Auncul Datti Jikina Yakeso Complete Hausa Novel

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BISMILLAHIR RAHMANIR RAHEEM

There was a little girl of nine, dressed in an English-style gown, with her hair tied up with a beautiful baby pink ribbon.

She was not exactly fair-skinned, but she was lovely enough to win anyone’s affection. She had dimples in her cheeks that showed whenever she smiled or laughed, and that made her face even more beautiful.

“Aunty Aina!!!! Aunty Aina, give me the chocolates Uncle Datti bought for me,” she said as she hurried toward the parlor in high spirits, because, by God, she loved chocolates so much. That was why every time she came to the house, she would make Uncle Datti buy them for her.

“Allah Khadija, I won’t give them. Haven’t I stopped you from eating sweets? Or are you coming to harm yourself?” she said briefly, with a slight frown.

“Eeyyaa, my aunty, please forgive me and give them to me. Just today, give me his share; from tomorrow I won’t ask for more.”

“Hmmm, little one, you’re still a child and won’t understand the harm sweets can do to a woman. But since you’ve said that, hand me my glasses so I can put them on, and then let’s go get them,” because Rana had been suffering terribly from chronic eye pain and could not see without medicated glasses. If there was no light, everything became dark and unclear to her, even the palms of her hands.

As if she had been waiting for that, she took the glasses from the glass table and handed them over. She put them on, then took her younger sister by the hand and went into the room, telling her to stay outside so she would not see where they were hidden.

She came out with just one and handed it to her. “Here, take this one; it’s better. Don’t trouble me again.”

Instead of taking it, she pouted and burst into a spoiled little cry, saying she would not take it unless more was added.

When her crying became too much, Uncle Datti came out, angry. He simply did not know what had made him so deeply unable to bear Baby Angel’s displeasure, let alone her crying. Any day she cried in protest, he had no peace in his heart until he gave her what she wanted and she became quiet.

Many times, whenever he was coddling Nana, Aunty Aina would wonder in surprise: between her and Nana, who exactly was he married to? Why did he not pamper her the way he did Nana? Or did Uncle Datti love Nana? All these thoughts used to run through her mind without finding an answer.

Then she saw him go toward Nana, completely flustered and frantic like a fool, soothing her: “Be quiet, be quiet, my angel. Tell me what is troubling you. Who touched you?” He asked her question after question.

Aina opened her mouth in astonishment and stared at him in great shock. What surprised her even more was that she heard Nana burst into tears again, until she too had no choice but to be angry, while he himself seemed completely out of his mind, not knowing where to put himself.

She pouted and said with childish sulkiness, “Uncle, I want to drink chocolate. Aunty Aina refuses to give me more,” she said through tears, tilting her head.

“Alright, alright, be quiet, come, let’s go and I’ll buy you some.” They left the house, he and Nana, and left Aina standing there stunned like a corpse, astonished at Datti.

When she saw that it was not going to end, she went into the kitchen and cooked a rich jollof rice seasoned with spices, with a wonderful aroma that filled the whole kitchen. When she finished, she went into the room, removed the clothes from her body, and then went into the bathroom. When she was done, she came out and dressed beautifully in a grey lace outfit, blouse and wrapper. One look at her and you would know she was truly stunning, because her beauty was not from her clothes; it was from her herself, because she is a kind of beautiful woman.

She returned to the parlor and sat quietly; there was no sign of them, until the Maghrib call to prayer began. She performed ablution and prayed. As soon as she finished praying, she heard Datti greeting from her room. She responded and turned around, only to see Aina in shabby clothes made of black lace, standing there and staring at her.

“Heeeee madam, what is that look for?” Datti said, tapping her lightly with his hand.

She frowned a little and looked at him. “Dear, for how long am I going to keep telling you to reduce the sweets you buy for that girl? You know I don’t need to explain my reasons to you; you yourself know that we have a diabetic in the family, and they say the disease is hereditary, or have you forgotten?”

“Come on, wife...” he said, drawing out the words. “I know, I haven’t forgotten. You know very well that I also wouldn’t want anything that would harm her. Diabetes does not affect children under age; it is when a person approaches forty years that...”