Kyawuna Jarabta Ta Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete

It is a large neighborhood and also a new one, because there aren’t many people living there yet. What you mostly see are uncompleted buildings still under construction and newly built houses that have only recently been occupied.

It is a big house painted milk-white. The moment you look at it, you can tell it is a typical family house. The compound is extremely spacious, with a huge mango tree in the middle, heavily laden with fruits, though they are not yet ripe. The house has two flats: a large main flat and a smaller flat beside it that looks like boys’ quarters. From its appearance, you can easily tell it is not the kind of house owned by someone extremely rich; rather, it is a modest house of a reasonably comfortable man. Two vehicles are parked in the compound: a very fine milk-colored bus and an ash-colored Sienna. A security guard is busy washing the Sienna, clearly the owner’s car, judging by how carefully he washes it, while nodding his head to the sound of a local song playing from a small radio placed on a plastic chair.

The door of the small flat close to the main flat opens, and a young man steps out. He is not dark, not very tall, and well built. He is wearing a brown jalabiya and holding car keys in his hand. He puts on his sandals, walks down the steps at the entrance, and heads straight to the main flat. With a greeting, he opens the door and enters.

Inside is a very large sitting room. Seated on a chair is a big, elderly man, about 59 or 60 years old. At a glance, you can tell he is the head of the house. He is dark-skinned, well built, and holding a newspaper which he is reading attentively.

Beside him sits a plump woman, Hajiya Balaraba, about 40 years old, dressed in a richly designed lace fabric, sipping tea from a cup. On the carpet, children are seated having breakfast—each with tea, bread, and fried eggs. There are three girls and two boys in the sitting room. All of them look alike. The girls are Amal (14), Asiya (13), and Aneela (11). The boys are Muhammad (11) and Mudasir, the youngest of the family, who is 6. Looking at all the children, you can easily tell they take after their father, from their complexion to their body build. They are all chubby and very attractive, clearly well nourished. They are all dressed in their school uniforms, showing they are about to leave for school.

The kitchen door opens and a beautiful dark-skinned woman steps out. She is not young either—about 38 years old. She is wearing a long, elegant Ankara gown decorated with stonework and carrying a tray with neatly arranged dishes. She notices the young man who just came in, whom no one else seemed to notice, and says, “These children will make you late for your program, Ya Hamad.” The moment she calls his name, all the children in the sitting room raise their heads and look at him. Together they greet him, “Ya Hamad, good morning.” Without responding, he walks further into the sitting room, approaches his father, sits beside him, and says, “Good morning, Abba.” Then he turns to the woman beside him and says, “Good morning, Mum.”

At that moment, the other woman pulls the coffee table closer to her husband, places the tray on it, and says, “Your food is ready, Daddy Hamad.” He folds the newspaper and hands it to her. She collects it and turns away. Abba then reaches into his pocket, brings out some money, and hands it to Hamad, saying, “Take this and pay their school fees.” He then turns to the woman beside him and asks, “What are these children still doing upstairs? Don’t they know they’re going to school?” Quickly she replies, “They already went on break long ago—Nana, Hawwa.” From upstairs, voices respond.

Two grown young women with full figures come down the stairs. You could easily mistake them for twins because they look so much alike, with a strong family resemblance. Nana is the eldest, 26 years old, in her final year at Bayero University Kano (BUK), studying Mass Communication. Hawwa is 24 years old, in 300 level, studying International Relations, also at Bayero University Kano. Hawwa looks very much like Hamad. Both of them are wearing matching lemon-green hijabs. Neither of them is happy, because they dislike going to school, even though they attend university. However, their father makes it clear that none of them has any excuse not to attend school, even if it means earning a PhD.

All the children stand up, say goodbye to their parents, and leave. Ya Hamad then stands up and says, “Let me take them, Abba.” Their father simply nods his head, as he is not a man who talks much. After that, Hamad turns and walks out.