Wani Gari Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She leaned backward, bending as if she were about to fall, but then she surged forward while raising her right leg up—a leg adorned with white cowrie shells—and stamped it onto the ground into the mud of the falling rainwater. She stretched both of her hands upward, separated the sticks in her hands, and struck them together forcefully until they made a loud sound. Then, she began to gyrate her hips, causing the cowrie shells tied around her waist to start rattling. Instantly, the men and women at the gathering began to clap, and those with wooden drums beat them, while she closed her eyes, dancing the traditional dance that had become a custom performed only once a year.
A slender sound of a flute began to rise from among the men beating the drums. Instantly, everyone began to sway their heads, for it was a flute melody that brought peace, joy, and delight to the heart of anyone listening to it, including the King of Garuk town, his royal council members, and his courtiers. It was a flute melody that could never be heard anywhere else in the world except in the town of Garuk. Even within the town, no one else knew how to manipulate their tongue and breath to play that flute except Waira and her brother Eid. It was a flute melody that Eid had created with intense magical power, such that no one could play it except him and his younger sister Waira, and she could only do so because he had permitted her. It was a flute melody that was forbidden for the townspeople to even attempt to imitate, let alone try to play.
The flute music gave her more energy and strength to perform her dance. The way she bent and twisted her hips, one would swear by God that there was not a single bone in her body. The falling rainwater kept washing away the dirt and intense grime on her body, for only a leather loincloth was tied around her waist, and a large leaf was tied across her chest to cover her breasts, which were now growing. Between her knees to her feet was bare, and her navel was also exposed. She had let down her thick hair, which flowed down almost to her buttocks. Her ears were adorned with earrings made of a small skull of a tiny bird, just as her neck was adorned with a necklace made of a snake's skull.
Today was a special day, not only for the townspeople but also for the daughter of the chief of sorcerers and the granddaughter of the chief of sorcerers of Garuk town, namely Waira. Today was a day they set aside to celebrate their deity and worship it throughout the day until the time came for this dance that Waira was performing. In the custom of the townspeople, they worshiped their deity only once a year. By the rules of the festival every year, there was a specific type of girl chosen and given the opportunity to dance at the festival. This year, Waira was chosen just as she had been chosen last year, because of her expertise and how she could follow the rhythm of the flute, moving her body like a chameleon. It was only on a day like this that Waira bathed; it was only on a day like this that she rid her body of all the dirt and filth that had lived on her body for a year. That is to say, Waira bathed only once a year!
Waira was a young girl of about fourteen years old, the only daughter of the chief of sorcerers of Garuk town, the only granddaughter of the chief of sorcerers of Garuk town, and the sole heir to the throne of the queen of sorcerers of Garuk town.