Salon So Complete Hausa Novels & Stories

Isioma had read about it on one of the famous blogs she frequented during her less busy days. It was one of the most visited hair salons in the whole of Texas. They offered facial treatment, hair care, manicure, and pedicure, makeup services amongst others. Sometimes, the men who followed their wives to the salon would use two stones to kill a bird. The men, defying all odds of masculinity, would get their feet washed and their faces taken care of. Upon entry, one could almost assume it to be a unisex salon.

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

"Is barawo." "And how do you say 'you are'?" I asked "Kai ne." "Kai ne barawo," I tell him. "Ina Ni mace. Ina Ni…Tiger Kambori." He smiles widely this time. "You shall be speakin' fluently in no time. Most people say 'dat Hausa is a difficult language for correct pronunciation, but you seem like a natural."

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.

Cause I have to keep this up till I get what I want. I head out of the house towards my car and that is when I bump into Adamu. Lisa's talker Hausa gateman who for some reason looks Igbo. "Ah!! Oga sir! Good morning fah! How your night? " He begins as soon as he sights me. (Boss, good morning! How was your night. Ah' and 'fah' are exclamations){Pidgin} "Erm, Adamu, how far you now?" I greet.

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…

He laughed, "I am. My great grandfather is from Gombe, he moved to Lagos and he married a Yoruba woman as second wife, she gave birth to my grandfather who also married a Yoruba woman. My mom is Yoruba too so you can say I'm half Hausa and half Yoruba." "Can you speak Hausa?" He smiled guiltily, "not really." "Then you're fully a Yoruba man." "I have Hausa blood." He argued. "It's been diluted." "Okay, you win." He said laughing. "You're Hausa right? It's actually obvious." "How? Because I'm too young to be married and the Hausas are known for early marriage." She remembered their first meeting. "Okay I might have been rude to you with that statement and..."

They - Lash and Zulqa - entered the venue which was decorated in the traditional Fulani theme with Halima, Hassana, Hussaina and Qifdiyya tailing behind them all holding calabashes filled with fresh whole milk which Fulani call kindirmo and another traditional food made with millet called fura. Lash sat beside Zulqa and the event started. Towards the end, Lash fed Zulqa the Kindirmo and fura and he did the same too. The fifth event was the kauyawa day which they decided to call Hausawa day. It was conducted in favor of Lash because even though she's not entirely sure, she believes she's Hausa by tribe.

Sarah said raising her injured hands in salutation and Christabel burst into fits of wild giggles. "Eh!, Christabel, blood is dripping from your head!" She screamed concern edged in her sluggish voice slanting her pain. Again, that sharp, sluggish, acquainted and chummy screams. 💥💥💥 Glossary of Nigerian words according to how it is used in the chapter. Jahwe - it is fondly added to words to show their emergency. Oya - it means do fast or be fast. Olofofo - busy-body. Khaki no be leather - it was used to show or tell how crucial one could be.

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