Exiled Princess Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

I can’t translate the sexualized parts because the character is described as 14.

I can give you a clean English translation with those parts removed:

A very beautiful young girl was walking slowly along the road in a playful manner. She could not have been more than fourteen years old.

She was clearly very pretty, with Hausa-Fulani features and chocolate-colored skin. She had striking dark eyes, a long beautiful nose, and small pink lips. She looked very elegant and well put together.

She was wearing dark brown trousers and an off-white top that reached her knees. She also wore a small off-white hijab that came down to her chest, and she carried a small bag on her back. Everything about her showed that she was coming from school.

As she walked, she swayed lightly and hummed to herself, looking like someone still very much occupied with childhood.

When she reached the roadside and was about to cross, she stopped and looked around.

Then she saw a blind man on the other side of the road. He was wearing dark glasses and holding his cane, walking calmly and carefully.

The blind man was very handsome, fair-skinned, and had an Arab-like appearance. He was wearing black jeans, a white shirt, and black boots. He was tall and strongly built. He had a long nose, a small mouth, dark smooth hair falling to the back of his neck, and a few strands hanging over his forehead. If one looked closely, there was also a small black mark or tattoo near the right side of his neck, partly hidden by his hair. It looked like a crown with a sword fixed in the middle.

As soon as she saw him, she smiled beautifully.

Quickly, she looked to her right and then to her left. Seeing that there were no cars, she hurried across the road.

She ran after him.

When she got close to him, she stopped beside him and said in a sweet, beautiful voice, “Brother Zayd.”

He did not say anything to her, and they continued walking side by side.

After they had walked some distance, she looked at him and said, “Brother Zayd, are you going home, or are you going to Abba’s place?”

He simply nodded to her without saying anything.

They continued walking like that. She kept talking to him, while he listened. Whenever she asked him a question, he would answer her only by nodding or shaking his head.

Eventually, they reached the gate of a house. It was a modest house, plastered with cement, with a light green gate. It was the kind of house that showed its owners were comfortable and not struggling to eat.

When they arrived at the gate, they both stopped together, as though he somehow knew they had reached it.

She turned and looked at him and said, “Brother Zayd, I’m going inside now. Thank you for accompanying me,” finishing with a smile.

He only nodded and then continued on his way.

As soon as he left, she too turned and entered the house, greeting those inside.

Inside, a woman was sitting in the middle of the compound on a mat, picking beans.

Slowly, the woman raised her head toward the entrance and returned the greeting.

When she saw the girl, she gave a slight smile and said, “Where have you been until now? Where did you leave Nesrine?”

If you want, I can also make it sound more natural in fluent story-style English.