Idan Ba Ke Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Danejo screamed as soon as she felt someone’s hand on her and lifted above her. In her Fulani accent, she said, “Who are you? What do you want from me today?” She was completely terrified, thinking the car would run her over.

Hearing the vehicle move to the other side, she slowly opened her eyes. Standing a short distance away, she saw him—his hand resting on his chest, calmly observing her and studying her posture. Danejo couldn’t stop staring at him. His outfit was a pale cloth, but because of the way it was wrapped, parts of his skin were visible. His head was partially covered, partially uncovered.

She let out a quick sigh and turned her attention to the sound of the car. Only then did she notice the car spinning slightly on the street in Abti, America.

Holding her chest, her large eyes wide with shock, she said, “How can someone just stand there and watch the chaos on the road? I could have been hit by the car!”

A calm voice whispered in her ear, “Will you pay?”

Startled, she turned to look at him. It was the same man who had helped her before the car almost hit her. She glared at him and said, “Who are you to care? What business is it of yours if the car hits me, even if your things fall?”

She made a face at him, annoyed. Quietly, he repeated the word “Sukajo” in his mind. When he realized it meant “boyfriend,” he simply shook his head without saying a word and turned to leave.

Quickly, she ran after him, shouting, “Wait! Where did you take my item? Who touched it?”

He turned slightly and glanced at the object. There was nothing in it—she had already dropped it out of fear—but she didn’t realize she had done so. He remained silent, looking into her eyes. Quickly, she averted hers, frowning, and in a low voice, he said, “It was purchased.”

She opened her mouth in surprise. “Purchased? But I didn’t see anyone buy it. And my entire item was purchased?”

“Where’s the money, young man with many belongings?” she asked.

He pointed to the base of the object, opening and closing his eyes, and said, “It’s over there.”

She knelt down, picked up the object, and saw money inside: 1,500 and a few hundreds. Her eyes widened, her body trembling. “You, a young man, are lying. All this money is for my item? That’s too much!”

He shrugged, hand still on his chest, and said, “That’s what they gave me.”

“Who gave it?” She asked. He remained silent, trying to walk away. She asked, “What’s on your foot?”

Her eyes widened as she stepped back, trying to approach him, but he quickly said, “Stay back!” She turned quickly, but no one was there. Frustrated, she adjusted her outfit and muttered, “Liar and trickster.”

She lifted her head. There was no sign of the young man she had called “Almajiri,” only a white rabbit she saw nearby, looking at her intently. She stared back at the rabbit, then picked up her item and headed to the road where she could catch a car to Njoboli.

The rabbit watched her with its eyes as she walked away. When she got a vehicle, she saw that the young man had returned—her “Almajiri with many belongings.” He smiled warmly and clearly said, “Danejona.”