About Abban Sojoji Book One

Abban Sojoji Book One Complete Hausa Novels opens at the gate of a
wealthy woman’s house. A young girl has been coming there every day, asking to see Hajiya.
The gatekeeper keeps chasing her away, insulting her, and misunderstanding her persistence.

The story quickly becomes emotional when the girl finally explains that her siblings are
seriously ill in the hospital and need surgery. She has no one to help her, so she wants
domestic work that will allow her to earn money and save them.

This opening introduces themes of poverty, courage, loneliness, compassion, class
difference, village girls seeking work, and the hidden pain behind people’s actions.

Abban Sojoji Book One English Translation

She used both hands to cover her ears because she was tired of hearing the insults the
Tuareg gatekeeper kept pouring on her.

“You, this one, if it is witchcraft you have used to hold someone, wallahi, it will be
very hard to find a cure.”

He continued angrily,

“I have told you that Hajiya is not around. Every day you keep coming here. Do you have
no heart, or has a dog licked it away? A small girl like you, yet you are stubborn in a
useless way. And look at your eyes, wide like the eyes of a shameless person, staring at
people without shame. Look at this useless child!”

Slowly, she raised her head and looked at him because of the insult he had thrown at her.
Her eyes filled completely with tears, and her small lips began to tremble. Immediately,
the expression on her face changed.

In his mind, the gatekeeper thought the girl would answer him back because he knew that
children of this generation hardly stayed quiet when touched. He fixed his eyes on her
and watched.

He saw her moving backward. He thought she was about to leave the place, but instead she
found a spot by the wall of the house, squatted there, placed her head on her knees, and
began crying in a way that could pierce the heart.

He stood still and watched her. Signs of regret appeared on him. Deep inside his heart,
he felt that he had not treated her well.

He was a Muslim, yet he had failed to understand the small girl who kept coming to the
gate of the house every day. He had never even asked himself why she kept coming. He had
chased her away many times like a dog, but that had never stopped her from returning the
next day.

With a softened body, he moved closer to her and squatted in front of her.

“Enough crying. Raise your head and tell me what is troubling you. Why do you come here
every day looking for Hajiya?”

She raised her face. It was already messy with tears and mucus. Between sobs, she said,

“I come looking for Hajiya because I heard that she helps girls by finding domestic work
for them where they can be paid.”

He became silent and looked at her for a moment before saying,

“Why are you looking for work when you are still a small child? Are there no adults in
your house?”

She shook her head.

“No, there is no one. We do not have anybody. It is just me and my siblings, and they
are sick. They have been admitted to the hospital. The doctor said they need surgery.
I do not have money for the surgery because they are many. That is why I want to get a
job, earn money, save it, and use it for the operation so they will not die and leave me
alone.”

She finished speaking and lowered her head again, crying.

Now he understood why the girl insisted on seeing Hajiya. In his heart, he said,

“This servant of Allah is carrying heavy worries despite her young age. But she has a
good mind.”

He held her hand and said,

“Wipe your tears. That is enough. I will help you see Hajiya. Stand up and come sit on
the bench.”

She stood up and followed him. They sat together on the bench. They remained quiet for
some time before he said,

“Be silent now and stop crying. Allah is the supporter of His servant. Even if a person
has nobody, as long as they believe in Allah, He will become their support. Keep praying.
Your siblings will recover, and you will still play with them again.”

She smiled because his words comforted her.

He reached for the tea water he had been boiling in his small kettle. He also had two
small cups that he used for drinking tea.

She kept peeping at the small metal kettle, looking at what he was boiling inside. It
fascinated her, especially what was inside it.

He took one cup, poured some tea into it, and gave it to her.

She collected it with both hands because the last time anything had entered her stomach
was the previous day.

He also poured some for himself in the other cup. As he sipped his tea, he began telling
her stories of Gizo and Koki.

She did not really understand what he was saying. The tea he had given her had taken
over her attention because it tasted very sweet, especially since he had added sugar.
Slowly, she kept sipping it.

Almost three times, whenever she finished, he added more for her. In the end, he said,

“By Allah, you are a serious eater. You have even finished my tea water. When Hajiya
finds work for you and you start working, you must pay me back for my tea.”

She smiled while listening to him, wondering why he kept referring to her like a boy.
He was not blind; he could clearly see that she was wearing girls’ clothes.

Evening came, and Hajiya had still not returned.

When the time for Asr prayer came, the gatekeeper himself opened the small gate for both
of them, and they entered. He fetched water for them in a kettle. They performed ablution
together, then he spread a mat for them. He led the prayer in front, while she stood
behind him.

After they finished, they continued sitting on the prayer mat. He held prayer beads in
his hand, while she entered deep thoughts about the world.

They remained like that until Maghrib time came, and they prayed again. Even before they
ended the prayer, he heard the sound of Hajiya’s car, showing that she had arrived.

Happiness filled the girl’s heart. Today, by Allah’s will, she would finally meet this
Hajiya.

As soon as he finished the prayer, the gatekeeper quickly stood and opened the gate for
Hajiya. She drove in with her huge car and went straight to the parking area.

He closed the gate and followed behind Hajiya’s car, praising her in the usual way.

Happiness made the girl unable to close her mouth. She kept smiling. She did not stand
from the prayer mat. Instead, she sat there waiting for the gatekeeper to tell Hajiya
about her.

He opened the car door for Hajiya, and she came out.

Masha Allah. She was the type of woman with a full body, rounded and comfortable-looking.
She was very fair, though it looked as if she was enhancing her skin with bleaching cream.
She wore an expensive blue lace outfit decorated with stones, and it suited her very well.

Her headwrap was beautifully tied. Her fingers carried diamond rings, and the necklace
on her neck was also diamond. Her makeup was light. She had bright eyes, a long nose,
and red lipstick on her lips.

Respectfully, the gatekeeper said,

“Welcome back, Hajjaju Makkatu!”

She squeezed her face slightly, looking tired, and said,

“Yes, Aku, king of warmth. Did anyone come while I was away?”

She said this while opening the back door of her car, because she had not returned alone.
There were young village girls inside the car with her.

The gatekeeper replied,

“Yes, many people came, but I did not keep their names. I told them you were not around
and had travelled. But there is one child who comes looking for you every day. Today, I
told him to wait until you returned.”

Hajiya raised her eyes and saw the little girl sitting on the prayer mat in her hijab.
Then she looked back at the girls still sitting inside the car. She had opened the door
for them, but they refused to come out.

She hissed and said,

“Are you going to sleep inside the car?”

They smiled widely. One of the talkative girls among them said,

“Hajiya, wallahi, this car is so sweet. The cold air inside it enters my heart. I almost
do not want to come out.”

Hajiya shook her head and smiled slightly.

“That cold air you are enjoying is called A.C. And when we enter inside, there is A.C.
everywhere too.”

Full of excitement, the five girls came out of the car. They looked as if they had been
rescued from the mouth of a hyena. Their clothes were badly squeezed, with different
blouses, wrappers, and headscarves. Their shoes were mismatched and strange.

Their makeup was heavy and poorly applied. Lipstick had spread from their lips to their
cheeks, making them look frightening. They had drawn black dots from their noses up to
their foreheads and kept scratching their heads.

This was how Hajiya usually brought girls from the village. She would clean them up,
find houses where they could work, and take her own commission from the arrangement.

Hajiya looked at the gatekeeper and said,

“Bring the girl inside for me.”

Then she turned to the village girls and said,

“Let us go inside. But listen carefully, any one of you who behaves foolishly for me, I
will return her to her village so she can continue selling fura at the market entrance.”

Hajiya entered the sitting room with them, and the young girl also followed.

The village girls immediately began looking around in amazement at how beautiful the
place was. They even struggled among themselves, trying to climb onto the soft chairs.

Hajiya stopped them by shouting,

“Careful! None of you should climb on my chairs. The carpet is spread there; sit down.
Please, behave like women.”

They calmed down, and each one found a place to sit. The young girl was not like them
because she seemed more aware. She found a place and sat alone, while the others crowded
together in one place like canned fish.

Hajiya went inside and began calling her housemaid.

“Larai! Larai! Where have you entered? This house looks as if nobody is inside.”

Larai came forward yawning, clearly just waking up from sleep.

“Welcome back, Hajiya. Wallahi, sleep carried me away. I took cold medicine because the
cold was disturbing me.”

Hajiya twisted her mouth and said jokingly,

“I do not trust you. Every day you are taking cold medicine. Are you sure you have not
started taking drugs?”

Larai laughed and said,

“Haba, Hajiya. May Allah protect me from drug abuse, especially at my old age.”

Hajiya smiled.

“Good. For now, is there food in the house? I brought girls from the village.”

Abban Sojoji Book One Novel Details

• Novel Title: Abban Sojoji Book One Complete Hausa Novels
• Category: Complete Hausa Novels
• Language: English Translation
• Main Character: The young girl seeking Hajiya’s help
• Other Characters: Aku the gatekeeper, Hajiya, Larai, village girls
• Main Themes: Poverty, courage, orphanhood, sickness, domestic work, compassion, village girls, survival, and hope
• Setting: Hajiya’s gate, compound, and sitting room

Continue reading more emotional Hausa stories from our
Complete Hausa Novels collection and explore more
Hausa novels in English translation.

Why You Should Read Abban Sojoji Book One Complete Hausa Novels

Abban Sojoji Book One Complete Hausa Novels is perfect for readers who
enjoy emotional Hausa stories about hardship, courage, poverty, and the struggle of a
young person trying to save loved ones.

The opening is powerful because the girl is first misunderstood and insulted, but once
her story is revealed, the gatekeeper’s heart softens. Her courage and faith make the
story touching from the very beginning.

Frequently Asked Questions About Abban Sojoji Book One Complete Hausa Novels

What is Abban Sojoji Book One Complete Hausa Novels about?

Abban Sojoji Book One Complete Hausa Novels is about a young girl who
repeatedly visits Hajiya’s gate because she wants work to raise money for her sick
siblings’ surgery.

Why does the girl keep visiting Hajiya’s house?

She keeps visiting because she heard that Hajiya helps girls find domestic work where
they can earn money.

Who is Aku in Abban Sojoji Book One?

Aku is the gatekeeper at Hajiya’s house. At first, he insults and chases the girl, but
after learning her reason for coming, he becomes compassionate and helps her wait for
Hajiya.

Who is Hajiya in the story?

Hajiya is a wealthy woman who brings girls from villages, prepares them, and helps place
them in homes where they can work.

What are the main themes of Abban Sojoji Book One?

The main themes include poverty, illness, courage, compassion, faith, domestic work,
village life, and the struggle to protect family.

Is this an English translation of Abban Sojoji Book One?

Yes. This post provides an English translation of
Abban Sojoji Book One Complete Hausa Novels while keeping the original
title unchanged for SEO and reader recognition.