Cin Dunduniya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

From the very first time Mama called me, I heard her, but I remained curled up on the bed, feeling too lazy and annoyed to get up. I mean, it was only six o’clock in the morning. Honestly, I hate waking up that early just to get to school and end up being the first person in class like some lonely ghost.
“Zunairah, I know you can hear me. Please don’t make me bring out the cane because I will seriously beat you.”
The sound of Mama’s voice and the fact that she was already walking toward my room made me quickly sit upright just as she entered.
I stretched lazily with a smile on my face before saying, “Good morning Mama.”
“If I hadn’t greeted you already, would you see me awake and preparing breakfast for all of you? Please my friend, get up and prepare for school. You know your section isn’t the same as Adavize’s, but you and Ometere should go there and study. Just make sure you don’t make me keep Auta waiting because of lateness. Hurry up and come eat with us.”
She said that while turning to leave the room.
“Mama, my name is not Ometere. Yesterday I came home with my friends and you called me Ometere. They laughed at me so much. I’m sure everyone in school will start calling me Ometere now. My name is Hauwa’u please, or at least call me Jiddoh. You never stop Aunty Zunairah from liking her Ohunene name, only Baba complains.”
My younger sister Hauwa, who was standing at the door already dressed in her school uniform, said that.
Pulling my towel closer, I replied, “At least now we know who is angry. Little girl, no matter where someone goes, their language is their identity. Me, I’m proud of my language. In fact, if people stopped calling me Zunairah and only called me Ohunene, I would love it. Either way, both names are beautiful.”
“Wait, Zunairah, you haven’t even bathed yet?” Mama asked, completely ignoring Hauwa’u’s complaints.
Before she could continue, I rushed into the bathroom saying, “Mama, my bath won’t take long.”
“Just hurry up before we finish all the food,” Hauwa’u shouted.
I could hear them leaving while I started bathing. That was basically our normal morning routine whenever school was involved.
I dressed in my school uniform, a green pinafore with a white long sleeve shirt and my small white hijab.
When I came out, Hauwa’u and Muhammad Adavize were already seated waiting for me so we could eat together. Hauwa’u’s lips were stretched with annoyance because Mama had refused to let them eat until I joined them.
That was simply how things worked in our house. Nobody started eating until everyone was present. We always ate together, including Baba and Mama. We were already used to it, and whenever one person was absent it always felt strange.
I sat on the mat beside them and poked Hauwa’u on the thigh teasingly.
“Ometere, my lovely younger sister.”
Annoyed, she replied, “Mama, can you hear her? Please tell her I don’t like it.”
“Well, that’s what happens when you reject your identity,” Baba said while coming out of his room and sitting beside Mama.
“I never rejected it, Baba. I didn’t say I hated Hauwa’u. But now I have Hauwa’u and Ometere together. Honestly, I’m finished.”
Nobody paid attention to me again.
We all said Bismillah and started eating Mama’s delicious jollof spaghetti, each person with a cup of Lipton tea filled with sweet spices and milk.
After eating, we all stood up to prepare for school because Mama hated lateness.
I looked at Baba and asked, “So Baba, they still haven’t fixed your car yet? Honestly, I swear nobody enters our school road except keke riders.”