K.A.W Hausa Novel Complete
An elderly woman sat gracefully in a spacious, luxurious living room, her calm demeanor reflecting the comfort around her. Though she appeared no older than thirty-five, her true age was likely closer to fifty, a testament to the ease of her lifestyle. She wore glasses and quietly typed on her computer while sipping tea.
A middle-aged woman, likely in her late twenties, entered the room and took a seat beside her. Without looking up, the elderly woman asked, “What’s bothering you? I can see something’s troubling you.”
The younger woman pointed at her own face dramatically. “Mummy, do you realize something?”
The elderly woman adjusted her glasses. “What is it?”
With frustration, the younger woman began, “Mummy, look at this house—so full of wealth and luxury. But me? I don’t even have a car, not even a driver. Meanwhile, the owner’s daughter has so many cars, and she treats her drivers like disposable items. She humiliates and dismisses them at will! Isn’t this unfair? Isn’t it humiliating to us? We’re treated like slaves in our own home.”
The elderly woman removed her glasses and sighed. “Ramlah, what do you want me to do? Alhaji never listens to anyone. His daughter is his priority, and he does whatever she wants. These things are temporary, though. Tell me, what exactly are you asking for?”
“Mummy,” Ramlah said passionately, “I want a new car, and I want a driver. I’m tired of the disrespect! Look at this empire we live in! I also want to celebrate my birthday in style. I need money to impress my friends. And I heard about some government land being auctioned in GRA. You should help me secure it.”
The older woman sighed again. “Ramlah, getting these things requires Alhaji’s approval—or his daughter’s. Do you think he’ll allow it?”
“But Mummy,” Ramlah insisted, “you’re his wife! If he prioritizes his daughter over you, isn’t that wrong? You should have the freedom to make decisions without relying on her approval.”
The elderly woman shook her head. “Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. Every expense must go through his lawyer, so I can’t just do as I please. Besides, we have other plans. Right now, I’m focused on convincing Amal to continue her studies in Turkey.”
“That’s all well and good, Mummy, but you should also prioritize what we need here,” Ramlah replied. “What about the car?”
The elderly woman hesitated. “It’s difficult. If I ask for another car, it’ll seem like I’m competing with his daughter. However, I’ll transfer some money to your account. But if you want the car, you’ll need to speak to her.”
Ramlah frowned. “Mummy, you know I don’t get along with her. I can’t lower myself to her level. I don’t want her insults or humiliation.”
“Do you think she listens to me?” the elderly woman asked. “This is the fifth day she’s ignored me entirely. She won’t even look at me.”
Ramlah sighed. “Fine, I’ll call her for you. Please, Mummy, just talk to her. If we let this slide, she’ll interfere even more.”
The elderly woman nodded slightly. “May God guide you.”
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In a different part of the house, a young woman sat before her dressing table, wrapped in a towel, brushing her hair. Her vanity was cluttered with makeup, reflecting her elaborate lifestyle. Without knocking, Ramlah entered the room abruptly, skipping any pleasantries.
“I saw you in the house earlier,” Ramlah began, her tone sharp. “We need to talk.”
The younger woman didn’t even glance at her, continuing to focus on her hair. She ignored Ramlah completely.
Anger flared in Ramlah’s voice. “Are you pretending you can’t hear me? Or are you so useless that you don’t realize I’m here?”
Finally, the younger woman stood, placing her brush down and walking toward her wardrobe. When she opened it, the sight was overwhelming—an enormous collection of clothes, perfectly arranged as if by machine. It was hard to believe it all belonged to one person.
She reached for a sleek, red sleeveless dress, slipping it on without acknowledging Ramlah. As she adjusted the dress, she said, “What is it now?”
