Dan Minister 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Some cars, alive and well, with seven black-tinted windows, were speeding on the road as if they were about to take off into the sky. Everyone was trying to avoid them, especially those walking on the street, so as not to get hit by the reckless drivers. The motorcycles, bicycles, and even the security officers on the road had to dodge these cars. When these vehicles arrived, they cleared the way, stopping every car in their path.

Inside these seven cars, there was a loud, crazy music blasting. The sound was so intense it felt like a dance hall. As they approached a small house, they drove directly to it. The guards opened the gate for them, and they entered the house of Dagudu. There, security officers with guns were stationed at the door. Inside, a young man appeared from one of the cars where the music was blasting.

He was a young man of about twenty-five years old, very handsome, with a fair complexion like an Arab. His head had a unique hairstyle, and his hair was dyed two colors—one black, one brown. Around his neck were some chains, and on his hands were large rings. He was tall, wearing modern short pants, with legs in black MetSada shoes. He had black-tinted glasses over his eyes, and in his hand, he carried an expensive phone. His face carried an arrogant look—you could tell from the way he carried himself that he was used to luxury, youth, and wealth.

When this young man stepped out of the car, his entourage also stepped out, all dressed impressively, unlike the house workers who greeted him by bowing or lowering themselves as if he were a king. Some of the workers even knelt when they saw him, and no one dared to stand without permission from him. The rules of the house were strict: no one, except the armed guards, dared to confront him. He did not respond to the greetings of anyone from the house staff. If you saw him, you’d know that he would never reply.

As he walked into the house, accompanied by a house servant, this servant was unaware of the young man’s temper and the boldness of his friends. Suddenly, without warning, the young man slapped the servant’s face hard, shouting at him angrily:

“Hey! Who do you think you are, trying to cross me and hit me? Didn’t you see who I am? Who gave you the right to behave this way? You’re nothing but a lowly peasant, and you dare to mess with me? I’ve set rules for my people! You and your friends, kneel outside and don’t move from there! If you don’t obey, your life is at risk! You don’t have a salary here, get out! Go back to your place, idiot!”