Auren Kwaila Book One Complete Hausa Novel
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“I swear you’re joking! Even that husband of yours isn’t enough to intimidate me…”
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“I swear you’re joking! Even that husband of yours isn’t enough to intimidate me…”
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Oh, you don’t have a choice! Even if it were stolen goods, I wouldn’t buy this sugarcane of yours for thirty Naira. No matter how disrespectful you are, you will return my money, eheee!” Ikilima interrupted Fati before Umma could say a word.
“I swear you’re joking! Even that husband of yours isn’t enough to intimidate me…”
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Oh, you don’t have a choice! Even if it were stolen goods, I wouldn’t buy this sugarcane of yours for thirty Naira. No matter how disrespectful you are, you will return my money, eheee!” Ikilima interrupted Fati before Umma could say a word.
“I swear you’re joking! Even that husband of yours isn’t enough to intimidate me…”
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Umma, imagine Ikilima trying to play smart with me! I sold thirty Naira worth of sugarcane to her child, and now she brought him back saying she won’t buy it because it’s too expensive and that I must refund her money. Well, I have never accepted a return and given money back, so she better deal with it because wallahi, I’m not taking it back!”
“Oh, you don’t have a choice! Even if it were stolen goods, I wouldn’t buy this sugarcane of yours for thirty Naira. No matter how disrespectful you are, you will return my money, eheee!” Ikilima interrupted Fati before Umma could say a word.
“I swear you’re joking! Even that husband of yours isn’t enough to intimidate me…”
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
“Umma, imagine Ikilima trying to play smart with me! I sold thirty Naira worth of sugarcane to her child, and now she brought him back saying she won’t buy it because it’s too expensive and that I must refund her money. Well, I have never accepted a return and given money back, so she better deal with it because wallahi, I’m not taking it back!”
“Oh, you don’t have a choice! Even if it were stolen goods, I wouldn’t buy this sugarcane of yours for thirty Naira. No matter how disrespectful you are, you will return my money, eheee!” Ikilima interrupted Fati before Umma could say a word.
“I swear you’re joking! Even that husband of yours isn’t enough to intimidate me…”
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Umma Ramatu looked up and replied, “Yes, Fatiti! Tall Fati, what happened? Who dared to mess with you?”
“Umma, imagine Ikilima trying to play smart with me! I sold thirty Naira worth of sugarcane to her child, and now she brought him back saying she won’t buy it because it’s too expensive and that I must refund her money. Well, I have never accepted a return and given money back, so she better deal with it because wallahi, I’m not taking it back!”
“Oh, you don’t have a choice! Even if it were stolen goods, I wouldn’t buy this sugarcane of yours for thirty Naira. No matter how disrespectful you are, you will return my money, eheee!” Ikilima interrupted Fati before Umma could say a word.
“I swear you’re joking! Even that husband of yours isn’t enough to intimidate me…”
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.
Umma Ramatu looked up and replied, “Yes, Fatiti! Tall Fati, what happened? Who dared to mess with you?”
“Umma, imagine Ikilima trying to play smart with me! I sold thirty Naira worth of sugarcane to her child, and now she brought him back saying she won’t buy it because it’s too expensive and that I must refund her money. Well, I have never accepted a return and given money back, so she better deal with it because wallahi, I’m not taking it back!”
“Oh, you don’t have a choice! Even if it were stolen goods, I wouldn’t buy this sugarcane of yours for thirty Naira. No matter how disrespectful you are, you will return my money, eheee!” Ikilima interrupted Fati before Umma could say a word.
“I swear you’re joking! Even that husband of yours isn’t enough to intimidate me…”
The customers buying porridge stood mouth agape, utterly stunned by the words of this underage girl toward a soldier’s wife—because Ikilima’s husband was indeed a soldier.
“Hey, I used to hear rumors about your insolence, but so it has finally extended to me?” Ikilima snapped. “You better compose yourself and know your place, you disrespectful brat!”
“Haba, Ikilima, will you really stoop to Fati’s level despite your age? Please, take your money and forgive her,” Umma said, untying the corner of her wrapper, counting out thirty Naira, and handing it to Ikilima.
Ikilima reached out, took the money, turned around, took the sugarcane from her child’s hand, and handed it back to Umma Ramatu.
Umma shook her head and said, “Ah, no, Ikilima, let the child keep the sugarcane and eat it since you took it back from him.”
“Swear to God, Umma, she doesn’t deserve it! She must give us back that sugarcane…” Fatiti blurted out cheekily, attempting to reach out and snatch the sugarcane. Umma slapped her mouth instantly.
“Haven’t I warned you against being disrespectful and bringing trouble to my doorstep? Get inside and out of my sight!” Umma scolded, then turned to Ikilima, “Ikilima, extend my regards to your husband when you get home.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ikilima ushered her child out of the house. Meanwhile, Zarah turned around, muttering under her breath with a sullen pouting face, heading to her room as if she was quitting business altogether.
Umma Ramatu smiled and remarked, “As if I was the one who forced you into it in the first place—you brought it upon yourself. A girl acting like I gave birth to a boy! Every business she ventures into is suited for men, even all her associates are male… what kind of behavior is this? Oh me, Ramatu!”
“Well, from today on, the sugarcane business is over. Unless she finds another trade, she might as well drop it. Honestly, if it’s Fatima Zarah’s business, Wallahi, I’ve had enough of it as it is.”
Guggo Balki’s bursting laughter interrupted Umma Ramatu. Laughing heartily, she said, “Prayer is all you can offer for this girl; everyone has their own kind of youthful wildness.”
Fatiti’s sudden reappearance caused Guggo Balki to abruptly seal her lips, staying quiet because she knew the girl’s feisty nature spared no one.