Khaleesat Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The moment she heard the sound of a gunshot, her vision spun and went dark. After a few seconds, she slowly lifted her trembling eyes again and saw her father and mother lying on the floor in a pool of blood. She saw clearly that her father had been shot right in the heart, while her mother had also been shot, her handbag fallen from her hand.

She rushed forward into the living room, intending to throw herself onto her parents, but the man signaled for her to be restrained.

He stepped forward with a cruel smile. Khaleesat cried out,

“Abban Chuchu, why did you kill my parents? Aren’t you their friend? Don’t forget, it was us—your relatives—who created the bond between you. What did my parents ever do to Abban Chuchu?”

She raised her head again and looked around at the men dressed in black. Her eyes landed on the security guard of their house—he too was holding a gun.

She was about to speak when Abban Chuchu struck her with a savage slap, so hard that her senses shut down for a moment. He picked up his gun, aimed it at her head, ready to shoot—but suddenly he hesitated. He bit his lip. As he looked at her, he saw the face of his only daughter, Chuchu. He knew how much they loved each other, especially how deeply Chuchu loved Khaleesat.

He lowered the gun into his pocket, turned his back on her, and said in a harsh voice,

“Khaleesat, I didn’t kill you for one reason only—Chuchu. I know how much she loves you. But now, I will take care of everything.”

Khaleesat burst into tears. She couldn’t run, and she couldn’t go to touch her parents who lay bleeding before her. All she could do was cry.

She heard Abban Chuchu shout, “Khaleesat!”

She lifted her tear-filled eyes to look at him when suddenly—feeeee!—he sprayed pepper spray directly into both her eyes. She collapsed to the ground screaming in agony. Still, he felt no pity.

He ordered the guards holding her, “Blind her!”

They forced her eyes open. Even though her eyes were already terribly red from the burning pain of the pepper spray, he sprayed her again until one full canister was emptied into her eyes. Khaleesat writhed helplessly on the ground, completely overwhelmed by pain.

Abban Chuchu selected two guards and another ruthless man and said,

“Take this girl away. I want you to take her to Niger—deep into a rural area. Even deeper, into a dangerous forest village, a place no human dares to go, so that one day she won’t expose our secret. I don’t want her to ever return to Nigeria.”

Trembling, they dragged Khaleesat out, forced her into a car, and drove away.

Abban Chuchu burst into laughter. He squatted beside Khaleesat’s father and stroked his face, saying,

“Oh dear, my friend! You made the mistake of trusting me in this life. Now all your wealth belongs to me. I have destroyed the eyes of your daughter, Khaleesat—she will be blind forever.”

He laughed again, stood up, and ordered the remaining bodyguards,

“Pour petrol on the house and burn it. Hurry and leave the neighborhood so no one will ever suspect they were murdered. Everyone will think they died in a fire.”

As he spoke, he picked up a file and walked out of the house, leaving behind a neighborhood that was deadly silent.