Uwar Gida Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

After I had spent five days with fever, on the sixth day I came out and bumped into someone. I got so scared that I started running back home, but someone pulled me back. I was about to scream when my mouth was covered. Then he shone a touch light on me and I said, “La!” It was Yaya Maher. He said, “My wife.” I started laughing.

He said, “So you still don’t feel well?” I said, “Yes.” He said, “Sorry, my wife.”

As we walked, we were chatting. When we got to the clothing store, he bought many clothes for me and did not even allow me to pay. Then we came back to our street and I saw my friend Hamida.

She said, “Ah, is that you with your wife?” He laughed and said, “Wallahi, our friend.” Then he added again, “My wife.”

I became shy. At everything, I would just cover my face while we were talking. Then Khadija came passing by. Immediately, I started heading home because I was scared of her as if she were an angel. Hamida pulled me and said, “You too, even if it is Sokoto, wallahi, once you see your younger sister you just run.”

Yaya Maher said, “Why?” Hamida said, “Yaya, don’t you know Khadija scares Humaira? The other day when we were sent to the shop, didn’t you see the beating she gave her?”

He moved close to where Khadija was and slapped her. She ran home immediately, because he does not know how to beat a woman. Even this one was only because of his wife. Pointing his finger, he said, “You little troublemaker, is it your sister you beat? We are watching you. Every day I see you at Momi’s house coming to gossip. So listen, if she even gives you a useless look, our friend, tell me at once.”

Right away she went to Maher’s mother’s house to report.

Momi said, “Maher is such a fool. Imagine, a person does not love his own sister, yet they defend him. If anything is said, shamelessly he says, ‘my wife.’ Nonsense. They have spoiled him. Even Adda Amina and her husband have also spoiled them too much.”

She clicked her tongue and said, “Nonsense. Look at her body, as if air was blown into a balloon and it swelled. Anyway, she is not fair-skinned as if she came from India because of beauty. Stupid orphan girl.”

Momi kept insulting me and said, “Get up, may Allah let us reach after the prayer so you can go back, because I can see your parents love that orphan girl more than you.”

Yaya Maher loves me very much and cares for me deeply. I love him very much too. When I do not see him, I do not feel happy. Our parents were very happy, and they wished to marry me off early because I have a striking figure. Even my hips alone are something to look at. Suitors come from everywhere, but I said it must be Yaya Maher.

There is also Inna Ammar’s elder son whose name is Dan. He is the son of my elder uncle. He is the only male child, and they sponsored his education in Germany. When he traveled, I felt relieved because he used to come to our house every day saying he came to chat with Inna. I was never allowed to come out, but he would keep staring at me like a madman.

Then Yaya Maher traveled to Russia to take a course because he is a doctor, a young doctor. He is a heart specialist, and there is no one who does not like him. In the field of cardiology, he is an expert.

While Hamida and I were chatting, she said, “Do you love someone?” I said, “No. Why don’t you say what you mean?” She said, “Your elder brother likes you.” I said, “Which one?” She said, “Yaya Mustafa.”

I said, “You mean money?” She said, “I don’t know, but he told me he likes you, and I feel the same. But what will he do about Baba and Abba?”

She said, “You know I am the one who saw it. She saw a handsome young man, and wallahi, it is not love she feels for him. It is only some charm they used on him. It was their own sister who told our Hajiya. You know his family has two wives in the house. It was the eldest daughter of the senior wife who told us.”

I said, “Really? So what kind of charm can be used on a man?” That was how we kept talking when Yaya Mustafa appeared, looking handsome in a black-and-white suit. He was very fair, as if if you touched him blood would come out. He works in a bank and is not poor at all. The one our uncle made Moma marry now is a member of the assembly.

They exchanged glances, and he looked toward where I was. He said, “Aren’t we going out?” I stood up and came into the courtyard. He looked at her and said, “Baby, good morning. Has our Hajiya hidden you for two days?”

She laughed because she likes him very much. Then she quickly said, “Yaya, is it the two of us you will marry?” He said, “No, you are the wife.”

So Yaya Mustafa had already told our fathers that he does not love her. They said they are not useless parents. But he said since they insisted, fine, yet he would marry the one he loves. They said they heard him.

As they kept talking like lovers, I too remembered my own beloved, my pride, but I am not allowed to keep a phone.

Yaya Mukhtar, Khadija’s elder brother, likes Hamida’s elder sister, and he has plenty of money.

If you want, I can also turn this into smoother natural English, like a story instead of a direct translation.