Binta Yar Jagaliya Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
She turned around, giving me the chance to fully take her in. She was a striking woman, dark-skinned, yet ethereal in a way. She could be called Black American, though she wasn’t very tall—her height was just right. Her body wasn’t overly shapely, but her fullness in the chest and stomach gave her a curvy, confident look. Her eyes were strikingly white, full of beauty, and her lips were painted a soft pink. Her cheeks were slightly small due to the fullness of her eyebrows, and she had an alluring gaze. She glanced upward and looked at her mother.
“Now I need to find something to eat. Since you know I’m innocent, ask your mother if she’s aware. You’ve got blood all over your face.”
The other man sighed, hearing the pain in her words, then spoke.
“If I were to show you some respect, I’d expect the same in return. I’ve been with you a long time.”
He cast a glance at Binta, the girl from Jagaliya, who was spreading oil, indicating all the tension between her and Kahun. She didn’t let anyone misuse her.
He bit his lip, speaking regretfully.
“Sorry, Oga, it's been published. It’s out in the open now. You’re leaving your enemies to fight you, but you keep talking about the dutsai head. You didn’t come out until you were ready.”
He adjusted his shirt and said, “I’ll go, Binta, daughter of God. Don’t make us a mosquito in the house. By God, I regretted not going out until I had diarrhea yesterday, and that’s how you’ll end up, biting your lip a lot, some drunk.”
She was in vain, irritated by the mosquito buzzing around, and responded, “Who’s afraid of my wulli and combos?”
She adjusted her chest, then said, “Oh, how would I know? Since I finished cooking the cocoa, I went back to bed. You saw that Meragaje didn’t come back. Saying that, she went into the room.”
"Hmmm, bring her back," she said. “Thank God, he’s alive. May God have mercy on him. He doesn’t have any share of the money. Remember their fight? Begging for help, but he didn’t offer a good deal, just hit him with a mattress. You said hit me on the head, and that’s how it felt. He didn’t care, got up, and left. Since our son was silent during the conversation, he went outside to find food, making the situation worse.”
The chair he sat on didn’t move much, and the queen was heading towards the roof. He ran back to her, made a bed for him, and then got stuck in a tree. He already heard they were going to climb the tree.
His hair was down, and he would sleep all day if he didn’t talk to them—they wouldn’t leave him alone. His eyes started to close because today he understood what separated him from Binta, the daughter of Jagaliya. But God forbid, he opened his mouth and said, “Binta, you love God and His Messenger, leave me alone.”
Her body was cold, and she said, "Cleaner, come get her, they’ve already climbed on her." He felt sad and went down.
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At Kura Government House
"What should we do with this boy?" one man asked. “He has raised lovers, and we will ruin his politics. I swear to God, I see it to the extreme. I don’t think I’ll return to my seat of power.”
Honourable Nasir responded, “Excellency, what did you do to him? He got a marriage license from his grandfather, but by God, he won’t reach the top. Do you think the people of Limon will vote for Gauro? He’s not even married.”
Alhaji Dati, the house owner, said, “Leave me alone. I’ll have the soldiers of the mouth ruin him on the radio and social media. I swear to God, now that I have the chance, I’ll destroy him, especially since the old man is still alive.”
Excellency replied, “I’m also looking for an opportunity. If I don’t become president, then by God, it’s a curse of dust.”
“Don’t worry. I have Binta, the daughter of a police officer. Take it as a gift; we’re done.”
They all laughed, knowing that the daughter of a police officer isn’t exactly a sister of one.
In one glance, you would be transported to the old country, enjoying yourself as they sat down. The old politician was known for his cunning. During his time in politics, it was said that sugar wasn’t white in vain, and he was known as the sugar wall. Everyone felt like building with him, which made him rich while hurting the people. Now, he wanted his grandson to succeed him because nothing but corruption had afflicted the people, especially under this government.
He held many positions until he became president, but now that he was out of power, he had returned to his house in the town of Taura, living among relatives and friends.
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Alhaji Ibrahim Bashir Kura, looking at his grandson, said: “Azzaman, I heard journalists want to interview you?”
The grandson slowly raised his head, then quickly lowered it, lost in his charm and perfection.
