Wani Haske Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Calmly, the young unmarried lady, who was not more than 23 years old, was arranging her documents spread across the table where she sat. Everywhere was noisy; music filled every corner and echoed loudly inside the large, beautifully built church. A single glance at it would tell you that it was heavily attended, and among those present was this young lady named GOODNESS.

She continued gathering her papers until she finished packing them neatly into a medium-sized black bag. She picked up the bag, slung it over her shoulder, and headed toward the exit of the church. She was dressed in a fitted black body-hugging top that suited her perfectly, paired with jeans trousers. Her hair was tied with attachment hair, braided into over two hundred tiny braids. Her hands and feet were decorated with blue nail polish on her fingernails and toenails.

As she was stepping out, she bumped into her boyfriend, Promise, who was trying to come in.

He held her hand and led her outside, looking at her with a smile.

“Dear, are you leaving already?”

She nodded before she could even open her mouth.

“Yes, I’m tired and I want to go home, but I know the service won’t end now since there’s night service today.”

Almost like he was about to cry, he said,

“Please dear, wait a little till later so we can leave together. There’s somewhere I want you to go with me.”

She shook her head.

“Sorry, Promise. I have work to do at home now. Dad is fasting today—you know it’s Thursday—so I want to go and prepare his food for breaking fast, especially since Mum isn’t around,” she finished, checking her wristwatch.

Promise released her hand and said,

“No problem. Greet Dad for me please. See you later.”

“Okay, bye-bye,” she said, turning and walking off quickly, eager to get home early to prepare her father’s meal.

Around 5:30 p.m., she arrived at their house in the State Low Cost area. The house was empty when she entered. She dropped her bag and headed straight to the kitchen. After turning on the song “There Is No One Like You” on her phone, she picked up a yam and began peeling it, singing along to the music as she worked.

Suddenly, she heard the greeting of Nura, their neighbor.

“Yes, come in,” she replied with a laugh, happy to see him.

He came inside, pulled a white plastic chair, and sat down, saying,

“Where is Mum?”

“Mum hasn’t returned from church yet. I only came back because Dad is fasting and won’t return now, honestly.”

From the moment she started speaking, Nura kept looking at her inwardly, admiring her father’s strong religious devotion, piety, and good character. Allah had blessed him with mercy and given him a special light in his life, while his family was left just as they were.

He smiled slightly and said,

“Well, good news for you today, my girl.”

“Hmmm, Nura, have you started again? So you came today to tease me again?” she said.

He smiled and replied,

“Today there’s no teasing between us. I came to collect your credentials so I can take them to an important man who is looking for someone with your qualifications to employ in his office.”

“Woooh! Thank you God! I am very grateful for this suitable job! Eheee!” she shouted excitedly, jumping high and abandoning the yam she was cutting as she rushed into the room.

She scattered the whole room before finally gathering all her documents and bringing them to Nura, saying,

“Let me go and photocopy these.”

Nura collected them and told her he would do the photocopying while she continued her work. Completely excited, she kept working, dancing and singing until Nura returned and found her still at it. He handed her the original documents, said goodbye, and left, promising to call her later to update her on how things went.

“If I get this job, I’ll save money and take Dad to Mecca to perform Hajj. I’ll take Mum to Jerusalem to also perform pilgrimage. I’ll go to Jerusalem too, and I’ll take Aunty Bilkisu to Mecca,” she said joyfully, beaming with happiness, already eager to share the good news with her parents.

While she was preparing things, her father returned. She had already finished arranging his meal; only the kunu (local drink) remained.

“Welcome, Dad,” she said happily.

Dear readers, I—Ummi A’isha—was filled with amazement at the upright character of Goodness’s father. He was a man deeply devoted to his religion, holding his prayer beads, with his forehead marked by a special light, the sign of frequent prayers.

“Today it seems you’re very happy. Did something happen after I left?” her father asked, smiling as well.

“Dad, I’m close to getting a job. Nura came earlier and collected my credentials,” she said excitedly.

“Alhamdulillah. May Allah grant success. Where is your mother?”

“Dad, Mum hasn’t returned from church. There’s night service today; they may even sleep there,” she replied.

“Alright then,” he said, entering the small, neat living room of the house.

Not long after he sat down, the call to Maghrib prayer was heard. He came out, performed ablution, and went to the mosque. Before he returned, Goodness arranged his food for breaking the fast. She then retired to her room, listening to their church songs while also reading from her thick Bible beside her.