Wani Gari Khadeejah Candy Complete Hausa Novel

The Sacred Dance of Waira
 
She moved backward, slightly staggering as if she might fall, then surged forward, raising her right leg — adorned in gleaming white cowries — and stomped it into the soft mud of the rain-soaked earth. Her arms shot skyward, clapping the wooden clappers in her hands, the loud cracks echoing as she began to rotate her hips. The cowries tied around her waist jingled with every movement. The crowd erupted into applause, drums pounding, a rhythm unique to their land.
 
A narrow ceremonial flute began to play among the drummers. Its haunting melody lulled even the sternest hearts — including the King of Garuk and his council. This flute, known only to Garuk, was created by Eid, a master of sacred magic. Only he and his sister, Waira, could play it, and even imitating it was forbidden.
 
The flute infused Waira with strength. Her hips swayed with fluidity that defied bone or joint. Rain washed the dirt from her skin, revealing the sheen of oil tied around her waist and a large leaf modestly covering her growing chest. Her hair, wild and long, flowed down her back. Her jewelry — tiny bird-head earrings and a serpent-head necklace — glistened in the rain.
 
The Ritual Day
 
This wasn’t just any day; it was the sacred festival of Garuk, a once-a-year ritual dedicated to their deity. This year, like the last, Waira was chosen to perform the dance, an honor granted only to the most spiritually aligned girl of the kingdom. Her mastery of movement, in sync with the sacred flute, made her the perfect vessel.
 
This was also the only day in the year Waira bathed. The people of Garuk believed that water should only touch the body during this sacred festival — especially for one as spiritually important as Waira. Dirt and sweat were badges of spiritual power.
 
Who Is Waira?
 
Waira, a 14-year-old beauty, was the only child of the High Priest of Garuk and granddaughter of the former high priest. As the sole heir to the sorcery lineage, she was being trained to inherit her family’s powers. Despite her beauty — pale skin hidden under layers of dirt, and thick, matted hair — she was infamous for her extreme hatred for bathing.
 
Her mystical lineage allowed her to possess strange abilities: she could understand unspoken thoughts, sense past events, and read auras. These gifts made her revered, feared, and immensely popular. But no man dared approach her — not while her cousin Eid was around. His presence was a warning: Waira was untouchable.
 
Life in Garuk
 
Garuk was a place untouched by modernity. People rode animals instead of cars, wore tribal clothes, and followed ancient customs. They lived by sorcery — not witchcraft, but a sacred, generational power system. Outsiders were not welcomed unless approved by the king, and marrying into or out of Garuk’s bloodline was forbidden.
 
Waira, by decree, could not leave Garuk without losing her life. Her freedom was restricted after she began climbing trees and exploring forbidden grounds. Even now, she barely understood any language other than Garuk’s native “Gurtuk,” though her spiritual abilities allowed her to grasp meanings beyond language.
 
Eid and the Lineage Curse
 
Her cousin Eid, the only one allowed to play the sacred flute, had traveled far beyond Garuk, but returned always, tied to the land’s spiritual demands. Their family lineage carried a mysterious fate: each heir was born alone, destined to die once their successor was found — as had Waira’s parents and grandfather.
 
MALEEK POV — A Boy Who Hated Women
 
Downstairs, Maleek stormed into the living room, his anger visible. His mother, Ummi, quickly stood from her husband’s side, anticipating her son’s rage.
 
“I’m sorry, I sent her to clean your room,” she explained softly.
 
His face twisted. “Why was she wearing perfume? Why lipstick on my mirror? You all know how I hate anything related to women!”
 
Ummi tried to calm him, but Maleek’s father, Abiey, intervened.
 
“Son, go outside and breathe. I’ll have your room cleaned.”
 
“Thank you, Abiey,” Maleek muttered, walking off.
 
Ummi turned to her husband, tears in her eyes.
 
“I’m tired of this. It’s too much!”
 
Abiey hugged her. “He was created that way. He just… doesn’t like women.”
 
“Or maybe it’s a curse… or a jinn… or punishment?” she whispered.
 
But Abiey dismissed those thoughts. “He’ll change one day. You just need to be patient.”
 
The Mystery of Maleek
 
Maleek was born different. Since childhood, he hated women — not out of trauma, but seemingly from nature. He avoided women entirely: their scents, voices, and presence unsettled him. He couldn’t share a room, a conversation, or even eat with his mother or sisters.
 
Only his father and younger brother could comfort him. Despite this, he was a handsome, clean, and intelligent man, and ironically, women were obsessed with him.
 
He never stopped praying to be cured of this curse. Sometimes, he’d try to push past the hatred, but the moment he heard a woman’s voice or saw her, disgust overwhelmed him.
 
His mother suffered most. While his father accepted him as he was, Ummi was heartbroken by her son’s isolation. She watched him grow into a man incapable of sharing affection with any woman — not even her.
 
AMEER POV — The Flute Player
 
Ameer turned, sensing eyes on him. His mother stood behind, smiling.
 
“I didn’t want to disturb your flute,” she said.
 
He grinned and set it down. “Thanks, Mom.”
 
“You’re so good at it,” she said, impressed. “Where did you learn?”
 
He just chuckled and brushed it off. Then she reminded him:
 
“Your father’s waiting in the lounge.”
 
He walked toward the mansion’s grand room, greeted by the scent of luxury. He placed his flute in a special box, removed his clothes, and slid them into an automatic cleaner. Even his room was pristine — a place so spotless it sparkled.
 
After showering, he dressed in elegant casuals, doused himself in expensive cologne, and stepped out, smelling like royalty.
 
Closing Thoughts
 
The world of Waira, Maleek, and Ameer is one of mystery, tradition, and inner battles. Waira lives for a legacy older than time, tied to bloodlines, spirits, and ancient rites. Maleek, though modern and privileged, fights a war within — against something he doesn’t understand. And Ameer? Perhaps he is the bridge between these two worlds, playing a flute that connects spirit and soul.
 
In this tale, the past and the present collide, revealing how deeply culture, bloodline, and the unseen shape destinies.