Gidan Aunty Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel By Mrs Lee

Taheera’s Family and Struggles

Taheera is a 17-year-old girl who has a twin brother named Taheer. The two look exactly alike because they are twins. Their father, Malam Mohammad, used to be wealthy before his fortune collapsed. He died five years ago in a brutal attack that took place in their own home, and up till now the killers have never been identified. He had only one wife, Maryam, who is the mother of Taheera and Taheer. Maryam is a light-skinned Buzuwa woman from Niger Republic. She met their father when he came to her country for business. Maryam herself is an orphan; both her parents died long ago, and she had only one brother who disappeared one night and was never heard from again.

After their father’s death, the family went through severe hardship and struggle. Their father’s relatives never wanted him to marry Maryam; they had preferred that he marry within the family, but Malam Mohammad insisted on marrying the woman he loved. Because of this, Maryam suffered greatly at the hands of her husband’s relatives. The only person who truly cared for her was Kilishi, Malam Mohammad’s sister, who supported Maryam and her children even after her brother’s death. Kilishi played a major role in their lives, helping them in many ways. She is a strong and outspoken woman whose words carry weight among the family, largely because she is married to a very wealthy man in Lagos.

Two years after Malam Mohammad’s death, Malam Bashari expressed his desire to marry Maryam. At first, she refused, saying she could not leave her children. He pleaded with her repeatedly until the matter reached Hajiya Kilishi. Knowing she could not refuse Kilishi, Maryam eventually agreed on the condition that she would take her children with her. Malam Bashari was not pleased but kept his feelings to himself. Kilishi sponsored the entire wedding and provided everything Maryam needed, from furniture to household items, which made Maryam deeply grateful to her.

However, life in Bashari’s house was very difficult for Maryam and her children. They faced constant mistreatment and discrimination. Sometimes the children were even denied food, and when Maryam asked why, Bashari would bluntly say it was because they were not his children. The hardship became so severe that Kilishi intervened and warned him strongly before he finally calmed down.

Before marrying Maryam, Bashari already had a wife named Asabe, known as “Mamy.” She was a troublesome and hostile woman who constantly created tension in the household. At first she tried to provoke Maryam into fights, but when Maryam refused to engage, she changed tactics and began influencing Bashari against her. Mamy had a daughter named Ameerah, a rude and rebellious girl who hated Maryam’s children, especially because they were extremely fair and very beautiful. Taheera, in particular, inherited her mother’s long Buzuwa hair that reached her waist. Their mixed heritage—Buzuwa from their mother and Fulani from their father—made them stand out even more. Out of jealousy and envy, Mamy and her daughter treated them badly. This difficult situation continued for about three years until Maryam eventually separated from Malam Bashari.

Arrival at Banana Island

Banana Island is a luxurious neighborhood that truly lives up to its reputation. Cars moved in a neat line, and even before anyone honked, the soldiers guarding the first gate quickly opened it and saluted. The gate itself looked incredibly expensive, clearly built with enormous wealth. The vehicles drove smoothly until they reached the second gate, which was equally impressive. The road there was smaller, lined with neatly arranged plants that made the environment beautiful and well-designed.

Within just three minutes, they arrived at the main gate of the mansion, which was heavily secured by soldiers. As soon as the guards recognized who was inside the car, the gate was opened without delay.

“Wow! Wow! Wow!”—those were the words that slipped from my mouth even before I fully stepped inside. It was obvious that this was no ordinary house. The compound was vast, filled with green plants and beautifully landscaped surroundings. It looked like a grand estate with different exclusive sections. Everywhere you looked, you could see workers in uniform moving about, showing how well organized the place was.

The cars drove straight toward a large glass building that stood apart from the other structures. They stopped at the building’s parking lot, and everyone stepped out immediately. A bodyguard opened the car door for the man inside. After a short while, he stepped out slowly. All the guards saluted him at once, but he did not look at any of them; instead, he tightened his expression and began walking with calm, measured steps, as though he did not want his feet to touch the ground directly. He headed straight for the main entrance, with the bodyguard following closely behind. They entered a beautifully furnished hall, and he walked directly toward a particular door. The bodyguard then placed the files he was carrying down and quietly left the building.