Salon So Hausa Novel 41 Novels & Stories

The humid night air of Lagos pulsed with raw energy. April 2026. The city never slept — generators hummed, music thumped from distant clubs, and the thick scent of grilled suya, ocean salt, and exhaust filled the sticky darkness. In a heavily guarded private villa on the outskirts of Victoria Island, Chief Adewale Okonkwo, 47, held absolute court.

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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'.

"Well uh. It was nice to meet you Dera. I hope to see you some other time." I loved the way my name rolled off his tongue. "You too Seun." I mutter not bothering to acknowledge the last part of his statement. We part and I ended up buying the purple phone case which was in fact made for my brand of iPhone. Luckily I got home just in time before Damilayo got home. Ini was in fact relieved to see me and I think secret shopping is going to be our secret new thing. A/N: Phew! First chapter. How do y'all like it. When I started writing this book I felt like I wasn't embracing my Culture. I mean as a Nigerian, an igbo girl for the matter. You'd expect me to write more about my culture, my people.

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.

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and open the door for them "Thank you" they both ambled inside the shop and walk straight to the receptionist place. The young lady at the desk was busy reading novel on her title "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greated

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.

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.

Zara It was the weekend and Aminu and I decided to spend it together in his house. Especially since I would soon be living with him as his wife, it would be good to get to know the house and get acquainted with it. I was currently in the kitchen whipping up an Igbo delicacy for him. I was making Ugba (shredded oil bean) with goat meat and Palm wine for him. I had gotten the palm wine from a vendor here in Lagos who had so many good reviews. This was the very first time I was cooking for him so I wanted it to be sumptuous.