Karfe A Wuta 1 Hausa Novel Complete
The young woman ran into her room, tears streaming down her face. As she passed by sobbing, her two sisters, who were often mistaken for twins, and her uncles couldn't contain their laughter. They tried to stifle it, covering their mouths and taking long sips from their lemonade bottles to calm down.
Their attention soon shifted to Asabe, who walked in, casually sipping her juice.
“You’re our mommy!” the sisters teased, cheering and laughing again.
Asabe sat down next to them, picked up a lemonade bottle, and bit into the cap to open it, letting out a heavy sigh. The sisters exchanged glances but said nothing. Asabe raised the bottle to her lips, but in no time, half of her hair was wet from an accidental spill. She sighed even louder this time.
One of the sisters, unable to hold back, laughed out loud. “Mommy, what’s the name of this lemonade? I need to drink it to deal with stress!”
Asabe straightened up and grabbed a piece of meat from the table, chewing it deliberately. “Oh, your father! If he doesn’t slow down and appreciate the blessings GOD gave you, he’ll suck the life out of you. He’s so careless, and that woman, she’s not my mother!”
“Mommy,” one of the sisters interjected, laughing, “after everything, are you sure they didn’t swap us at the hospital? We should’ve been yours, stubborn as we are. But now, we’re stuck with that troublemaker!”
Their conversation carried on with laughter, but it pierced the young woman’s heart. From her room, she could hear their mocking voices. Fresh tears streamed down her face as memories of her family’s behavior flooded her mind. Since childhood, she’d grown up hearing insults and curses hurled at her parents and siblings. For seventeen years, nothing had changed—if anything, it had worsened. Her two siblings were relentless, always stirring up new conflicts.
At times, even she questioned her family’s dynamic, but she found solace in the lessons of their Islamic teacher, Sayyadi Abubakar.
Wiping her tears, she adjusted her bed to cover her growling stomach. Hunger gnawed at her from fasting, but she ignored it. Slowly, she closed her weary, tear-stained eyes. Despite everything, she turned her thoughts to her mother, Asabe. A faint smile escaped her lips, though it was tinged with pity. She mourned the loss of Abubakar, the one person who had brought her peace.
She had accepted that he was gone forever, just as his parents had said. Yet the pain of losing him was unbearable, a wound in her heart that refused to heal. It felt like a heavy boil in her chest. “Oh GOD,” she whispered through her sobs, “take my life so it becomes a blessing for me.”
Her name was Aminatu, but everyone called her Raudha after her grandmother, who had given birth to her father. Her father, Dauda, was better known as Dan-azumi. Since childhood, he had been mute. His condition worsened when he started working as an assistant to a local driver, trailing him like a loyal dog.
As their grandmother once recounted, Dauda’s life spiraled into chaos after he became obsessed with cars. He didn’t spend a full year under his father’s care before becoming a driver himself. From driving small cars to eventually operating massive goods trailers, he found success, and money began flowing his way.
He reluctantly married his first wife, Nafisa, the daughter of their grandmother’s sister. Nafisa, known for her patience, endured all the hardships that came with being Dan-azumi’s wife. Their marriage was barely a year old when he took a second wife, Larai.
Larai was quarrelsome and disruptive, making life unbearable for Nafisa and even Dan-azumi himself. Her fiery personality created constant conflict in the household. Within a year of her arrival, she had a child, adding more strain to an already tense home.
Life became a cycle of unhappiness. Dan-azumi spent most of his income on chasing women and indulging in vices. His reputation as a reckless driver and infamous womanizer spread across towns, and his family bore the brunt of his choices.
