Alhamdulillah, by God’s grace I bring you my new novel KASUWANCI NA. I hope you’ll follow me and see how it unfolds. May God make us grow closer to one another, bless it, enlighten it, and entertain you. I’m very grateful to my fans, my novel readers, those who comment—especially AsmaBaffa fans club, Taskar Fiddausi Sodangi, and House of Hausa Novels. I send you all thousands of greetings and thank you for your comments.
I hope you will continue commenting regularly because your comments guide me as a writer to give you something enjoyable and meaningful. If there’s no commentary, things don’t go well. Please keep commenting — fans enjoy it, especially the group people. There are many groups that don’t comment or say “thanks” and they won’t be posted to; they go quiet until the day there is no post, then they start asking for the next chapter. For every group that never even says “hi,” I will stop posting to them — I’ve tried this once or twice and it works; they feel it too. 🤣🤣
This first page is dedicated to you, my sweet friend Flower.
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I was scattering the money I earned from selling akara (bean cakes). It’s not a lot, but out of every ten coins sometimes five or even twenty (kobo?) — I was putting them together. My younger sister kept calling, “Meenat, aren’t you coming out?” so I went in and scolded her. But Ammah (mother) heard my voice from beside her while she was lying on the small mat and said, “Oh Mufeeda, don’t call her that — she’s a fragile child; please lift her up. You should realize those children (her daughters) are still small and need help.” But you see, I’ve been waiting a long time for them to go to Islamic school and for them to go out to sell awara (fried bean cake). They’re supposed to come tomorrow and pester us for break money, so I said gently, “Please understand, I’m not well.” “No, you’re everything to them — you are their mother, father, you are everything to us, Mufeeda.” My heart softened and I said, “Alright, I’ll stop. Forgive me
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