Makaho Ne Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

He walked with calm, dignified steps, relying on the cane in his hand to navigate—a clear sign that he was blind and that the cane served as his guide. Black sunglasses rested on the bridge of his long, sharp nose, perfectly accentuating his handsome face. He was fair-complexioned, tall, and of medium build, though a single glance at his handsome face revealed he was not someone who smiled often or appeared easily approachable. He possessed a well-built structure and a commanding presence fitting of a complete man. He was dressed in a simple, affordable royal blue fabric—commonly known as yi shirunka maraya—and while the outfit clearly showed signs of wear, it was evident the young man was clean and tidy, as the clothes were spotless despite his lack of sight.

He was walking through the streets of an affluent neighborhood, made obvious by the smooth tarred roads crisscrossing the area and the grand, magnificently built houses lining them. The neighborhood was quiet, free from noise.

When he reached the front of a massive mansion, he stopped. He stood in silence for about two minutes before knocking on the huge gate of the house.

From inside, he heard the voice of Musa, the security guard, asking, "Who is there?"

Since he hadn't heard a car horn, Musa already knew that whoever was at the gate hadn't arrived in a vehicle and was likely a poor person.

Musa walked toward the gate, having just stepped out of the restroom, muttering to himself, "Whoever you are, you'll just have to turn back. The kind woman who had pity on the poor—the one you used to come see—has passed away; God has taken her life. The one left in this house wouldn't spare a thought for you even if you were dying, let alone help you."

As he opened the door and saw who was standing there, he asked, "Is it the blind man?"

The young man remained silent and offered no reply, so Musa spoke up again, "Well, starting today, you might as well stop coming. The woman you came to see, who used to help you—God has taken her life. Today marks fifty days since her passing. I assume you came to pay your condolences, even though it's a month after her death. Take my advice and leave before that ungrateful woman comes out and sees you. You know your benefactor has passed away, right?"

He began to grow annoyed with Musa's chatter, as he disliked unnecessary talk and noise, and Musa clearly didn't know how to speak softly. With a distant, aloof expression, he grimaced and made his way to step into the compound.