Amani Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
When Amani came to bed and saw the message from Daddy, she was stunned. The thought that this man, Mukhtar Diffa, still had such influence over her father shook her. Her love and loyalty to her father were unquestionable, but she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to sever ties with anyone she disapproved of—even if it was his own blood. Yet, Mukhtar Diffa was different.
Mukhtar was the white-skinned man she often saw with her father, working under him as an assistant, both at home and in the office. He hailed from Diffa, Niger, though his origins beyond that were a mystery to Daddy. The surname Diffa was all that tied him to his hometown.
Daddy had hired him based on trust. Mukhtar had proven himself honest, unselfish, and uninterested in worldly riches—qualities that were essential to earning Hon. Usman Faskari’s trust. A man like Daddy, who valued integrity over personal gain, appreciated Mukhtar’s character. Furthermore, Mukhtar was highly educated, holding two first-class degrees in Business Administration (B.Sc. and M.Sc.) from the prestigious Paris-Saclay University.
The First Meeting of Hon. Usman Faskari and Mukhtar Diffa
Their initial encounter took place a decade ago during a trip to Paris, where Alhaji Usman Faskari had traveled to procure materials for establishing his first company. While riding the train, Alhaji inadvertently left behind his wallet, which contained crucial items: bank cards, identification documents, a significant amount of cash in Euros, and confidential information tied to his political and business endeavors.
Upon arriving at his accommodation and realizing the loss, panic set in. The wallet held nearly all his personal and financial secrets. He instructed his driver to return to the train station, hoping to recover it, but the train had already departed for Bordeaux. After filing a report with the train station and police, Alhaji spent a sleepless night, overwhelmed by the potential consequences of the loss.
As he contemplated canceling his bank cards, his phone rang. The voice on the other end spoke Hausa, though heavily accented—likely influenced by French, Spanish, or even Arabic. Despite the imperfect pronunciation, Alhaji recognized the effort.
"Am I speaking with the owner of this line?" the caller asked.
"Yes, this is Engr. Usman Faskari," Alhaji replied, his voice tinged with both hope and caution.
"Alhamdulillah," the caller continued, “I found your wallet on the train from Bordeaux to Paris. I saw your contact number on one of the ID cards inside.”
Relief washed over Alhaji. He stood up without realizing it, overwhelmed with gratitude. He quickly gave the caller the name of his hotel and asked him to meet at the reception.
That night, Mukhtar Diffa arrived at the hotel and handed over the wallet. He waited patiently while Alhaji inspected its contents, counting the cash and verifying that everything was intact. Not a single item was missing or out of place.
This act of honesty left a lasting impression on Alhaji. From that moment, Mukhtar earned not just his gratitude but his trust—qualities that would later secure him a position as Alhaji’s assistant.
