About Ladidin Kwadage Book 1

Ladidin Kwadage Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel introduces readers to a
village girl called Ladidi, also mocked by other children as Ladidiya. She is bold,
aggressive, funny, sharp-tongued, and feared by both children and adults in the area.

The story opens with schoolchildren running away while insulting her, calling her a girl
with lice. Instead of crying or reporting them, Ladidi runs after them, catches them, and
beats them without fear.

The beginning of the story is full of comedy, village drama, family struggle, childhood
stubbornness, and the painful reality of an orphan girl who feels people mock her because
she has no parents to defend her.

Ladidin Kwadage Book 1 English Translation

I saw some children running fast, shouting loudly and saying,

“Ladidiya with lice! Touch her a little and she complains that lice are disturbing her.
Touch her a little and she brings out lice. Ladidiya with lice! Ladidiya with lice!”

They shouted strongly while running. All of them had wooden Qur’anic school slates in
their hands, showing that they had just closed from Qur’anic school.

Then I saw a girl of about nine or ten years old running from the corner where they had
come out. She was also holding her slate and running with all her strength, trying to
catch them so she could beat whoever she managed to catch.

One after another, the children entered their houses before she could catch them. Only
two remained, and both were heading in the same direction. They ran, and she ran after
them.

Finally, she caught up with them. In anger, she grabbed the hijab of one of them and
pulled her down to the ground. The other girl, seeing that her friend had been caught,
increased her speed and ran far away. When she got to a distance, she picked up stones
and began throwing them at Ladidi, but Ladidi did not care.

Since Allah had allowed her to catch one of them, she felt lucky enough. She climbed on
top of the girl, held her by the neck, and said,

“Your father! Who were you mocking while running and calling me someone with lice?”

Alawiyya began blinking because she knew Ladidi’s wicked temper. Ladidi had unusual
strength and was known for breaking people’s mouths during fights. In a shaky voice,
Alawiyya said,

“Wallahi, it was not me. It was Shatu and Habiba who started mocking you. Please forgive
me.”

Ladidi did not care. She hit her on the mouth and said,

“If I had not seen you, would you be trying to deceive me? Wallahi, today you will prefer
the hereafter to this world because you have brought trouble upon yourself.”

Suddenly, the itching on her head disturbed her. She struck her head with her hand and
scratched it seriously. She beat and scratched every part that was itching her. After she
was sure the scratching had reduced, she returned to Alawiyya and slapped her across the
face.

“Wallahi, if you call me someone with lice again, I will remove ten lice and put them on
your head.”

Alawiyya cried and said,

“Please forgive me. I will not do it again.”

Ladidi struck her mouth again and said,

“Say it again, and I will scatter your teeth, you ugly thing.”

Alawiyya began crying as blood flowed from her mouth. One of her front teeth was already
shaking. She continued begging for mercy.

Ladidi beat her as much as she wanted. When she was done, she stood up, adjusted the
wrapper that had risen almost to her thigh, picked up her slate, and moved forward,
leaving Alawiyya lying there.

Then she saw the edge of Habiba’s hijab hiding in a corner. It seemed Habiba had hidden
after seeing Ladidi coming. Quietly, Ladidi moved closer and pulled the hijab. Habiba was
lying on the ground. She screamed and jumped up quickly, running with all her strength,
while Ladidi chased after her.

From a distance, Lado the firewood seller said,

“Here comes the new troublemaker, the second spirit-powered girl. She is chasing your
daughter to beat her.”

Quickly, Malam Harisu looked toward where Lado was looking. He saw his daughter Habiba
running while Ladidi followed behind her.

He stood up quickly and said,

“Wallahi, you people are only flattering this girl. She does not have the power to beat
my daughter while I stand and watch.”

Habiba ran straight toward her father, breathing heavily. She knew Ladidi’s lies had
ended because her father was there. Ladidi would not be able to beat her now.

But before Malam Harisu could even react, he felt someone push past him so strongly that
he almost fell.

Ladidi roared like a wild animal and jumped on Habiba. She threw her to the ground, sat
on her stomach, and began beating her.

With courage, Lado the firewood seller came closer and said,

“Ladidi, what did she do to you that you are trying to injure her? Leave the girl alone.
If you kill her, you will put your grandmother, the koko seller, into trouble.”

With one hand, Ladidi scratched the part of her head that was itching. She scratched it
well, then removed her hand and said,

“Lado the firewood seller, this is none of your business. And do not insult my father
again. If not, you will face punishment.”

Lado opened his eyes wide, surprised that Ladidi was threatening him. He said,

“So you want to insult me too, you shameless useless girl?”

Ladidi began muttering,

“Wallahi, I am not shameless. Just because they have parents, they think they can mock me
and run away. They have parents, but I also did not fall from the sky. It is Allah who
took my parents’ souls.”

Lado did not hear what she said clearly. He only assumed she was insulting him, so he
pressed his lips together and kept quiet, afraid she would insult him further. He returned
to where he sat for his business.

Malam Harisu came closer, insulting Ladidi. Immediately, Ladidi increased the beating on
his daughter, using Habiba as revenge for her father’s insults.

Ladidi said,

“A father is not greater than another father.”

She continued beating Habiba while mentioning Harisu’s name and insulting him. When he
came closer and tried to hit Ladidi, she dodged, and his blow landed on his own daughter.

Ladidi burst into laughter. She got up from Habiba, picked up her slate, and laughed
loudly at him.

“So he must do punches like Salman Khan and Akshay Kumar from Indian films? Habiba, your
father is an Indian man.”

Malam Harisu was so angry he felt like placing his hand on his head. He watched Ladidi
walk away with her strange, careless steps, laughing loudly.

Lado also stood nearby, laughing so hard he almost collapsed.

“That is just a small part of the terrible ways of Ladidiya from Iya Mai Koko’s house.
That is why I left her alone.”

Harisu angrily said,

“I must go and warn her in front of her grandmother, the koko seller. If not, wallahi, I
will report her to the village head.”

He lifted Habiba, who was lying down holding her mouth. Her upper lip was badly swollen.

Lado said,

“Even if you go to the village head, nothing will be done to her. Just warn your daughter
to stop interfering in her matter. Let them stop mocking her. Iya Mai Koko has influence
with the village head. Wallahi, no punishment will be taken against Ladidiya.”

Harisu Reports Ladidi To Iya Mai Koko

Harisu said,

“I must go and tell Iya Mai Koko so she can warn her before one day she injures my
daughter and leaves me buying medicine. Have you forgotten that not even three months ago,
this girl broke Tanimu’s daughter, Harira? That girl is as thin as a bone, yet Ladidi
still has terrible strength. Honestly, I wonder if she does not have spirits with her.”

He wiped sweat from his forehead.

Lado said,

“Be careful with your mouth when you go to Mai Koko. You know her temper. She hates it
when anyone says Ladidi has spirits.”

Harisu held Habiba’s hand, and they left while he continued complaining.

Lado turned on his radio and sat, waiting to hear how the matter would end with Mai Koko.

Iya Mai Koko stood holding her sieve, preparing something. Beside her was a very large
pot full of ground millet mixed with water, and another container nearby. She had been
waiting for Ladidi to return and help her pour the gasara mixture so she could sieve it
for the next morning’s koko.

She had no helper. Since dawn, people would already be lining up to buy her koko. Tired
of waiting for Ladidi, she stood and began preparing the sieve herself. Suddenly, Ladidi
entered the house without even greeting.

Surprised, Iya looked at her and said,

“So today there is no blessing? You entered without greeting?”

Ladidi pushed out her lips and walked carelessly to pick up a kettle. She checked and
saw there was no water inside. She went to an old well, lowered a metal bucket, pulled
water, poured it into the kettle, threw the bucket onto the wet red soil beside the well,
and entered the toilet.

From that behavior, Iya knew there was trouble in the soup. That night would be full of
quarrel unless Allah covered them.

While Iya was still thinking, she heard a greeting from outside.

She hung her sieve on a rope, placed her veil over her head, and came forward answering
the greeting.

She saw Malam Harisu standing with his daughter Habiba. His face was squeezed with anger.

Iya arranged her face and asked,

“Amin wa’alaikum salam. Harisu, what is this kind of greeting? It sounds like someone
who ate on credit.”

Harisu said,

“Of course I should greet loudly. Ladidi almost injured my daughter. Look at how she
burst her mouth. It has swollen and even her lower lip is cut. That is why I came to tell
you to warn her. Wallahi, she should be careful with me, and she should stop beating my
daughter, because I am not Tanimu.”

Iya looked at him and said,

“Listen to yourself, Harisu. I know that Ladidi would not just beat Habiba without a
reason. Perhaps they mocked her. That must be why she entered the house angrily.”

Harisu replied,

“I knew you would not believe it. Whenever people bring complaints about her, you always
say they mocked her. As for me, I have warned you. Warn her before something worse
happens.”

Iya Mai Koko said,

“Here she is. Here you are, Harisu. Place your matter before her since you refused to
calm down so I could apologize to you.”

The toilet wall was connected to the compound wall, so Ladidi heard everything. She did
not even finish properly before she washed herself, came out, threw the kettle aside, and
rushed out.

She stood between them, scratching and hitting her head. Harisu quickly moved backward
because he had not expected her to appear there. Even Iya herself only saw her as if she
had been thrown into the place. Habiba hid behind her father with frightened eyes.

Ladidi burst into laughter, still scratching her head.

“Harisu the Indian man! Try your punch again and see whether you will hit me. Hahaha!”

She continued laughing, then looked at Iya, who was hiding her own laughter.

“Iya, did you see? Habiba’s father tried to punch me earlier, but I dodged quickly, and
he punched his own daughter’s mouth. He thinks he is Akshay Kumar, that strong Indian
actor.”

Iya laughed and said,

“So you are the one who burst your daughter’s mouth, and because you wanted trouble, you
brought a complaint here.”

Harisu was too angry to speak. He dragged his daughter’s hand and left, biting his finger
in frustration.

Iya stopped laughing and looked at Ladidi.

“I keep separating you from trouble, yet you keep returning to trouble. Know that you
have no support in this town. I, whom you rely on, have no strength; I am only struggling
daily because of you. Even your small father, Dalha, struggles only to improve your life.

“Every day I tell you not to involve yourself with the children of the neighborhood. Stop
beating people’s children before one day you bring a problem we cannot handle. If not
because the village head keeps protecting you, I know the people of this town would have
buried you alive because of how you disturb both children and adults.”

Ladidi scratched her head with both hands and said,

“Iya, wallahi, you know my character. I do not leave anyone who mocks me. Any fool who
mocks me, I must beat her. It was Alawiyya, Habiba, Fainusa, Abule, and Mariya who mocked
me at Qur’anic school after closing. They shouted that I have lice. I caught two of them,
and three remain. By Allah, I will beat those ones too.”

Iya hissed and said,

“It is because everywhere you go, you are scratching your head. If the itch catches you,
you even bring out lice and kill them foolishly. I do not know what kind of stubborn lice
these are. They are like spirits and do not respond to medicine.”

Ladidi said,

“You know how they bite me, Iya? Wallahi, when I scratch, I even feel pleasure.”

She continued hitting and scratching the part of her head that itched.

Iya said,

“Go and wash your hands, dirty girl, then come and help me sieve this mixture. Maghrib
is almost here.”

Ladidi hated being called dirty. She became angry with Iya, pushed out her lips, and
headed for the way out of the house.

Iya asked,

“Where are you going again?”

Ladidi replied,

“Find someone to help you sieve it since I am dirty.”

Then she walked out.

Iya Mai Koko stared after her with her mouth open.

Dalha Returns From Business

Iya quickly followed behind her, calling her, but Ladidi ignored her. She did not even
turn back. She headed toward the village square.

Iya only shook her head and returned into the house, saying,

“Lord Allah, guide Ladidi for me.”

Dalha was coming home, pushing a wheelbarrow filled with guava and mangoes. Only a few
fruits remained, showing that business had been good that day.

Ladidi saw him turning the corner toward the house. Quickly, she hid in the entrance of
another house and peeped at him. When he passed, she ran out and left the place.

Dalha entered the house extremely tired. Iya Mai Koko was still standing and working
quickly because evening had almost come.

He placed down his business items and sat on a mat, exhausted.

“Iya, well done at home and with the work.”

“Welcome back. You have returned?”

“Yes, wallahi. Allah brought us back safely.”

“Masha Allah,” Iya said, continuing her work.

He leaned back and asked,

“Iya, where is Ladidi? Today your work has delayed this much. Has she gone out again on
her usual wandering?”

Iya sighed.

“She just left now. Did you not see her? She went out as you were entering.”

Dalha clicked his tongue angrily.

“So this girl does not listen, Iya?”

Iya replied,

“What can you do? Just keep praying for her. It is youthful stubbornness disturbing her.”

Dalha said,

“Iya, my greatest pain with her is her lack of self-control and how she jokes with boys
at the village square. There is no foolishness she does not do there.”

Iya said,

“What exactly can you do, Dalha? I do not like how you put pressure on her. I know
everything she does is because of youth. One day, she will stop.”

He became silent and stopped tiring his mouth because he knew that no matter what he
said, Iya would defend Ladidi. All of Ladidi’s mischief was supported by Iya.

Dalha stood, took a kettle, and went outside to perform ablution.

Ladidi At The Village Square

They were sitting under a large mango tree. There were about nine or ten of them, all
gathered around Ladidi as their leader. They had stretched out their legs, playing the
game called “Nanje na gidan gona.” Whenever someone was caught, they would burst into
laughter, even rolling on the ground.

They shouted,

“Ladidiya, please let it land on me now. Let us see who they will beat with fart-dust.”

“Stop! Stop and listen! Stop and listen!”

Ladidi said this loudly.

Everyone became quiet and listened to her.

But the itching on her head interrupted what she wanted to say. She removed her headscarf
and threw it on the ground, then placed both hands on her head and scratched heavily,
closing her eyes with pleasure. She truly enjoyed scratching.

The children kept silent. Everyone was afraid to laugh because she might beat them. She
spent more than five minutes scratching her head before removing her hands and looking
at them with a frown.

She had completely forgotten what she wanted to say because whenever she scratched her
head, she forgot everything.

She wanted to see if anyone among them would laugh at her, but all of them stayed calm.

Without tying her headscarf back, she said,

“Do you know what?”

Together they answered,

“No, until you tell us.”

She burst into laughter.

“Wallahi, whoever the last turn lands on will be treated as if they farted. We will
shout at that person and follow her all the way home. Do you agree?”

They shouted,

“We agree! We agree!”

“Then everyone stretch out your feet. We will start again.”

They stretched out their feet. She began counting. Whoever was out moved aside happily.
In the end, only Murja and Indo remained. Both looked frightened.

Ladidi laughed wickedly at them.

The final count landed on Indo’s foot. Indo jumped up happily. Murja quickly stood to
run, but Ladidi tripped her, and she fell.

They all began shouting,

“Murja with smelly trousers! Murja who smells of fart! Beat her with fart-dust! Beat her
with fart-dust!”

They pushed Murja while shouting and dragging her legs. Ladidi’s voice was louder than
everyone else’s.

The attention of the meat sellers, fura sellers, and everyone selling in the area turned
toward them.

Mutari the meat seller said,

“This girl will never let us rest, wallahi. She is always the leader.”

Haliru the fura and milk seller angrily headed toward them.

“Let me go and deal with them.”

When he got there, he raised his voice and said,

“You, daughter of Mai Koko’s house! I will deal with you if you do not take your gang
away from this place. Did someone tell you everyone is mad like you?”

They became silent after hearing what Haliru said.

Ladidi fixed her eyes on him, feeling the pain of the insult he had thrown at her. But
she knew what she would do to him.

Seeing that the children had stopped dragging Murja, Murja stood quickly to run. Ladidi
grabbed her again and shouted,

“Murja with smelly trousers! Murja who smells of fart!”

The others continued the shouting. The place became noisy again.

Haliru complained until he became tired, then gave up and left because they did not even
listen to him.

They chased Murja home with shouting and head-knocking. She cried bitterly.

After that, Ladidi ordered everyone to go home, while she returned to the village square
to carry out her plan against Haliru. As far as she was concerned, as long as she was
alive, nobody could insult her parents without facing punishment.

She went behind the wall where the sellers sat. The place was full of rough holes and
dust. She climbed the wall, crossed over, and crouched down quietly. She gathered plenty
of soil and untied her wrapper, placing the dirt inside it.

Then she went toward where the sellers were. Haliru was speaking with a sugarcane seller,
while Mutari the meat seller was busy attending to customers.

Quickly, Ladidi opened the large container full of fura milk and poured all the dirt she
had gathered into it. Without even tying her wrapper properly, she left the place like
lightning.

Haliru returned quickly, holding a drinking bowl and nylon bags. Some young men followed
him. He opened the milk container, put his large ladle inside, and began stirring. Then
he felt small stones and sand inside.

He shouted in shock and quickly brought out his torch from his pocket to check. The milk
had changed color. It had turned reddish with dirt.

He looked at Mutari the meat seller, who was busy selling to customers, and shouted,

“Mutari!”

Ladidin Kwadage Book 1 Novel Details

• Novel Title: Ladidin Kwadage Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
• Category: Complete Hausa Novels
• Language: English Translation
• Main Character: Ladidi / Ladidiya
• Other Characters: Iya Mai Koko, Dalha, Alawiyya, Habiba, Harisu, Lado, Haliru, Mutari, Murja, Indo
• Main Themes: Village comedy, orphanhood, stubbornness, childhood mischief, insults, revenge, guardianship, and community drama
• Setting: A Hausa village, Qur’anic school route, Iya Mai Koko’s house, and the village square

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Why You Should Read Ladidin Kwadage Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Ladidin Kwadage Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel is perfect for readers who
enjoy funny Hausa village stories filled with stubborn characters, street drama,
childhood fights, comedy, and emotional background.

Ladidi is not just troublesome; she is also an orphan who feels mocked because she has
no parents to defend her. This makes the story both funny and emotional, with a strong
village-life flavor.

Frequently Asked Questions About Ladidin Kwadage Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

What is Ladidin Kwadage Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel about?

Ladidin Kwadage Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel is about Ladidi, a stubborn
orphan girl who fights anyone who mocks her and causes drama throughout her village.

Who is Ladidi in Ladidin Kwadage?

Ladidi is the main character. She is fearless, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and known for
beating anyone who insults her or mocks her condition.

Why do the children mock Ladidi?

The children mock Ladidi by calling her “Ladidiya mai kwarkwata,” meaning Ladidi with
lice, because she often scratches her head.

Who is Iya Mai Koko?

Iya Mai Koko is Ladidi’s grandmother and guardian. She sells koko and often protects
Ladidi, even when people bring complaints about her behavior.

What kind of story is Ladidin Kwadage?

It is a funny and dramatic Hausa village story with themes of mischief, orphanhood,
stubbornness, community trouble, and emotional survival.

Is this an English translation of Ladidin Kwadage Book 1?

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