Uwani Yar Kashin Gwuiwa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Uwani Yar Kashin Gwiwa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel 
With heartbreak written across his face, Baba Isuhu sat quietly as twin tears streamed down his cheeks. His gaze shifted to the little charm—“Mai Sunan Malam”—which Lami clutched tightly in her hand. In a voice trembling with emotion, he pleaded, “Mai Sunan Malam, I can't bear to part with you. Please, Lami, don’t torment my soul by leaving me.”
He glanced sorrowfully at Lami’s tied bundle, the sign of her imminent departure, and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt before continuing in a low, pleading voice.
“Lami, do you know how deeply I love and cherish you? Do you want to turn me into a helpless man? If you're going back to your family, then take me with you. I’d rather embrace madness than live without you.”
He clutched her hand and the charm, pulling both into his chest and broke into sobs.
Lami Stands Her Ground
Still, Lami remained unmoved. “Isuhu, nothing can stop me from leaving tonight. I already told Goggo Sala we’re not spending another hour in this house. I'm tired of the suffering. Imagine, since our first child was born, we haven’t tasted meat in days. Not even chicken—let alone goat or mutton!”
Her voice rose in frustration. “Shame on you, Isuhu. By now I should have known what marriage with Isa the suya-seller would be like. At least with him, I’d eat meat until I’m full!”
Isuhu quickly interrupted, “What did Isa do now, Lami? Don’t forget who I am—Isuhu of Lamisuwa, the man who commands naira like a general!”
Lami scoffed. “What naira? Since our firstborn, there hasn’t been a single piece of meat in this house. You expect me to keep pretending? Never!”
A Bold Promise
Isuhu, hurt but determined, raised his hand dramatically. “I am Isuhu of Lamisuwa—the man who defeated warriors to win your heart!”
Trying to shift the mood, he smiled and asked, “Where’s Lami?”
“I’m right here,” she replied.
“Then tonight, not tomorrow, I’ll slaughter a goat for you.” He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “I’ll cook a feast just for you tonight.”
Lami’s eyes lit up. “A whole goat?”
“Hush!” Isuhu warned. “Do you want the neighbors to hear and ruin the surprise?”
Lami giggled in excitement. “Now I understand you, Isuhullena. May God bless you! Just make sure that troublesome girl doesn’t catch you when you take the goat.”
“Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I’ll move like a shadow in the night. You just sit back and enjoy the show.”
The Interruption
Just then, Goggo Sala shouted from outside. “Lami! Let’s go! You’ve kept me waiting, and you know I hate delays. No woman should stay with a man like yours during postpartum!”
Lami cut her off quickly. “Goggo, come inside. We’ve already settled everything.”
Goggo stared in disbelief. “Wait, are you serious?”
Lami nodded, beaming with pride.
“Ah, if that’s the case, then this is true prosperity. Even I, your aunt, wouldn’t mind a taste of that feast. You know me—I love my share of fatty meat!”
Lami walked ahead, her head high, feeling like a queen. If she truly ate meat that night, her status would surely rise among her rivals.
Night Mischief
Meanwhile, deep into the night, young Uwani awoke urgently. “Dada, please wake up. I need to pee.”
Dada groaned. “Uwani, I blame Dijen Iro for spoiling you. You’ve been waking me since you were in diapers! One day, you’ll answer for disturbing my sleep.”
“But Dada,” Uwani whispered. “I hear something strange—it sounds like one of the goats is crying.”
Dada ignored her. “Even if Umaru rose from the grave, I wouldn’t leave this room. Go by yourself!”
Disappointed, Uwani grabbed a water container and stepped outside alone.
The Goat Thief
Meanwhile, Baba Isuhu tiptoed quietly through the dark. His destination: Uwani’s goat pen. He mimicked Uwani’s voice, whispering softly, “Uwar Garke, let’s go eat some food.”
The goat didn’t move. Gently, he grabbed her and began dragging her slowly toward the fence. Just as he neared the edge, he paused—he heard a sound. His heart raced, terrified the goat would cry and give him away.
Peeking around the corner, he saw Uwani walking with her water container. She passed without noticing him. He exhaled in relief.
Waiting near the fence was the village chief, Talle.
“Isuhu!” he whispered. “What’s taking so long? If someone sees us, our secret is finished.”
“It’s not easy,” Isuhu murmured. “There’s security everywhere. But here—take her.”
Talle moved closer. Isuhu lifted the goat, but in the effort, let out a loud fart.
Caught in the Act
Uwani heard it clearly and smirked. “With a fart like that, even the goats must be dreaming well.”
She moved toward the pen to check on the animals, but to her horror, the prized goat—Uwar Garke—was gone!
Just then, she spotted Baba Isuhu handing the goat to a man who jumped on a motorbike. Another masked figure joined him, and the bike sped off.
Panicking, Uwani leapt over the fence, wailing, “Oh no! My precious goat!”
She raced back to her grandmother in tears. Meanwhile, Baba Isuhu rushed back into the house.
The Aftermath
Inside, Lami waited eagerly. “So, Isuhullena, did everything go well?”
Isuhu, breathless and sweating, nodded. “Yes, but we need to cook fast before someone notices anything.”