Salon So Complete Hausa Novels & Stories

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.

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.

As a corpers posted to the far north, far away from my Ekiti state, it was not easy at all. I could not speak Hausa, the few words I learned in the camp, I use to buy things in the market. Words like: Ina kwana- Good morning. Na wan? - How much? It was quite difficult living in a new environment. The people though friendly find it difficult to communicate with me. They will say: Ba a Hausa meaning Cannot speak Hausa. Sometimes they will ask you: Akwai Hausa? meaning Can you speak Hausa? I will always reply Ba bu meaning No or Kadan Kadan meaning A little.

I said as my grandma told Ikhlas the story of her youthful days. I came back with the remaining coconut juice to meet the two ladies laughing at Allah knows what. "What are you laughing at?" I asked. "she is telling me stories about your naughty childhood" Ikhlas answered. We prayed Asr and continued chatting till Ikhlas said she needs to go back. My grandma bade her goodbye and gave her Tsamigaye (A hausa local sweet) she thanked her and I went to escort her, I bade her goodbye as she left.

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.

It meant beautiful-young lady or so in hausa, I have no idea. I smiled and made my way towards her, she was frying the bean cakes while her son Abdul, was serving Customers. "Alhaja, good morning, Ma." I greeted "How are you, my dear?" She asked as she took the beancakes from the hot streaming oil and poured them into the stainless shifter. "Fine thank you, Ma." I replied as fumes from the firewood made it's way into my nostrils and I coughed and shifted a little bit.

After the church service on Sunday afternoon. The Olayiwolas were back to their house. Ben and Ademide were busy in the kitchen - about to prepare a meal of fried rice and chicken, they were back to how they used to be - all grudges buried, lost love found. Ademide laughed as Ben told her about the Hausa people and how it was difficult for them to pronounce some words. - words like People, the, and how they used the letter 'F' in place of 'P'.

He took a deep breath before talking, "What is your name?" He asked her. That was when it hit Shola that Solano had never asked for her name. He might have heard it a few times, but he'd never even tried to mispronounce it, he'd just been calling her little girl or little lady all this while, "It's Omashola," she answered glaring, pouting her nude brown lips, "That could not be all of it," "Adunfe Fadaunsi!" "Oma- Shola is it?"

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

"These are Sufyan's aunts so you're to come kneel before them and greet properly." His mother turned to the women. "Forgive her, she doesn't know anything about our culture. Awon Hausa o kin pon eyan le - hausa people don't have respect." She finished off in Yoruba. Sabeerah didn't say anything, she simply stod up and went to kneel before them just as her mother and aunts came downstairs. Sufyan's aunts said prayers for her before one helped her get up and then gave her a side hug, she went back to her seat.