Yau Da Gobe Hausa Novel Complete Novelas e Histórias

Yuki happily took it and ran to their mother. After that, she went inside her room to change. She sat down at her study table and sighed opening the paper bag Eustone gave her. Her eyes widened when she saw money inside. It was her money that she gave him. I guess, he didn't like to compensate. He's nice, she thought.

I rolled my eyes. "I see you have mouth now, let's go I'm using my break. I need to get back to work. " He didn't wait for my reply as he strode to his truck and got in and started driving. They didnt need to tell me twice before I quickly got in my car and followed him. Alhamdullilah, I didn't get lost today. Ode-fool Oponu-stupid Shey-its like a Yoruba slang used in place of right?

I saw her turn to look at me. "How so?" "Well, Yoruba is very tricky when you want to translate. For example; Ẹkú ewu ọmọ is a Yoruba dialogue for congratulating a family who has just welcomed a new baby to the world, but the literal meaning, if translated word for word is 'you die dangerous baby'." Mokun burst into laughter even before I was done. "You can not be serious." Her chuckle was music to my ears.

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.

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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.

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Dapo said in his usual self. “Off course, always the indisputable boss, who gave order as he deem fit.” Bisola said in a cold tone. Dapo scoffed inside himself, he fold his arm and watched Bisola picked up the menu and placed her order, he order for the locally made food, she ordered Pounded Yam and Vegetable soup, she order for two Goat meat, instead of juice, she only asked to be served water. The Waitress taking Bisola order wrote down something on her jotting pad, she turned to Dapo

Gbolade still wanted Dapo himself to say where he came from. "Er...I come from Ilesa sir." Dapo answered, looking down briefly at his shiny black shoes. Pa. Gbolade nodded his head like a sage. "It is good; we're all clansmen," He paused and looked at both of them slowly before he continued, "But as clans men, who have similar traditions, both of you should know that one cannot just barge into a man's house to claim his jewel of inestimable value, for that is what my daughter, Yemisola, is to me.