Bagidajiya 2 complete hausa novel by Haseena

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<p>Farouk couldn't hold back his frustration anymore. He grabbed his car keys and headed to the market to buy sugar cubes and a tightly packed lump of kola nuts. He had to park on the roadside and walk into the crowded market on foot.</p>
<p>As he navigated the muddy market, stepping into puddles left by traders performing ablutions, he grimaced with disgust. It took some effort before he found the kola nut sellers. Hastily, he pulled out a ₦1000 note and handed it to a woman selling kola nuts.</p>
<p>"Please, give these to those beggar children as charity," he said, pointing towards a group of alms-seeking children.</p>
<p>What followed was chaos. The children surged toward him, trampling over his freshly polished shoes in the process. With great difficulty, he extricated himself from the crowd, leaving the market in a foul mood. His irritation was so intense that he abandoned the rest of the shopping list and returned home.</p>
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<p>Indo, on the other hand, was in her room, her mood as bright as Eid morning. She carefully powdered her face, applying a heavy layer of bright red blush. She painted her lips stark black, topped them with a red lipstick coating, and completed the look with mismatched eyebrow liner, creating a comically exaggerated expression.</p>
<p>Farouk entered the house just as she settled in the living room, posing theatrically on the couch, one leg crossed over the other.</p>
<p>Hassana and Hussaina, watching a movie nearby, promptly dispersed—they knew trouble was inevitable in minutes. When Farouk walked in and caught sight of Indo, he instinctively stepped back, muttering every prayer he knew under his breath.</p>
<p>"Wa'innahu sulaimanu… la ilaha illallah!" he stammered, convinced her makeup was some form of sorcery.</p>
<p>Indo burst into laughter, her voice rising as she declared, "Oh, my honey! Indo the magnificent is here. Gaze upon my unmatched beauty, for I am a queen with charms untold!"</p>
<p>Farouk fled the house in panic. At the gate, he collided with Baba the gardener, sending both sprawling. Baba, who believed he had encountered death itself, began reciting his final prayers in anguish. Meanwhile, Farouk, barely sparing him a glance, climbed into his car and drove off in haste to complete Indo’s remaining shopping.</p>
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<p>Back at the house, Indo had taken over the living room again, lounging comfortably while the twins whispered among themselves.</p>
<p>"Hassana," Hussaina said, "I swear it's Indo's mischief. There's no witchcraft involved. I'll talk to Yaya Farouk when he returns."</p>
<p>When Farouk came back, Hussaina shared her suspicions, recounting Indo's antics in vivid detail. This lit a fire in Farouk, and he stormed to Indo’s room, belt in hand.</p>
<p>Indo lay sprawled on the floor, her stomach bloated from overeating. Without warning, Farouk unleashed his fury, disciplining her with the belt until he was out of breath. Indo, however, only groaned and whimpered; not once did she cry out, lest she ruin her plans.</p>
<p>Farouk left in anger, muttering about how inexplicable Indo's behavior was.</p>
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<p>The antics continued over the following days. Indo, with her exaggerated dramatics, became a source of both irritation and hilarity for everyone. Farouk, exasperated but oddly entertained, turned to his friend Haidar for solace, sharing the increasingly ridiculous tales of Indo's behavior.</p>
<p>Despite the chaos, Dad paid special attention to Indo, taking her shopping personally and ensuring she was registered in the same school as the twins. Indo’s carefree attitude, however, remained unchanged, much to the frustration of her cousins.</p>
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<p>Life went on in this comedic household, with Indo always at the center of drama. Whether through her exaggerated makeup, her antics in school, or her talent for turning every reprimand into an opportunity for more chaos, Indo had a way of keeping everyone on their toes.</p>
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<p>Translation from Hausa to English:</p>
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<p>Today is Monday, and Indo is starting school. Hassana and Hussaina were the first to get ready in their uniforms with short skirts. They tidied up completely and then carried Indo's things to her room. She was sleeping peacefully.</p>
<p>Annoyed, Hussaina looked at her watch—it was 7:15 AM.</p>
<p>"Twiny, we’ll be late if we wait here. Look at the time; assembly starts at 7:30 AM. Honestly, I’m leaving now, even if it means taking a bike. It’s better than dawdling."</p>
<p>"Oh, sis, nothing will happen to us since today is our first day. Let’s just wake her up so we can go, have our break, and then she can hurry and get ready for the next time. What do you think?"</p>
<p>"You can go ahead and wake her up if you like. Let’s see if she’ll even budge," she said, storming out of the room. Hassana, on the other hand, gently woke Indo from her sleep. When Indo opened her eyes, she saw Hassana dressed in her uniform. In a rush, she sat up on the bed and started scrutinizing her.</p>
<p>"Wait a minute, Hassana, or is it Hussaina? Where are you going dressed like this? You look like someone heading to catch fish. You’ve plopped on that flat beret like a baker’s hat, and look at your shoes—they make you look like you're off to pound yams."</p>
<p>In a soft voice, Hassana replied, "Aunty Indo, didn’t Dad tell you yesterday that we’re starting school today? This is the uniform every proper student is expected to wear. Yours is even in the bag over there. Please get ready so we won’t be late."</p>
<p>"So, you and Hussaina are now bold enough to wear something like this? Walking around like this… truly, it’s the pride of men. Anyway, I’ve said my piece; wear your hijab next time."</p>
<p>"Please, Aunty, it's a necessity. Don’t you want to learn the language you heard us speaking with Uncle Umar? What did you even call those students?"</p>
<p>"Oh, you mean the ones you were calling 'Miss, Miss' the other day? Yeah, I want to learn it."</p>
<p>Hussaina called out to her from the dining area.</p>
<p>"Alright, hurry up so we can leave. Can’t you hear our mother calling us?"</p>
<p>Indo didn’t argue further. She went to the bathroom, performed ablution, and prayed. As she was applying lotion, Hassana walked in again. By now, it was almost eight o’clock. She found Indo applying bright red powder on her face and exclaimed in shock.</p>
<p>"Indo, are you okay? What’s with this excessive makeup? Is it because of fashion? Are you sick or something? Honestly, this looks like an illness. Otherwise, who puts on this much makeup for school? Also, there’s an overwhelming smell coming from your underarms, and your eyes are crusty from sleep. Please, for God’s sake, go and take a proper bath. The driver is waiting to take us to the market after dropping us off, so don’t waste anyone’s time."</p>
<p>"Don’t provoke me, you hear? After all this effort, you mean you don’t see anything good in my look? What’s wrong with my makeup? I only applied a bit of powder. Well, if that’s how it is, I might as well not go; I didn’t even get enough sleep anyway."</p>
<p>She stood up, put on a long pair of trousers, then layered her short school skirt over it, followed by her shirt. Finally, she slapped on a beret. Hassana just sat on the bed, observing her silently, her face showing signs of distress.</p>
<p>Thoughts raced through Hassana’s mind: <em>Is something wrong with Indo’s brain? Or is this just stubbornness?</em> Indo’s voice broke her train of thought.</p>
<p>"Alright, miss observer, if you’re done staring, let’s go—I’m ready."</p>
<p>Hassana reluctantly followed Indo downstairs, feeling tense as if something would go wrong.</p>
<p>"Indo, is your head okay? Hassana, can’t you fix her appearance? Is this how she’ll go to school?" Their mom asked as she arrived to join them for breakfast with their dad.</p>
<p>Hussaina, filled with frustration, said, "Mom, I can’t fix Indo. Honestly, her case is beyond me. Dad, please transfer her to another school, maybe even a public one."</p>
<p>Dad, trying to stifle laughter, said, "Why do you all like pressuring this young lady? Indo, go and remove those trousers underneath your uniform. But honestly, your style looks good, so don’t mind them too much."</p>
<p>"Alhaji, you’re embarrassing us. Please let’s not set a bad precedent," their mom interjected.</p>
<p>"I understand, but I’m telling you, pressuring her won’t change her behavior. You have to be patient with her. Hassana, good job for your effort today; keep it up."</p>
<p>Their mom chuckled, "If that’s improvement, then we have a long way to go."</p>
<p>Hussaina stormed out of the house, and Hassana followed her to the car. They sat silently until Indo finally joined them, and the driver set off.</p>
<p>The driver kept glancing at Indo through the mirror, sweat glistening on her nose and upper lip. She looked determined yet out of place.</p>
<p>When they arrived at school, everyone stared at them as they walked to the Vice Principal's office. After submitting their documents, they were taken to their classes. Indo entered with an air of confidence as though she were a queen.</p>
<p>The classroom, previously quiet and attentive, burst into noise when Indo stepped in. The teacher tried to calm everyone down but struggled to regain control.</p>
<p>Indo, unbothered, walked around and spotted a chubby girl sitting in the middle of the class. She marched to her desk, banged it hard, and ordered, "Get up! I want this chair."</p>
<p>The girl, startled, began to cry, and the teacher asked what was happening. Indo retorted, "Do you think I’m here to be managed like some charity case? Find me a proper chair that can carry my weight, or don’t bother teaching me."</p>
<p>The classroom was in chaos, and Indo became the center of attention. From that day on, her nickname became <em>Oga Senior</em>, a title she wore proudly.</p>
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