Yar Kwalliya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

“Inna, yesterday when I went somewhere for a while, people kept asking who sprayed perfume. I kept quiet, but the smell of the perfume on my body was so strong that it blocked their noses.

And I’m not even planning to change these clothes. As for bathing, I have stopped completely.

They kept scolding you, saying you don’t even know what you’re doing. They told you to stop beating the child and make her put away the makeup and go take a bath so she can feel fresh.

But you said, ‘Ahh, maybe someone else will do that, but not me. Bathing and I have become enemies.’

You even said from today until Sallah you and bathing have parted ways.

That’s when Inna said, ‘Alright, may God help you. Let your brothers and the teacher handle you if they can. Since you don’t respect me anymore.’

But Inna, just smell the fragrance of my perfume. What if a young man smells it and says he loves me? I will tell him I don’t love him.

Actually, Inna, I don’t even like going out anymore, because wherever I go people already know it’s me because of my perfume.”

Abu kept talking proudly while walking around showing off her makeup.

“If I don’t tell you today, Inna, today is market day in Gangare. I’m going out.”

She left proudly.

If not for the little water remaining in the house, Abu would have finished me today.

She walked slowly, swaying as she walked, boasting that she was the most beautiful and that her perfume was the best of all.

As she walked, she was eating groundnuts, holding a stick of sugarcane in her hand, and had a bundle tied around her waist.

I was hiding somewhere watching her.

Then Abu went to where Binta was sitting. Binta grabbed her.

“If you touch me again, Yasin will break your mouth! Where is Inna now for you to hide behind?”

Abu replied,

“Binta, your brain isn’t working. Look at how you grabbed my clothes in front of people. There are young men nearby — do you want to embarrass me in front of them?”

Binta pulled her and was about to hit her, but suddenly she stopped and covered her nose.

“Abu… so what people are saying is true? Where is this smell coming from? You’ve really made a name for yourself with this smell — you don’t bathe at all!”

Abu broke the sugarcane into pieces and gave her some.

“Here, thank you. And the groundnuts too.”

“Fine, give them to me. Are you coming with me?”

“Yes. Now you’re my friend. Honestly, you are sensible.”

Abu laughed.

The two of them kept joking around until they bought what they needed and returned.

Together they entered Inna’s house.

When Inna saw them she began exclaiming in surprise.

“Abu! What have you done to Binta again?”

“Inna, Binta is my friend now,” Abu said.

“That cannot be! I don’t accept it. Abu, how could you even be friends with Binta? Everyone knows Binta’s character.”

Abu said, “Binta, go home. I’ll come and see you later.”

“Alright, Inna. See you later,” Binta replied.

Just then Nura arrived.

“As-salamu alaikum, Inna. How are you?”

“I’m fine, Nura. Welcome back. Look at Abu — she has made a new friend, someone just like her.”

Abu quickly covered her nose.

“Inna, what kind of smell is this?”

Nura said jokingly,

“Who else but the ‘Queen of Makeup’ herself!”

Abu glared at him and turned away.

“Yaya Nura, so you can smell my perfume too? Stop talking nonsense.”

Nura said,

“Perfume? That’s not perfume, it’s pure smell! Look at how the whole house has filled with your body odor.”

Abu replied stubbornly,

“Today you want me to bathe? I won’t. My perfume smells better than anything.”

Nura carried water into the bathroom, brought soap and a sponge, and even picked up a whip.

“Go and bathe!”

“Yaya Nura, I see your wickedness,” Abu said.

He raised the whip and she quickly ran into the bathroom.

“Go ahead and get tired. I’m not bathing,” she said.

Inside, she only played with the water, splashing it like she was bathing. She washed her face, hands, and feet, then came out.

“Let me go. I’m going to apply more makeup and go with Binta to sell roasted groundnuts.”

She glared at him, entered her room, applied heavy makeup, and went to Binta’s house.

She found Binta and they went out to sell roasted groundnuts.

While they were walking, Abu saw another woman who was beautifully dressed and well made-up.

Abu kept staring at her.

“What are you looking at?” Binta asked.

“Look how beautiful she is! Everything about her is perfect.”

Then Abu started trying to walk the same way the woman was walking.

“Forget that,” Binta said. “Do you know where she’s from?”

“No,” Abu replied.

“She’s from the city. That’s how they dress and use makeup — not like yours.”

Abu replied proudly:

“My makeup is different. Mine is makeup without bathing!”