Bani Nayi Kaina Ba Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Our scholarship results were released, and I was assigned to Attaquwa International School in Kano State. It felt like a disappointment, especially since it wasn't a boarding school.
Yaya firmly stated that I couldn't attend a government school. Mr. Ali also pointed out that since we had no relatives in Kano, it wasn’t an option. I sat in the courtyard, tears streaming down my face from the crying I'd endured. The house was eerily quiet, as if no one could help me.
A while later, Yah Auwal and Yah Sadeeq arrived, but I didn’t hear their car until they were already near me. Yah Auwal greeted me but immediately scolded, “You’re here sulking. Where’s everyone else?” He paused as our eyes met, noticing my tear-stained face.
He and Yah Sadeeq began arguing in front of me, asking why I was crying. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks, which I wiped away with the back of my hand. Before I could explain, my mother stepped out of her room, saying, “Stop crying, my child. The school result you’ve been waiting for is out, but your father doesn’t approve.”
Father, overhearing, responded from his room, "God willing, bring me the scholarship papers, and let me see." With that, he returned to his tasks. Mother prepared food for him, which I served. She then gathered their files and waited patiently while they ate.
Later, Father accepted the papers from me, asking sternly, "Why are you so upset about Kano? Isn’t that what you wanted?" I hesitated, unsure how to answer. Meanwhile, Sadeeq, hearing the mention of Kano, exclaimed, “Wait, Attaquwa International? That’s the school our family has attended from nursery to graduation! Even my younger siblings go there. It’s prestigious but offers 36 scholarships nationwide every five years. Zakiya is the lucky one from Plateau State this time.”
Tears flowed freely now, realizing I had missed such an opportunity. Sadeeq reassured me, “No, don’t cry. We’ll make this work. You can stay at our house and go to school with my younger brother.”
A wave of hope and uncertainty washed over me. But Yaya, overhearing, dismissed the idea, muttering something about the school being for "less privileged children." Sadeeq ignored the remark and left for Kano in his car.
Upon arriving at his father's house, Sadeeq was greeted with surprise. "What brings you here at this hour?" his father asked. Bowing his head, Sadeeq responded, "Daddy, there’s a small problem." His father, concerned, inquired further, but Sadeeq assured him it wasn’t about money. He explained the situation, detailing how his friend deserved the chance to attend the school.
His father listened intently and finally said, "If you believe in this, go tomorrow. Speak to her parents and make the arrangements." Sadeeq thanked him, grateful for his understanding.
The next day, as planned, Sadeeq approached my family and secured their blessing. His return home was met with joy, especially by his younger brother, who embraced him warmly. "BB, it’s been so long! I’ve missed you," the younger sibling said.
Sadeeq smiled, ruffling his brother’s hair. "Don’t worry. I’ll request a transfer to Rukuba Barracks in Jos so we can be closer," he teased.
They both laughed, their bond clear, as plans for my education and future started to take shape.
