Hauwa Kulu Book One Complete Hausa Novel

Hauwa Kulu Book One Complete Hausa Novel

Hauwa Kulu Book One Complete Hausa Novel is an inspiring Hausa story about courage, disability rights, childhood memories, old Kano community life, family roots, and the journey of a woman whose voice became a symbol of hope for people with disabilities in Northern Nigeria. This English translation keeps the emotional message of the original Hausa novel while making it clear, natural, and suitable for WordPress SEO publishing.

Hauwa Kulu Book One Complete Hausa Novel – Episode 1

The conference hall was filled with people. Senior lawyers, young lawyers, and guests from different backgrounds had all gathered. Some came with their families, while others attended alone. At one side of the hall, special guests from international non-governmental organizations were seated. These organizations worked to protect the rights of people with disabilities and to promote equal rights, inclusion, and opportunities for people with special needs.

Although the hall was not very large, it had managed to hold a great number of people. Many of those who attended did not come only to congratulate her on the new position she had received that day. Some came because they wanted to see her face to face. They wanted to remove doubt and confirm the many stories they had heard about her condition and her strength.

To many people, she was already a celebrity in Nigeria’s disability rights community. Her name had spread across media platforms and social media. Her voice had become familiar to many people because of her strong advocacy for the rights, dignity, and protection of physically challenged people in Northern Nigeria.

Others came simply because they had seen the invitation on social media. They were drawn by her popularity and wanted to meet her in person. Truly, she was loved and respected by many.

The organizations that defended the rights of people with special needs were the ones who organized the meet-and-greet event for her. They arranged the gathering to celebrate her emergence as a leader in the Nigerian Bar Association, a national association of lawyers.

These organizations stood by her because of her firm commitment to defending the rights of people with disabilities in the North. She had worked hard for their progress, their education, and the education of their children. Her work was connected to the Sustainable Development Goals and to her chosen profession as a lawyer for the less privileged and people living with disabilities.

Aside from being an SDG advocate, she was also an independent lawyer. Her legal work focused mainly on supporting the less privileged, people who could not afford lawyers, and those whose rights had been violated because of disability. Across Northern Nigeria, she was among the leading voices defending the rights of people with disabilities.

The Arrival Of Hauwa Kulu

When she entered the conference hall with dignity and grace, her hand was gently held in his. They walked slowly toward the place prepared for them to stand together. The entire audience rose to their feet in respect.

Many people who saw her physically for the first time that day said within their hearts, “Indeed, seeing Hauwa is greater than hearing about her.”

Even though she was wearing her usual dark glasses, they did not hide her elegance, her dignity, or her beautiful sense of style.

After everyone settled down, she collected the microphone. She began by thanking all the guests who had attended the event, including her fellow lawyers and the organizations that arranged the important meet-and-greet program in her honor.

She appreciated the organizations whose mission was to ensure that people with special needs were supported and given access to better opportunities in life. She also thanked them for asking her to come out on that important day so the world could see her, not only hear her voice.

For a long time, most people had known only her voice through media platforms. The organizations had requested that she share her story with the public, hoping that her life would become an inspiration to people facing situations similar to hers.

Among the organizations present were major groups that worked for the rights and development of people with disabilities, including AGILE, Sight Savers, Action Against Hunger, and PERL, also known as Partnership to Engage, Reform and Learn.

She also thanked the journalists from BBC Radio, under the leadership of the BBC correspondent in Kano, and the representatives from VOA Radio, led by Hamza Mustapha Mawonmase.

Above everyone else, she said she was grateful to the father of her children, whom she lovingly called, “My pace-setter.”

Her sweet voice continued to fill the conference hall through the microphone. It was a voice many people already knew before seeing her face that day.

Hauwa Kulu Begins Her Story

She began by saying, “As everyone knows, my given name is Hauwa Kulu. Hauwa is the name I was given during my naming ceremony. Many times, especially during moments of happiness when I want to cheer myself up, I beat my chest proudly and tell myself that no one enjoyed childhood more than I did.”

She explained that she often believed she enjoyed the sweetness of youth more than many of her age mates. Her reason was simple: she grew up during a time when Nigeria, especially the northern states, enjoyed a level of peace that had now become rare.

Both her mother and father were alive and together during her childhood. She grew up leaning on them, especially her mother, enjoying the love and protection that came from having both parents present in her life. It was a modest life, like that of many ordinary Kano families, but it was filled with dignity and peace.

Hauwa Kulu said she spent her early years during a historic period in Nigeria, when the military took power from the civilian government in the late 1980s. By the time she became aware of life around her, Nigeria had returned to military rule after the civilian administration of Alhaji Shehu Shagari.

She continued by explaining that life in Kano at that time was simple, peaceful, and full of unity. It was the kind of community life that had become rare in the present day.

“I, Hauwa Kulu, grew into womanhood during the time of President General Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida,” she said.

According to her, peace of mind was the greatest wealth people possessed at that time. People were not consumed by the desperate chase for money, whether lawful or unlawful. Allah had blessed the people with contentment, peace of mind, and gratitude, which were more valuable than the wealth many people chased in modern times without peace.

She described the old Kano quarters as places where even poor people understood how to manage their poverty with dignity. People were not living in the kind of extreme hardship and confusion that had become common in later years.

In those days, even the poorest households rarely went to bed hungry. People were not obsessed with eating luxury meals. It was not necessary to drink pap with sugar, eat oily food with meat, or take tea with milk before one felt satisfied. The houses of the poor and the houses of the rich often had similar patterns of life. They ate similar foods and wore similar types of clothing within the inner Kano quarters.

Life In Old Kano

Hauwa explained that in those days, the level of crime and insecurity was far lower. There was no widespread kidnapping and violent criminality that would later torment communities. There was also less greed and less social competition among people living in the old Kano quarters.

People were not competing over cars, tall buildings, or expensive clothes. That was the kind of world in which Hauwa grew up, a world that seemed calm and settled.

One of the greatest blessings of that period was that people did not depend heavily on bank loans just to survive, unlike the way many people in modern times live under the weight of debt. In those days, parents were not constantly disturbed by the anxiety that comes from debt and financial pressure.

Hauwa believed that one reason for this peace was that almost everyone had something meaningful to do. People had trades, small businesses, or crafts that provided enough to cover their basic needs without forcing them into debt or a lifestyle beyond their means.

In the old Kano city quarters and nearby communities, people lived according to their level and were content with it. Their stomachs were often filled with local foods like gurasa, tuwo, dumame, kunu, koko, and kosai, which were among the common foods of Kano people.

She said that even if someone was as poor as a mosque mouse during that period of her childhood, it would still be difficult for that person to go through a whole day without finding food to eat three times.

Her father, who was called Baban Hauwa in their neighborhood, shared the same daily concern as many household heads in the old Kano quarters. His main thought every morning was simple: what time should he wake up early and go to the market or to his place of work in order to provide food for his family that day?

At that time, more than half of Kano people were involved in buying and selling. This helped reduce hunger. People could spend the day with food in their stomachs even if they did not save much money in the bank. Despite their modest income, they lived peacefully and happily without depending on debts.

That was the true life of Hauwa Kulu’s family.

The Roots Of Hauwa Kulu

Hauwa said that the beginning of her story had to be told from the foundation of her family and community. She wanted people to understand the social world of old Kano houses, especially those within the historical city walls known as the Badala quarters.

The lives of their parents inside those communities were fascinating to anyone who was not originally from Kano. It was the kind of life a visitor would leave and continue talking about, because every town has its own unique way of living.

The House Of Malam Bilyaminu

The compound of their house was wide and spacious. It was an old-style Kano house built around the 1970s. Their home stood behind one of the historical Kano quarters, behind the old Badala of Kofar Naisa.

At that time, Hauwa Kulu believed she was about ten years old.

The large family house, though located deep inside the winding inner streets, had been inherited by her father, Malam Bilyaminu, and his brother, Malam Zakari. Later, a dispute arose between them over the house. The disagreement became serious enough that it reached the ward head of Kofar Naisa.

There was even talk of going to court, but the ward head stopped them. He advised that it was not right for two brothers from the same family to take each other to court over worldly property, especially when the matter could be settled peacefully.

Even though he knew that Zakari was the one at fault because he wanted to take full control of the house alone, the ward head suggested that one of them should sell his share to the other so that peace could return between them.

Zakari agreed to sell his share to Malam Bilyaminu. At that time, he did not really need the house. He needed money to expand his business, so he preferred to sell his part. He did not expect Bilyaminu to be able to pay the amount he demanded.

But Malam Bilyaminu paid him fully in the presence of the ward head and neighbors. After collecting the money, Zakari left the neighborhood and moved to Kofar Dan Agundi, where he bought a smaller house with part of the money. He continued his cap-washing business there.

Malam Bilyaminu, on the other hand, loved the family house deeply. After it became fully his, he renovated it according to the needs of an ordinary family living inside the Badala quarters.

The Beauty Of Their Family Compound

The house was built with mud, the traditional way, but it had been neatly plastered with cement and painted with white local clay, making it bright and pleasant to look at. Cleanliness and fresh air filled the compound, just as purity of heart filled the people living inside it: Malam Bilyaminu and his wife, Inna Safiya.

Every morning and evening, a cool breeze passed through the compound, especially during the cold season. This came from the large trees that had stood in the compound since the house was built. There was a darbejiya tree and an umbrella tree.

When the wind blew, the branches moved gently, and dry leaves fell to the ground. But the compound was never left dirty because Inna Safiya, whom everyone called Innar Hauwa, was always ready to sweep. She never allowed dirt to remain anywhere.

Every part of her home was clean and pleasant. Anyone entering the house would see neatness everywhere, even though the house was located inside the old narrow lanes behind the Badala quarters.

Hauwa said that even if a piece of tuwo fell to the ground in their house, one could pick it up and eat it without feeling disgusted. Her parents may not have had much money, but they possessed the noble habit of cleanliness. Cleanliness was not only practiced by her mother and father; they trained Hauwa herself to embrace it until it became a symbol of their home.

One would hardly believe that different domestic animals were being raised in the house because of how clean the compound remained. Innar Hauwa never tired of sweeping the place every morning and evening.

Her mother raised domestic animals such as rams, goats, and sheep in a section of the house that was enclosed with local fencing. Whenever the animals came out of their pen and dirtied the compound, Innar Hauwa would immediately clean it.

Many times, the yellow fruits of the umbrella tree would fall in the compound. Early in the morning, before going to school, children from the neighborhood would come and ask, “Innar Hauwa, has the umbrella fruit fallen?”

Innar Hauwa would gather the clean fruits and give them to the children. They would thank her and leave happily, eating the sweet fruit with joy written all over their faces.

The umbrella fruit was loved by many children in the Badala neighborhood because of its sweet taste.

A Small Garden Inside The House

The way the trees covered the compound with their large leaves made the house look like a small garden. The trees provided enough shade for the family to rest under, especially during hot weather, during Ramadan, and at times when the sun was very strong.

During such times, the family compound became a peaceful resting place because of the shade and coolness created by the trees.

The house had only three bedrooms. One room belonged to Hauwa’s father. Two rooms faced his room; one belonged to Inna Safiya, and the other was Hauwa’s own room. There was also a kitchen with a metal-sheet roof built with local fencing, and a traditional toilet at one side of the house.

Most of Inna Safiya’s household activities took place under the trees in the compound. There, she pounded, prepared soup ingredients, removed husks, washed clothes, made kuli-kuli, and processed groundnut oil.

Many times, Inna made her own kuli-kuli oil because she did not always trust the cleanliness of the oil sold outside. She preferred to do things herself whenever her hands could manage them. Even when she needed to grind soup ingredients, she often used the traditional grinding stone.

Inna was not a lazy woman. She had the strength and health of women of the past, women whose bones became strong through hard work such as pounding, removing husks, and cooking tuwo. She also valued traditional herbal remedies that helped maintain good health and treat minor illnesses.

The compound was so spacious that another room could have been built inside without disturbing the existing rooms. But Malam Bilyaminu left the space open for his family to use for daily household activities and relaxation. He understood that most of their family life happened in the compound.

The Blessing Of Kano Community Life

Everyone knew that people living inside the old Kano city and Badala quarters enjoyed a special kind of community life. They enjoyed the closeness, security, and beauty that came with living inside the heart of Kano.

The people of the Badala quarters protected one another, helped one another, and treated one another like relatives from the same bloodline. They respected the rights of neighbors and understood the value of community living.

In such neighborhoods between the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s, life was surprisingly affordable. Food and basic goods were cheap. A neighbor could hardly eat alone without sending a portion to another neighbor or bringing food outside so people could eat together and strengthen the bond of brotherhood.

In their own neighborhood, Kofar Naisa, this was the kind of life her father and their neighbor, Malam Isa, lived every day. After the Isha prayer, each of them would bring out food from his house. They would spread a large mat at the entrance of Malam Bilyaminu’s house, pray Maghrib and Isha together, and then sit to eat from one plate after washing their hands.

There were many shops selling food items and daily necessities in every corner of the Badala neighborhoods. Almost everything people needed could be found nearby.

Parents could send their children to hawk goods without the kind of fear that later became common. There were different types of clean and affordable foods sold from homes. Boreholes and wells were everywhere, and many houses had their own wells. As a result, people did not suffer from lack of water.

No matter how poor a person was, life in the old Badala quarters allowed them to live with a certain level of comfort without buying water for daily use.

According to Hauwa, only someone who lived inside those old houses within the gates and Badala quarters of Kano could fully understand all these blessings. That was what made a person a complete Kano native, not someone from the outskirts or a stranger who had only settled in Kano.

About Hauwa Kulu Book One Complete Hausa Novel

Hauwa Kulu Book One Complete Hausa Novel begins with a powerful public event honoring Hauwa Kulu, a respected lawyer, SDG advocate, and defender of the rights of people with disabilities. Her story is not only about fame or public recognition; it is also about identity, family, community, and the deep roots that shaped her life.

The novel takes readers from a modern conference hall back to the old Kano city quarters, where Hauwa remembers her childhood, her parents, her neighborhood, and the peaceful life of the Badala people.

Through Hauwa’s voice, the story celebrates courage, dignity, disability rights, community values, and the beauty of old Kano life. It reminds readers that a person’s greatness is often built from the quiet strength of family, upbringing, and the values learned at home.