Sanadin Garkuwa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

It was a village located in Zumba town of Niger State.
 
A peaceful village blessed with comfort and prosperity. It was the kind of village where almost everyone could speak English, even those who had never attended school. This was because many years ago, when the white men came into Niger State to create electricity dams at Lumbu, they settled there for a long time. That was why even the elderly people in the village understood English. The village was mainly occupied by Gwarawa people, though there were also many settlers from different tribes like Igbo, Hausa, Yoruba, and others.
 
As I walked along, I noticed four stylish young men gathered inside an unfinished building. Two were seated while the other two stood nearby.
 
They were busy smoking cigarettes, and from the atmosphere it was obvious this was their usual hideout for smoking and other bad habits. However, one among them did not smoke at all; his cigarette simply hung behind his ear.
 
One of them looked at him and said,
 
“Dan Iya, honestly I really enjoyed yesterday’s show. The arena was completely filled up, and the girls were having fun everywhere.”
 
Before Dan Iya could respond, another one among them quickly said,
 
“You should leave that matter. All the girls in town belong to Dan Iya. Yet he does not even care about them. Wallahi if girls liked me that much, I would have really enjoyed myself.”
 
The third one added,
 
“Exactly! Even Jummalo, the village head’s daughter whom I have been trying to date for a long time, openly rejected me because of Dan Iya.”
 
Sule laughed and lightly punched Dan Iya playfully.
 
“My friend should enjoy himself jare,” he said.
 
Dan Iya hissed and replied,
 
“What will I do with those little girls? Wallahi they cannot handle my kind of problems. I prefer older women, women older than me. Even my dream girl is older than I am. Though I know she is not from this world, she visits me every night and we fall in love. I truly love her.”
 
The others burst into laughter.
 
Sule said jokingly,
 
“Maybe she is a spirit woman.”
 
Mudi added,
 
“It is possible. With this kind of beauty Dan Iya has, it is only natural he attracts spirits because he even looks like one himself.”
 
Dan Iya frowned slightly.
 
“So now you people are calling me a spirit?”
 
Musa laughed loudly while blowing smoke from his mouth.
 
“Come on, let us leave before Iya arrives. I know she must already be looking for you now.”
 
Dan Iya hissed again.
 
“Iya worries too much. Every day all she says is that I should learn a trade. Yesterday she even suggested I go and become a laborer.”
 
Sule replied,
 
“I honestly do not blame her. Look at us, we have no jobs. We just sit around uselessly without even helping ourselves or our parents.”
 
Mudi nodded.
 
“That is true. We really need to advise ourselves.”
 
Dan Iya waved it aside immediately.
 
“God forbid I become a laborer or do hard work only to suffer all day and be paid one thousand naira. I do not want small money. I want to become a billionaire.”
 
Musa replied,
 
“May Allah bring us the kind of work that will give us such money.”
 
He then hissed again.
 
“I still do not understand why parents like disturbing people too much.”
 
Dan Iya responded,
 
“You know they are afraid their children may go astray.”
 
Another voice interrupted jokingly,
 
“Except Dan Iya himself who actually wants to go astray.”
 
Just then, an elderly man approached them.
 
Immediately he arrived, he collapsed to the ground crying loudly.
 
“May Allah help Dan Iya, the man of justice!”
 
Mudi quickly asked,
 
“Baba Isa, what happened?”
 
Crying bitterly, the old man answered,
 
“The village head confiscated everything I harvested this year.”
 
Dan Iya immediately stood up angrily, clearly irritated by the village head’s behavior.
 
“For what reason?”
 
The old man replied,
 
“He said I failed to pay tax, so everything now belongs to him.”
 
Dan Iya asked,
 
“How many bags are we talking about?”
 
The old man answered,
 
“One bag of millet, three bags of rice, and some beans.”
 
Dan Iya smiled coldly.
 
“So despite all my warnings, he still refuses to stop his wickedness. I will teach him a lesson.”
 
Then he turned to the others and said,
 
“Follow me.”
 
He marched directly to the village head’s storage room, opened it, and personally brought out bags of food for Baba Isa — even more than what had originally been taken from him.
 
He then said,
 
“Carry these home, Baba Isa, and go feed your family.”
 
Baba Isa immediately fell to the ground in gratitude, thanking him repeatedly.
 
Dan Iya quickly lifted him up and said...