Lokaci Bai Kure Ba Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Dangerous Afternoon
 
It was around 3pm on a Saturday when Safeerah entered her chaotic neighborhood — a ghetto area bustling with people and activity. The air was thick with the noise of metalworkers hammering, perfume vendors calling out, tire sellers shouting, weed smokers lurking in corners, and mechanics repairing bikes. It was the kind of place where danger always seemed just a heartbeat away.
 
Safeerah walked briskly, sweat dripping from her face under the scorching sun. A strange tension filled the air. As she approached her street, she saw a group of men arranging tires and wooden planks — the kind of setup used for lynching. Her heart skipped. “Ya Allah, not again,” she muttered.
 
Safe Haven or Not?
 
She slipped through a narrow alley between two small face-to-face houses. Stopping in front of one, she changed her mind and entered the house opposite. A woman washing rice in the compound greeted her, “The nurse has returned.”
 
Safeerah, no older than 15, wore a white nursing trainee uniform and small white hijab. Her skin was light caramel, her features delicate — thick eyebrows, long lashes, pink lips, and big milky eyes that looked like they had been washed in cream.
 
She had just written her WAEC and was enrolled in an auxiliary nursing program on weekends by her father to keep her busy. The woman told her her mother had left for a hospital visit and left the house key on the fridge. She took the key, left the compound, and opened the door to her home across the street.
 
Fear in the Air
 
Their house was modest but clean. She passed the small living room with black leather chairs and walked into her bedroom. There was only a thin mattress, a few schoolbooks, and a newly added wardrobe from her mother. She began removing her school shoes when loud shouts from outside broke her peace.
 
“Burn him! Kill him! Set him on fire! They can’t take our livelihood and go free!”
 
Panic gripped her. This wasn’t unusual for the area — violence was common. The police barely bothered anymore. She froze mid-motion, then rushed to lock the door.
 
Before she could react, someone dashed into the house — a tall, blackened man, skin charred like coal, his left hand steaming like it had been burnt in fire. Blood trickled down his forehead. He looked like death.
 
Their eyes met. She froze.
 
He raised his hands weakly. “Please… help me.”
 
A Dangerous Decision
 
Footsteps thundered outside. Voices called, “He ran into this alley!”
 
Without thinking much more, Safeerah whispered, “Come.”
 
She led him quickly into her room and opened the empty wardrobe.
 
“Hide here.”
 
He nodded and climbed in. She shut it just in time.
 
Moments later, angry young men burst into her house. Safeerah, heart racing, pulled off her hijab and pretended to be undressing. She fumbled with her zip, exposing a black birthmark on her shoulder. The plan worked.
 
A rough voice pulled back her curtain. She screamed, “Mama!”
 
The man at the front cursed and barked, “You fools! She’s changing clothes! Fall back!”
 
They mumbled apologies and retreated. One of them, Anas — a familiar neighborhood troublemaker — smiled, recognizing her. “Just came back from school, Safeerah?”
 
She nodded shyly. “Yes, Ya Anas.”
 
He seemed satisfied. “No one entered this house?”
 
“No. I just came back and got the key from Mama Uwale. My parents are at the hospital.”
 
He believed her and led the boys away. Only then did Safeerah exhale.
 
Shelter in the Storm
 
Once the coast was clear, she locked the door securely and entered the room. Everything was a mess, with footprints and dust everywhere. She retrieved a cold water bottle from the freezer and returned to the wardrobe, where the burnt man was still hiding, barely breathing.
 
She handed him the cup of cold water. He drank gratefully, then gave it back. She fetched another round.
 
“Do you want food?” she asked quietly.
 
He shook his head at first but then told her to eat instead, as she must be hungry from school.
 
Still, she brought him a modest plate of jollof rice, spicy and simple — poor man's food. But he only stared at it.
 
“It’s hot. Eat. You must be hungry,” she urged.
 
Instead, he kept looking at his burnt hand, his face still bleeding.
 
“Did they start burning you already?” she asked gently.
 
He nodded.
 
“I’m sorry. Only God has the right to punish with fire, not humans. What did you do to them?”
 
He took a deep breath. “I hit someone with my car on the express road. I rushed him to the hospital, helped pay for his treatment. But when I asked for his address to take him home, I ended up in this trap. They attacked me. I think it was a setup. I’m not from here — I came for a government project.”
 
What Comes Next?
 
Safeerah listened silently, fear still clenching her chest. She didn’t know who this man really was, but she knew one thing: she had saved him, and that made her part of something dangerous.
 
Her mind was racing. What if they come back? What if they find him? What if he’s lying?
 
But deeper inside, she knew — letting them kill him would’ve been worse. And for a girl who had lived her whole life surrounded by fire and violence, this one act of mercy just might become the beginning of something else entirely.