Yoruba Tribe Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Kuburah’s Tears and Her Grandmother’s Concern
She wept bitterly in front of her elderly grandmother, her voice heavy with pain. Anyone listening could tell she had cried a lot before coming. After thanking God, she said,
“Inno, wallahi I am tired of Yaa Sultan’s behavior. I don’t know what he wants me to do. I don’t want to go and throw myself into destruction, that’s why I chose to inform you. If it’s a problem, then let the marriage be dissolved, because truly I am tired. It has been almost three years since we got married. If it’s because he doesn’t love me that he treats me this way, then I have given up on the marriage.”
She broke down again in fresh tears.
“Innalillahi wa’inna ilaihi raji’un. Today I see the power of Allah. So where is this Sultan now?” her grandmother asked.
“He’s there. I came alone.”
Her grandmother stared at her in shock. “You came all the way from that country alone? Have you lost your mind? Although it’s not really your fault, it’s Sultan’s fault for allowing you to travel alone.”
“He doesn’t even know I came.”
“He doesn’t know? Since yesterday you’ve been in this country and he hasn’t looked for you?”
“I’m of no use to him. Why would he look for me?”
“Innalillahi wa’inna ilaihi raji’un. Truly there is a problem. Wipe your tears. Let your parents come, then I will know what to do, in sha Allah. Now get up and go eat.”
Kuburah stood up silently and left the parlor for the kitchen. Hajiya Inno sat there deep in thought, wondering what to do.
That night around 8:30 pm, her sitting room was filled with family members: Hajiya Umar (whom they called Baban Sama), Alhaji Sani (Abbey), and Alhaji Usman (Dady).
Hajiya Inno commanded, “I want you to call Sultan and tell him to come to Nigeria tomorrow. I need to see him, and this is an order. If he can travel around the world tomorrow, he can surely come here since he has his own jets. I don’t want excuses.”
“In sha Allah, Hajiya, we’ll call him now,” Dady replied calmly.
Angrily, Inno continued, “How can you marry a girl and for nearly three years she remains as she was? We blamed the girl for not conceiving, yet he hasn’t even taken the path that would allow pregnancy. Wallahi, he must come and explain to me.”
Alhaji Umar said angrily, “Be patient, Hajiya. We will teach that boy sense. Does he think we are playmates? If he didn’t want the marriage, he should have said so. I will show him we are not people to toy with.”
Alhaji Usman intervened, “Please let’s handle this calmly. Do we know his reason? What if he isn’t healthy? How can a healthy man marry and ignore his wife for three years just because he doesn’t love her? Even if he didn’t love her, something would have happened, even if followed by disgrace. I doubt everything is normal with him. Besides this issue, does he mistreat her?”
Hajiya Inno replied, “No, she didn’t say he harms her. Sometimes she talks to him and he ignores her.”
Usman said, “Ignoring someone isn’t new for Sultan. We all know he can go three days without speaking to anyone. Let’s not rush. I will call him tomorrow, and when he comes, we will hear the truth.”
They all sighed before Inno concluded, “May Allah let us see tomorrow night in peace.”
“Ameen,” they all responded.
Mebo of Ondo State
Ondo State – Osom.
She walked slowly like a gentle wave. She was very young, not more than sixteen years old. She wore traditional Yoruba attire: a small ashoke blouse that barely covered her chest, stopping just above her navel. From below, she tied a wrapper around her hips, leaving her full thighs exposed. Her hips were wide and striking.
Her face was stunning — a glowing black beauty with captivating features. Her natural hair flowed richly. Every step she took swayed her body gracefully.
After walking some distance, she reached a POS shop. The attendant smiled widely.
“Ah, look at Oduwa’s daughters!” he said, licking his lips foolishly.
She lifted her bright eyes and shot him a sharp glare before twisting her lips and saying in a sultry tone, “Ola, call my father.”
Her voice sent shivers through him. If he wasn’t careful, he felt he might lose control before she left. He dialed her father’s number and handed her the phone.
“Hello, Dada,” she said softly.
“Hello, Mebo, is that you?”
“Yes, Dada.”
“Welcome, my Mebo. How is everyone? How is Eyabo?”
“They are fine, Dada. But Eyameri is sick again. The illness has worsened, and her medicine has finished. Eyabo asked me to inform you.”
“Oh no. Alright, when I get paid this month, I will send money so she can be taken to the city hospital.”
“Okay, bye Dada.”
“Bye, Mebo.”
She returned the phone. Ola was still staring at her chest, trembling slightly. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, dropped his fifty-naira fee, and walked away.
Ola stood there dazed, overwhelmed by feelings he struggled to control. By the time he regained his senses, she was already far ahead. Holding his chest, he muttered, “Mebo, one day you will kill me. If I don’t distance myself from you, I might lose control just holding you.”
He hurriedly closed his shop to go compose himself.