Yoruba Tribe Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Mebo felt his body press too close to hers. Panic rushed through her veins as she struggled to free herself from his grip. Her breath trembled.
“Stop touching me! Who are you? If my mother sees this, she will kill you — please, don’t touch me again!” she cried, her voice shaking.
But he wasn’t listening. His body trembled strangely, as if he were battling something inside himself. His breathing grew heavy, uncontrolled. Fear flashed across Mebo’s face. She gathered all her strength and pushed him away violently. He stumbled and fell to the side.
Without waiting, she grabbed her wrapper and rushed out of the hut in confusion.
He tried to rise and follow her, but he was too weak. Instead, he collapsed to the floor, clutching his stomach as if something inside him was tearing him apart. His breathing became sharp and uneven.
Outside, Mebo ran behind the hut, her heart pounding wildly.
“Mebo, where is the sick man?” Eyabo asked in their language.
“He’s inside, Ma… I’m bringing something,” she replied quickly.
“Alright, hurry back. It’s getting late,” Eyabo said, glancing at Ahmad and the others, who looked worried.
Mebo forced a faint smile to calm them. “Don’t worry. Your brother will be fine. He will soon be relieved of what is troubling him.”
The young men rushed inside the hut.
Meanwhile, Mebo hid behind the trees, shaking. Tears rolled down her face as she covered her mouth to silence her sobs.
“What is happening to me? Why did he act like that? If Mother finds out, she will kill both of us…” she whispered in fear.
Inside the hut, Ahmad and Habeeb found Sultan lying face down, his body trembling.
“Innalillahi wa’inna ilaihi raji’un! Sultan, what happened to you?” they cried, lifting him carefully.
Through difficulty, Sultan whispered weakly, “Ahmad… I want to marry her… please help me…”
Ahmad’s eyes filled with tears. “Sultan, what are you saying? What happened to you?”
Before he could respond, Sultan groaned loudly, clutching his stomach again — and suddenly went still.
They screamed his name in panic.
Eyabo rushed in. Seeing him lying motionless while the boys cried over him, she quickly checked him. His body was stiff, burning with heat.
“Oh God… Mebo! Come quickly!” she shouted.
Mebo hurried back inside.
“He must be treated immediately,” Eyabo said urgently. “Go and find medicine — anywhere you can.”
“I’ll go now,” Eyabo decided, rushing out to look for help.
As soon as she left, Mebo wiped her tears and turned back toward the hut. She had sent her mother away on purpose. She knew what was happening to Sultan — and she knew she might be the only one who could calm whatever storm was raging inside him.
But helping him carried danger. If her mother returned and misunderstood the situation, disaster would follow.
She entered the hut again.
“Where are you taking him?” she asked sharply as Ahmad and Habeeb lifted Sultan.
“To the hospital!” Ahmad snapped angrily. “You did something to him!”
“Stop!” she shouted. “You don’t understand what’s wrong with him. No hospital can help unless the real cause is addressed.”
They froze.
Her voice softened, though tears continued to fall. “He isn’t possessed. He isn’t cursed. He’s been holding something inside for too long. His body reacted violently. When I touched him earlier, it triggered everything. That shock caused him to collapse.”
The boys stared at her in stunned silence.
“If you don’t calm him properly, it could cost him his life,” she said quietly. “I sent Mother away so she wouldn’t misunderstand. I was trying to help him.”
The anger in Ahmad’s eyes faded into guilt.
“Please… forgive us,” he said softly. “We didn’t know.”
Mebo wiped her tears and looked at Sultan lying helplessly on the mat.
Now the real test had begun.