Mundo Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Chaos in the Fulani Settlement
Loud noise and shouting filled the entire settlement, echoing through the Fulani ruga. Many women peeped from the small mud houses behind their compound fences. Whenever such commotion broke out, it usually meant something was terribly wrong, and most of the time it was caused by a single person.
That was exactly the case today.
A group of men dressed in traditional Fulani garments made from cloth stood outside, creating chaos. From their aggressive movements alone, one could tell they had come ready for trouble. Their anger was obvious, and each of them carried a weapon, showing they were prepared to harm anyone who confronted them.
Some held hoes, others carried calabashes, while a few gripped cutlasses. The younger men among them held sticks, and one even raised a pot cover as a weapon. From their clothing and appearance alone, it was clear that they were Fulani men.
Three of them entered the compound. The women sitting in the courtyard quickly rushed into their huts, each searching for a hiding place. Just seeing the men in such a violent state was enough to tell anyone that danger had arrived.
They stopped in front of a small house built with mud and earth bricks. Their eyes burned with anger as they silently exchanged signals about how to attack their target. Without wasting time, they began striking the clay water pots outside the house. The pots shattered instantly, and water spilled onto the ground.
Then they rolled up their sleeves and started cutting down the wooden poles fixed to the building—poles that were usually used to tie goats or support the structure. They attacked the place as if they intended to destroy it completely. The compound was surrounded by huts that looked almost identical, a typical Fulani settlement.
The Frightened Girl
They moved to the front of one particular hut and began shouting a name.
“MUNDO!!”
Their voices roared as they repeatedly called the name, shouting as if they would tear their throats apart.
Inside the hut lay a young girl, about thirteen years old, sleeping heavily from exhaustion. The sudden shouting startled her awake. At first she thought the voices were part of a dream, but the intensity of the shouting forced her fully awake.
“MUNDO!!” they shouted again, even louder.
Terrified, she jumped down from the iron bed in her room and quickly crawled beneath it. Her body trembled violently. The cold ground beneath her made her shiver even more—it was the season of harmattan. The small vest she wore did little to protect her from the cold.
She curled herself tightly in one corner, covering her ears with both hands and squeezing her eyes shut.
This was not the first time such things had happened to her. But today felt different. Never before had she heard such terrifying noise.
When they shouted her name again, tears began streaming down her cheeks.
“Baffa… come so you can see me one last time. I’m sure they won’t leave me alive today,” she cried softly to herself, still trembling with fear.
One of the men shouted angrily from outside:
“Munɗo! If I enter this hut and you’re not outside, I will strike you once and send you to the grave, you cursed girl! It’s better we kill you so everyone can have peace.”
Hearing that, she crawled even further beneath the bed and pressed herself against the wall, shaking as if she had been thrown into ice.
The Old Woman’s Plea
An elderly woman ran toward the angry men and fell before them with her hands clasped together.
“Laddo, I beg you in the name of God, please have mercy. Let us talk first. This girl is not what you think she is,” she pleaded desperately.
She fell at the feet of the man she called Laddo.
Furious, Laddo raised his hoe as if he would strike her and shouted:
“Danejo! If you speak again, I swear I will send both you and your granddaughter to the grave! Just tell that cursed child to come and save my newborn daughter. If my child dies, then you can all say goodbye to this world.”
Danejo nearly prostrated herself before him and replied desperately,
“Laddo, I swear the girl did not come near your hut. It has been forty days since you stopped her from leaving the house after your wife gave birth…”
Before she could finish speaking, another man stepped forward holding a cutlass. She fell to the ground and closed her eyes in fear.
He glared at her and said,
“Shut your mouth, you hypocrite! Everyone knows your granddaughter is a witch. How many people has she already harmed in this settlement? She doesn’t even need to go anywhere—she can attack people from where she sits. Have you forgotten that three months ago she harmed my son? Today we will surely spill her blood.”
With that, they pushed Danejo aside and returned to the hut, striking the walls with their hoes.
Inside, Munɗo curled herself even tighter under the bed, crying helplessly and calling out for Baffa.
Laddo shouted again in rage:
“Munɗo! If I break this house and you’re not outside, I will kill you immediately!”
The young men around him cheered, believing it would be better to spill her blood so everyone could finally have peace.
Under the bed, the girl buried her head between her knees, covered her ears again, and wept silently.