Gidan Solo Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Around 8:00 PM, a massive clubhouse—one that had become notorious within Kano State—was buzzing with activity. It was a place that gathered a diverse crowd: wealthy and arrogant aristocratic women, lesbians, prostitutes, and drug abusers. As for the young men, it was beyond description, especially the sons of prominent figures and decision-makers in Nigeria. Music was blaring from every corner, so loud it felt as if it could bring the town down, and young girls were dancing vigorously as if there were no tomorrow. Soon, the DJ paused the music and announced into the microphone: "Alright people, here comes the one we've been waiting for. The youngest among them yet the biggest, a girl currently having her moment, a young girl with the appetite of adults—none other than IFUNANYAHH!" He spoke, raising his voice and drawing out the name with pure passion. Instantly, the venue erupted with screams and cheers, as people shouted her epithets out of deep obsession for the girl. The current uproar easily doubled the previous one, signaling that everyone was eager to see who was about to enter.
The DJ put on the kind of music he usually played whenever she was about to make an appearance: Igbo music, a rhythmic beat with a captivating melody that touches the soul. Upon hearing the music start, the crowd settled down, and everyone focused their attention on the area where she would enter the dance floor. She began entering the floor backwards, dancing in an Igbo style while shaking her massive, incredibly wide hips. Indeed, if I hadn't heard the DJ call her "youngest yet biggest," nothing would have stopped me from assuming the owner of these massive hips was a fully matured woman. She danced intensely, rolling her waist in a seductive manner that captivated anyone watching her; she would feign going down to the floor before pulling herself up again, teasing the crowd. Naturally, the venue erupted into a fresh wave of shouting and cheering as people praised her, especially the young men who felt an urge to grab her and satisfy the desire she aroused in them. Similarly, the women who were lesbians kept swallowing hard as they stared at this stunningly shaped girl.
She spun around smoothly within her dance routine, a beautiful smile playing on her face—a smile that almost made half the crowd faint because of the exquisite beauty God had blessed her with. She was a dark-skinned beauty, possessing the kind of genuine attractiveness that stirs passion in a heart. She stood straight, shaking her large, full breasts that tightly packed her chest. This allowed me to look her over properly to determine her age; she was indeed a young girl, likely no more than 16 or 17 years old, yet God had endowed her with the full physical features of a mature woman.
She continued her dance in the center of the floor with great skill. However, before she could make any prolonged movements, the dance floor became crowded with people showering her with money, acting as if they were willing to empty their bank accounts right there. They were so numerous that they restricted her from moving freely to dance as she pleased. This was a regular occurrence; whenever Ifunanya came out to dance, absolutely no one went home with a single dime left in their pockets.
A remarkably handsome, high-class young man stood up. A single glance at him would make you associate him with Arab heritage. With an air of arrogance and class, he pushed through the crowd while his friends cleared a path for him until he managed to reach her. He pulled a bundle of Euros from his pocket and showered them directly onto Ifunanya’s hips, which had entirely captivated his attention. Instantly, shouting and cheering erupted at the sight of the massive amount of money he had thrown. Those who recognized him immediately began chanting his epithets: "Irfan! Irfan! Irfan! The big boy, of royal and ruling blood, of genuine Arab descent, you are indeed a big boy!" They kept shouting and praising him in that manner.