Maimoon Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Our house is a large and beautiful home, built with a special purpose. When Daddy constructed it, his intention was to bring his parents to Abuja so they could live with us. However, Baffa (Alhaji Lawan) refused to leave the village, preferring to stay in his hometown. To accommodate his wishes, Daddy built a remarkable house for them in the village—a home so magnificent that it became the talk of the locals. Despite the expenses, Daddy spared no effort, hiring workers from cleaners to cooks to ensure Baffa and Mom could finally rest and enjoy life. Daddy often said it was their time to relax, and everything Mom did during this period was in preparation for Hajj. They spent their days doing nothing but eating, being comfortable, and resting, with annual trips to Hajj becoming a tradition.
It was also Daddy’s custom to take us, along with Baffa and Mom, whenever he was posted to another country as an ambassador. We would stay there for a month to gain exposure to modern education. However, he insisted we return to Nigeria after these visits, as he believed it was crucial for us to grow up with the values and upbringing of home.
Our family consists of five children: three sons—Lawan, Habeeb, and Faruk—and two daughters, Hafsat and me. Lawan is the eldest, followed by Habeeb, then Hafsat, me, and our youngest sibling, Faruk. Mommy gave birth to all of us within seven years, and after that, she stopped having children. Daddy always said we were enough for him and prayed for God to bless us.
We are a mix of Fulani and Buzaye, and our unique heritage makes us stand out. People often say they can’t easily tell which tribe we belong to. As for me, I’m often told I resemble my mother. My name is Maimunatu, nicknamed Maimoon after my maternal grandmother, who I was named after. I am the fourth-born and the younger of the two daughters.
Let me describe myself: I have radiant skin that reflects my Fulani and Buzaye roots. My face is oval-shaped, with large, dark eyes framed by thick eyelashes, and perfectly arched eyebrows that seem drawn on. My nose is straight, and my lips are naturally light pink. My hair is long and thick, falling gracefully to my shoulders. I have dimples on both cheeks, which show even when I speak, and my smile is often complimented.
At home, we speak Fulfulde with Daddy, Buzanci with Mommy, and English among ourselves. At school, we also use English, so Hausa is rarely spoken, except when we hear it from neighbors or during Hausa class assignments.
Of all my siblings, I am the most talkative. Daddy affectionately calls me a parrot because of my curiosity and endless questions. Even as a child, I would follow him around, asking about everything until I got answers. Daddy says I’m the most intelligent among his children, although my siblings are also bright. He and I share a special bond because of this, even closer than the one I share with Mommy. Mommy, now a lawyer, jokes that I might follow in her footsteps, given my inquisitive nature.
In school, I became quite popular, thanks to my beauty, intelligence, and captivating voice. My peers admired me, and I was known for being kind and careful not to hurt anyone. My nickname, Moon, came from my bright smile, dimpled cheeks, and my name, Maimoon. Over time, even the teachers started calling me Moon, and my real name was barely used.
Our grandmother (Daada), who had no other children besides Mommy, now lives with us. Daddy built her a special section of the house next to Mommy’s. She became an integral part of our lives, showering us with love and care. Hafsat and I were her favorites, and she would always dote on us, especially when it came to our hair. Despite being young, she ensured we carried ourselves with confidence, and her presence brought immense joy to our home.
