Goyon Kaka Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A New Beginning and a Child’s Panic
In the name of Allah, and peace and blessings be upon the Messenger of Allah. All praise is due to Allah who has granted me the ability to begin a new book called Goyon Kaka. May Allah grant me success in starting it, amen.
She was a little girl, not more than eight years old. She ran into their house without greeting anyone and headed straight to the bathroom. What she had picked from inside her dress fell at the bathroom entrance—mangoes, it was obvious she had plucked them. Without any excuse, she pushed the bathroom door open because the urge to urinate had chased her there. She froze instantly at what she saw inside. Out of sheer fear, she wet herself, turned around in a full circle without even picking up the mangoes, and rushed into her grandmother’s room to hide. Allah helped her find a hiding place under the bed. At that moment, her grandmother was fast asleep, unaware of everything happening.
The person she had opened the bathroom door on was furious. He was bathing in a hurry and had no clothes on, and the embarrassment angered him deeply. He quickly finished bathing and came out, his mood completely ruined. He was a young man, not more than 22 years old. Without even entering his room, he went straight toward the grandmother’s room, shouting insults from the courtyard, calling out to her angrily, certain she was hiding the girl. He kept yelling that he would deal with the stubborn, shameless child who dared to peep at someone bathing. All this while, the grandmother heard nothing, lost in deep sleep.
Confrontation in the Grandmother’s Room
“Kaka! Kaka! Kaka!” he shouted loudly. She woke up in shock, startled by the noise, wondering if there had been an attack on the house. He clicked his tongue in anger and demanded to know where her devil-like granddaughter was. The grandmother frowned and warned him to mind himself, asking what the child had done to deserve such insults, especially when she was not even around.
He insisted she wouldn’t understand and demanded that the girl be brought out, swearing he would beat her that day. Under the bed, Islam trembled, wide-eyed, praying he wouldn’t see her. She knew the offense she had caused him was serious and feared he could even kill her—after all, everyone knew how wicked Aslam could be. The grandmother simply turned over and lay back down, saying she hadn’t seen Islam since the day she went out.
Aslam swore he was leaving that very week because the “devilish granddaughter” would give him high blood pressure. The grandmother warned him to hurry up and leave, greet Umma and Aysha for her, and never call Islam a demon again unless he refused to call her by her real name. Islam waited until she was sure Aslam had left before attempting to crawl out of her hiding place.
Mangoes, Mischief, and Family Tension
As Islam tried to come out, the grandmother heard movement under the bed and complained about rats, only to see Islam emerge with bulging eyes. Shocked, she asked when she had entered. Islam pouted and said she came in earlier. The grandmother questioned how she managed to anger Aslam so badly, and Islam explained—innocently—that she was returning from Malam Tanimu’s farm when the urge to urinate came suddenly, and she didn’t know Aslam was bathing. The grandmother burst into laughter, admitting she knew Islam must have wronged him somehow. Islam laughed too, swearing she didn’t do it on purpose.
Islam asked where Aslam was, saying she wanted to go to the river to fish with her friends. The grandmother replied that he had gone out of the house. Islam complained that Aslam always restricted her, chased away her friends, and stopped her from playing at night. As she prepared to leave, she remembered the mango she had taken after wrestling for it with Hanne, fearing Hanne would reclaim it if she saw it. She brought it to her grandmother, warning her not to eat it all. The grandmother teased her about mixing it with fermented locust beans, and they laughed together.
At the doorway, they ran into Aslam, who struck Islam sharply at the waist. She screamed in pain and ran outside crying. The grandmother rushed after her, nearly falling, and confronted Aslam. He smiled and claimed he had only scared the girl, which made her run. The grandmother jokingly encouraged him, then threatened to beat him herself. Suddenly, Malam Tanimu arrived, complaining about the damage Islam and her friends had done on his farm. The grandmother defended her granddaughter fiercely, accusing Malam Tanimu of stinginess over mangoes.
Eventually, Aslam had to beg Malam Tanimu and even paid him ₦2,000 to settle the matter. Back inside, Aslam accused the grandmother of spoiling the girl, while she dismissed his claims as lies. The argument escalated until Aslam declared he would send Islam back to her aunt, accusing the grandmother of poor upbringing. The grandmother snapped back angrily, reminding him she had raised even his father. Aslam apologized, said his farewells, packed his bag, and left—refusing even the food she offered, complaining it smelled bad, as he dragged his trolley bag away.