Dan Sarki 2Complete Hausa Novel

"Patience is Wealth" by Benaxir Omar
Hajara, a girl of about fourteen, wore a blouse and a wrapper, her attire mismatched, with a headscarf tied in a style called "I'm pitying myself." She was sweating and kept wiping her brow with the hem of her wrapper. Suddenly, she heard someone call her name.
"Hajjo! Hajjo!! Where are you?"
Startled and nervous, she replied, "I'm here, Inna."
Inna, grabbing her ear, scolded her harshly, "Didn't I tell you to bring in the clothes? They weren’t bought by your mother, were they? Go and fix them, and dry the ones that are wet!"
Hajara quickly complied without argument. She adjusted the drying clothes and collected the remaining ones, carrying them to the corner room. Her younger brother, Lamido, who was twelve, sat nearby with his head in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.
She sat beside him and wiped his tears. "Lamido, if you keep crying, do you want me to cry too? Mama wouldn't be happy with this if she were alive. Please stop crying, okay? Tell me what you'd like me to buy for you."
Before he could respond, Inna Lauje stormed in, shouting. "You’ll buy him something? With what money? Who do you think you are—his only sibling? Worthless children, both of you! Your father left me to deal with all this trouble. Get out of my sight!"
The children quietly left and sat on the mat in the porch area. Exhaustion overtook them, and they fell asleep there. By the time Inna returned, it was already evening. She woke them by pouring cold water on them.
"Wake up! Go fetch me water; this one is almost finished. Be quick, before your father comes home!"
They hurriedly stood up. She handed them buckets and sent them off. As they walked, Lamido, still half-asleep, struggled to keep up.
Hajara said, "Sit here and wait for me. You can nap a little while I fetch the water, okay?"
"No, let me come with you," he insisted.
She propped him up against a dry tree and covered him with her headscarf. "I'll be quick, I promise."
To be continued…
Scene 2: The River
In haste and stumbling along the way, Hajara reached the river. It was deserted except for the chirping birds, which added to her growing fear. She nervously drew water, losing some of it as she walked back. Upon returning, she found Lamido still dozing.
She gently woke him. "Lamido, wake up; it's late. Look, the streets are already empty."
He reluctantly got up, still drowsy. She carried her water container on her head and placed his on his. They walked home in the dark, with Lamido spilling water on himself along the way.
At home, they found Inna Lauje sitting on the porch with a stern look. Lamido, drenched, had wet his clothes, knowing what punishment awaited him.
Hajara set the water aside, but before they could explain, Inna grabbed both of them and beat them mercilessly, her rage palpable. Afterward, she locked them in the storage room, warning, "Don't you dare make a sound, or you'll regret it when I return!"
She left them crying in silence while she went to greet their father, Malam Habu, who had just returned with a bag in hand.
"Welcome back, my dear!" she greeted sweetly, accepting the bag from him.
Malam Habu smiled. "Lauje, your affection grows by the day."
She chuckled, helping him undress and handing him a drink. Then she served him food, making animated conversation.
"What about Lamido and Hajara? Have they eaten?" he asked.
Feigning sincerity, she replied, "Yes, they have. Lamido even fell asleep on the spot, and Hajara prayed and reviewed her lessons before going to bed."
"May God reward you for your care," he said, clearly pleased.
"Ameen, my dear husband. Please pray that I bear you children someday."
"I pray for you every day," he assured her.
Meanwhile, Hajara and Lamido were locked away, crying themselves to sleep. They hadn’t eaten, and their father was blissfully unaware of their plight.
This touching narrative paints a vivid picture of resilience, child neglect, and the harsh realities faced by Hajara and Lamido under Inna Lauje’s care. It intertwines themes of love, loss, and endurance amidst adversity. 
<h3>PATIENCE IS WEALTH by Benaxir Omar</h3>
The story unfolds with a relentless flow, never stopping, especially now. Young men in the village were raving about Hajjo. Every day, visitors would come to the courtyard to greet her, but Hajjo always had a ready excuse, saying she had gone to collect money. If she didn’t return with money, she wouldn’t have anything to eat, and she would face beatings since she wasn’t given food during the day, only at night. Sometimes, they would give her breakfast and skip lunch and dinner, or lunch while skipping the rest.
Whenever Hajjo went outside, she remained silent, watching until the visitors grew tired and left. In her mind, she considered herself too young, even though girls her age were already being given in marriage.
At school, her teacher, Malam Iro, had become increasingly strict, investigating Hajjo thoroughly until he uncovered everything about her. One day, during class, he sent for her. She approached him respectfully, greeted him, and said, “Good afternoon, sir.” Malam Iro replied warmly and asked, “How is school? How is everything?” Hajjo didn’t respond, simply fixing her gaze on him.
This gave Malam Iro the opportunity to continue. He asked, “Where is Lamido?” Surprised, she wondered why he was using a name reserved for home. In school, no one called him Lamido—his actual name was Abdulsalam. She pondered but was interrupted when Malam Iro repeated his question. Briefly, she replied, “He is in class.”
Her curt response confirmed to him what people were saying: that she disliked talking and avoided people. He nodded and told her to return to class. After she left, Malam Iro regretted not asking her something more substantial.
Later, when classes ended, he gave a package to Lamido, who opened it to find detergent, soap, biscuits, sweets, and a 500-naira note. “Who gave you this?” Hajjo asked. Nervously, Lamido answered, “Malam Iro.” Hajjo fell silent, contemplating Malam Iro’s audacity. She told Lamido, “Let’s go.” Holding the package, they went to Malam Iro’s office, but he wasn’t there, so they returned home.
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The narrative continues to detail Hajjo's struggles, the interactions with her oppressive guardians, and the significant challenges she faces due to societal expectations, familial issues, and personal resilience. The translation may need further elaboration for specific portions, but this covers the main events. Would you like a continuation?