Akan Mijina Complete Hausa Novels & Stories

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

Hopefully if he hire her, she would do a good job right? Mia watched him, as he stared into the air thoughtfully. She knew alot of this were going on his mind. Maybe he was contemplating on not to hire her. Perhaps, if he didn't, she would live. There were other places she could get a job. Mr Derrick lowered himself to his sit, then returned his eyes back to her. "So, you're from Edo, Benin city?" She swallowed, then gave him a firm nod. "My mom was from Igbo, though. And I grew up here in Lagos."

"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."

The last man warned before going out and shutting the door tightly behind him. " Angel... What's this? " Mia turned to ask as she stared at the food in the tray in front of them. " Well... It's boiled rice and palm oil... " " Oh... But why haven't I heard or seen anyone eating this? " " It's not eaten in this part of the world but mostly in Western Africa." " It won't trouble my stomach right? " " It won't... " She smiled. " Let's eat. " She announced that she had taken the first spoon. " Not bad... At least they remembered to add salt. "

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.

Kehinde is believed to be the older, because he/she sent the younger one to go and see how the world is. *Beancake, made from black-eyed peas. **Corn meal [pap] ***Moin-moin (colloquial)

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..."

He was really trying to avoid eye contact. "Guy no dey call me mumu na. Yarinyan no dey here na." (Guy, do not call me a fool. Aisha isn't here.) Tamuno said. He had given Aisha a nickname, "yarinyan" meaning girl in Hausa where Aisha is from. We all went to sit with them. "Jazzjo, How far na?" (Jasmine and Joan how are you?) That was how he referred to I and Jasmine.

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.

She picks up the kitchen knife. "Milady...Milady..." the maiden servant, Nina Hartlepool calls softly. "Do you really not need our help?" She asks, standing beside her. "No need, Nina, I want to do this on my own. I have some Nigerian recipe, I came from a tribe, an itsekiri tribe, and my grandma thought me how to cook traditional dishes," she grins, Nina and Melissa who was staring in awn. "You ladies can just help with the table arrangements, all should be white on red or red or white, which ever you please!"