Yar Hutu Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

I saw luxurious vehicles lined up inside the Government House. The driver kept honking, but it seemed the gatekeeper was nowhere to be found.

The woman being driven stepped out angrily.

“Hey you! Come and open the gate for people!” she shouted.

Suddenly, the gatekeeper rushed out in a hurry, trembling as he spoke, “Hajiya, please forgive me. I swear I wasn’t performing ablution or anything like that…”

Before he could finish, she snapped, “By God, I give you ten minutes to leave this gate and this house. That’s how you poor people behave—someone helps you and you respond with nonsense!”

“Please, Hajiya, forgive me. Have mercy on me. I have children and grandchildren, and there are orphans depending on me. Please help me,” he pleaded.

Zahra kicked him forcefully. “Useless job! I swear you must leave this house!” She hissed loudly and walked away saying, “If I come out again and find you still here, you’ll see!”

“Zahra, I’ve been hearing your voice from outside. Who are you shouting at?” her mother asked.

“Momy, it’s that useless old man,” she said, pouting childishly.

“So someone comes under the hot sun and still can’t open the gate? Then he’s done working in this house.”

“Why?” her mother asked.

“I’ve already sacked him.”

“Zahra, why do you behave like this?”

“I’ve been warning you but you don’t listen. Have you forgotten that God created both the poor and the rich?”

“If you die and lie here, a poor person will still lie there too. Do you know what your future holds? Do you know what life will be like for you tomorrow?”

“Honestly, Momy, stop this. Don’t you see that I’m the one being hurt, yet you’re blaming me?” she said tearfully, feeling forced. Why is Momy scolding me when I did nothing wrong?

“Daddy, what’s going on?” Zahra asked.

“Momy is scolding me because I chased away the gatekeeper.”

“Why are you scolding my wife? Stop it, or do you want me to lose my temper?”

“But Alhaji, do you really think what Zahra is doing is right? Honestly, correct your daughter now, or tomorrow even her husband won’t be able to control her. You know she’s planting bad seeds.”

He quickly raised his hand. “I don’t want to hear such words from your mouth. Are you insulting your own daughter?”

“I’m not insulting her. I’m thinking about her future. She doesn’t know how life can turn out. We may be alive today, but tomorrow is uncertain.”

“If you’re not alive, I’ll still be alive and stay with my daughter.”

“Alhaji, death doesn’t send messages or give notice. You don’t know when it will take you.”

“I didn’t ask you to preach to me.”

Zahra stood quietly, amazed. She felt her mother didn’t understand her at all and didn’t love her—that was why she loved her father more than her mother.

Two days after that incident…

I saw several vehicles stopped at traffic due to people collecting alms.

Zahra was inside her car, clicking her tongue in annoyance because they were wasting her time. She raised her hand to check the wristwatch strapped to her arm.

Then she noticed several vehicles—Range Rovers and Benz cars—about eight in number. Each vehicle had writing on its body…