her eyes, hitting her lightly on the arm as she sat up. “Of course. I know what it is. Where's Naeto?” she asked. “Scavenging for food for us and… there he is.” Aisha announced and she followed Aisha's gaze to see him with a plate surely filled with Akara, bean cake(an African meal) the, and a cup surely filled with water, held tightly to himself; dodging attackers and hurrying towards them. Aisha quickly got up to assist him, bringing the plate half filled with Akara and dropping it on the floor beside her.

SAFIA Baiwa settlement was small. The old woman I lived with often left to help the infected people in Rukum. I figured that the woman had a vast knowledge of roots and herbs. Although I was feeling better now, I still needed a stick to help my walkabout. The old woman, whose name I later found out her name was Aishatu, promised that I would be able to walk properly soon. She had guessed that my legs might have been kept in a stagnant position for too long, causing my difficulty in walking. She said if I exercised them often by walking about, they would get better.