Idan Kaya Ya Gaji Gammo Ma Ya Gaji 4 Complete Hausa Novel

Sleep slipped away from my eyes as if it were a game.

Every movement and every thought of that Alhaji I didn’t even know filled my mind. All I could picture was his smile and his complete, dignified appearance.

When I remembered who I was and the kind of home I came from, a deep chill ran through my body. Thin tears gathered in my eyes, and that brought me a headache.

That was how I ended up having an unpleasant sleep.

When we woke up, we were served pap made from corn with milk as lunch.

In the evening, basmati rice with a well-blended, sweet pumpkin soup was prepared. Honestly, I couldn’t eat.

As for Uzairu, my heart, whatever food was given to him, he finished it. I realized that Uzairu hadn’t even come with long trousers—he only brought short pants and singlets. I also noticed that Felisha liked that very much.

When night came, I didn’t take long before falling asleep again, my sleep filled with scattered dreams.

I didn’t wake up until full daylight—after all, it’s a Christian household. They don’t pray, so no one wakes you up to pray either. They don’t live near a mosque, so you won’t hear the call to prayer.

I performed ablution and went out to observe my prayers.

After praying, I sat quietly where I prayed, thinking deeply about myself alone.

Time passed playfully until around noon, when we began to hear noise from the household—hunger was pushing me into Uzairu’s room. I found him holding his stomach; hunger was about to kill him. He had spent the night with severe diarrhea, the kind that twists your stomach.

“Lolo, I spent the whole night squatting with diarrhea, and now hunger wants to finish me. They’re bringing food now—pasta with milk, and since we’ve eaten sugary things and even honey…”

“Well, Uzairu my heart, since you’re married to a white woman now, you’ll get used to it,” I teased.

“Which getting used to it? There’s no getting used to it. You see, we’re returning soon—I’ll seriously learn how to cook well. Even though I can cook pasta, it’s children’s pasta. I’ll make sure Dad teaches me his food properly so I can cook for us, or else everyone should eat their own food.”

Felisha walked in just then, wearing short trousers that stopped at her thighs and a top that barely covered her stomach. As she came in, she sat close to Uzairu, my heart, telling him how good he looked.

We exchanged greetings, and around half past twelve we gathered at the dining table.

While we were eating, Felisha’s parents started laying down conditions for Uzairu regarding his marriage to Felisha, since she had clearly made her choice. He accepted all the conditions given to him, and they finally agreed that in three months’ time they would come to Nigeria for the wedding.

Uzairu suddenly began coughing badly, and everyone kept saying “sorry, sorry” to him. When the coughing subsided, he said:

“My dad already said we’ll just come here for the wedding, and once it’s done, they’ll return.”

Felisha’s father replied,

“That won’t be possible. We must see your parents and relatives too, just as Felisha will tour around with you today to see her relatives—all of them are here in Calgary.”

He swallowed hard and said,

“Alright, Daddy.”

That was how we finished eating and then started preparing to go out. There, we called Maigogul on the phone and exchanged greetings. In Nigeria, it was nighttime since there’s a seven-hour difference between us.

“Lolo, how is Canada? Is it beautiful, for God’s sake?”

I laughed and said,

“Rakiya, honestly, words can’t explain it. And Felisha’s parents are good people—and they’re wealthy.”

Maigogul snatched the phone, and I could hear Rakiya still talking in the background.

“Lolo, where is Uzairu my heart? Give him the phone. Did he even use the powder and perfume I gave him?”

Uzairu took the phone laughing and said,

“Maigogul, even without powder or perfume, I had already stolen Felisha’s heart—talk less of with them. Honestly, I’ve seen their usefulness; I’ve applied them again very well. We received a very warm and respectful welcome. Right now, we’re about to go see her relatives. And since you know we don’t joke around, we’re only staying seven days. The wedding is set for three months, so preparations will start.”

Everyone—Labbai and the rest—was given the phone one after another, and finally we ended the call.

Felisha then drove us around; we spent the day touring the city and visiting her relatives’ houses. For me, anytime her phone rang, I would think it was that Alhaji calling me—only to realize it wasn’t.

Just as we were about to return home and night had fallen, he finally called. Felisha handed me the phone. We were in front of a very beautiful, eye-catching restaurant that was pleasing to look at.

“Assalamu alaikum,” I said softly.

Before he spoke, I heard him release a deep breath, as if unloading his heart, then he said:

“Shalele, good evening. I hope you spent the day well. And I hope you’ve called Alhaji Baba and informed him that you arrived safely?”

I smiled when I heard him refer to Maigogul as Alhaji Baba—he had truly put respect in his pocket.

“All is well. We’re outside, going around Calgary and sightseeing. Right now, I’m in front of a restaurant called Casino Blackfoot. We’ve also called everyone at home.”

There was a brief silence before he broke it by saying:

“So when will I be given the chance to come and tour the city with you—or have I grown too old? You know I said I want to see you so we can talk, right?”