Novel & Cerita Yau Da Gobe Hausa Novel Complete

"Don't waste your time James. I am not here to die. I only followed you here because you are unfamiliar with Igboland. I didn't come here to put my life at risk. As you can see, I have a beautiful wife and and three young children who are still growing up. I already lost a wife, it will be bad if my children find out that their father died trying to destroy the gods that their ancestors worshipped. It will be too bad James. Count me out of your plans. Stick with Umuise. They don't have a chief priest who would challenge you. They are simple faithful worshippers of their gods. Every man and his own shrine." James grabbed the book he was reading and flipped the pages quickly. Then he turned to

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…

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.

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.

I walked and sat in the middle of my parents while my uncle opened the floor. "Ékààró óó gbógbó ílé, órúkó mí ní Zacheaus Dare, mó dé kí yín. It's amazing to have with us, our oyimbo people who have come to ask for the hand of our daughter in marriage." He welcomed us in Yoruba and I looked to see Ethan wearing a white laced agbada. He looked amazing. I turned my gaze to his parents feeling bad that my uncle was speaking in Yoruba but they had amused faces on, besides we had a translator. (Good morning everyone, my name is Zacheaus Dare and I greet a of you) "Éyín àrà Dare, sé mà gbà fún wàn, tàbí é ní gbà" ( Dare family, do you accept them or do you not)

The strange thing about powerful men is that they rarely begin with violence. They begin with options. Violence is expensive. Options are efficient. As they left the office in Yaba, Chief Bako's offer lingered over them like humidity before a storm. Walk away. Such a simple sentence. Such an expensive request. The drive back through Lagos was unusually quiet. Traffic crawled along Third Mainland Bridge. The lagoon stretched endlessly beneath a pale afternoon sky. Tobe sat in the back seat staring out the window.

Then he instructed the people saying: "The common man will have only one wife. Only a chief may have four or more wives. For this reason, you Hausa shall be brave because you come from wolves," said Q'waeti. "In every manner, you shall be strong." I close the book " What a rubbish and joke " I said and pull out a different book. It is red and the ink is thick and blue. "The Child Eater" is the title. I lean against the bookshelf and open it up. Here lived once a big woman named Dask'iya. She was an evil woman who stole innocent children from their loving families and takes them to Yaq'ilis Creek (Dry River in Barbarian country). She gathers the children together by the

( Men should always pray and never faint). Discouragement set in when Praise, a roommate of hers came back from a journey to her home. From her narration, as soon as she was stepping into the house in which they live together; Comfort started, Ah! Who do we have here? I taught you have relocated to Abuja? I know you love good things. Hmm! What did you bring? Don't tell me you did not bring anything. That will be very selfish of you. What did you bring? Did you bring Garri Ijebu? (a special cassava flakes made in Ijebu.) I hope you did not forget elubo ( yam flour). Hmmm, she is not even saying a word.

May blinked her eyes, her mouth hanging open since it couldn't comprehend the shocking words that Edric had voiced out. "W-what?" her voice failed to be coherent. Nonetheless, due to her moving lips, he knew what she had said. "You heard me. Why fight over that? When you can just rewash the clothes." May's hands flew to her head as she exclaimed. "Mogbe!" It was a common word she'd heard so many Yoruba people say whenever they feel like they're dead or they've lost a battle. Bella was watching the scene and visibly enjoying the new Nollywood drama playing out in front of her.

"Whispers are for the young. In this house, we only listen to the stones. But stones are expensive these days, daughter of the market. very expensive!" *Egba is the dialect of first settlers of Abeokuta