Nida kishiyoyina complete Hausa Novel

“How do you expect to sleep and rest after abandoning us? Since you abandoned us and said the two of us are not enough for you, then you will not know peace, Alhaji.
Yesterday, when you were in Hindatu’s room, you didn’t sleep—you stayed awake doing things, until you later came to my room to come and sleep like a tired man. Alhaji, get up and give me my right.”
“Luba, please, for Allah’s sake, let it be till morning before I go to work. Honestly, my head is aching. These past two days I haven’t even been able to do anything, truly, because of exhaustion.”
“Eeh, truly, you can’t do anything—that’s why yesterday I saw you stayed long in Hindatu’s room. You knew you didn’t have the strength to handle three wives, yet you married another one. Since you can’t manage, I also won’t lift my leg and let myself suffer. I can’t sleep—give me my right.”
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un.”
Alhaji Salisu said this as he sat up, looking at Luba who was sitting upright in the middle of the bed. She had thrown off the blanket and was shaking restlessly. He knew she had no real need—this was pure rivalry. The only place he ever got good, peaceful sleep was Aisha’s room; but whenever he spent the night with Hindatu or Luba, they would gang up on him as if they wanted to kill him. He couldn’t understand what kind of calamity this was.
“Luba, I told you my head is aching. Leave it till morning before I go to work—I am not a machine.”
“Alhaji, you didn’t tell Hindatu yesterday that your head was aching. You waited until my turn came around, just to torture my mind. You gave me my right and then went and slept.”
He already knew Luba’s character—if he didn’t do it, she would never let him sleep.
“Since I told you I can’t do anything and you still insist, then do it, Luba.”
He gave in, not because he wanted to, nor because he had any desire.
As he listened to her alone making a fuss, he knew it was nothing compared to what she did in Hindatu’s room. He hissed and turned his back on her. When he saw she would still disturb him, he climbed down from the bed and lay on the floor. Almost immediately, sleep overtook him.
The noise he began to hear from the sitting room made him open his eyes. He saw that it was already daylight. He jumped up in alarm, saying,
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un—day has broken already? What kind of disaster is this?”
Every day, Hindatu and Luba must fight as if it were compulsory. He couldn’t understand this calamity—they behaved as if they could see each other’s intestines, starting a fight as early as six in the morning.
He didn’t go outside. He rushed into the bathroom, bathed hurriedly, then came out to pray. Even while praying, his mind was on the sitting room, because he could still hear their insults. He knew even the neighbors could hear their noise.
As soon as he finished the prayer, he rushed outside and opened the door—just then, the slipper Hindatu threw at Luba landed on his head.
He grabbed his head, exclaiming prayers.
“I swear I am already trapped in this house. There is nothing you can do to me, Luba—only death will separate us. You wicked, useless woman! I don’t even know what Alhaji saw in you to marry you. Even Alhaji himself says he is only enduring you.”
“It’s your bride price they used to pay him, and you weren’t even given wedding gifts. As for me, ask anyone—you’ll hear he spent a lot of money marrying me. Because of your useless sleeping around, even your bride price was forgiven because you couldn’t find a husband!”
“That’s enough! That’s enough!”
Alhaji Salisu shouted angrily, rubbing his throbbing forehead.
“What kind of curse and calamity is this that you useless women bring every morning? What kind of life is this? Hindatu, I am tired. Luba, I am tired. Are you children? Even with your grown-up ages, you torment me and deny me peace. There is no day I return to this house and find rest—whenever I head home, I come in fear. Is this how you saw me treat Aisha? By Allah, if you won’t learn from her, then I swear I am tired. If you push me to the wall, even if you give birth to the whole world for me, I will divorce every one of you—each of you should face her own path.”