BOYAYYEN KUDIRI Completed Hausa Novel Document Written By Khaleesi

“Abban Sojoji” is a captivating Hausa love novel written by the talented author Hafsat Bature. Set against the backdrop of a heartwarming story of love, determination, and selflessness, this novel takes readers on a compelling journey through the lives of its vibrant characters.

At the center of the narrative is a young girl who finds herself in the midst of hardships and familial responsibilities that test her strength and courage. With her sick brothers in the hospital and their lives hanging in the balance, she embarks on a quest to find work and earn enough money for their life-saving surgeries.

Driven by an unwavering love for her siblings, the girl’s path intersects with the enigmatic and compassionate master, who becomes an unexpected ally in her pursuit. Their encounter sets in motion a series of events that lead them to the remarkable Hajaya, a woman whose kindness and wisdom become a beacon of hope for the girl and her brothers.

As the story unfolds, “Abban Sojoji” delves into the intricate layers of human relationships, exploring themes of resilience, sacrifice, and the transformative power of love. Hafsat Bature masterfully weaves together a narrative that not only tugs at the heartstrings but also sheds light on the cultural nuances and traditions of the Hausa people.

Through rich descriptions and vivid imagery, Bature brings to life the bustling streets of the Hausa community, the sights, sounds, and aromas that color their daily lives. The novel’s pages come alive with the vibrant tapestry of Hausa culture, where faith, customs, and the bonds of family play integral roles.

“Abban Sojoji” is not just a love story; it is a testament to the indomitable spirit of the Hausa people, the strength found in unity, and the resilience of the human spirit. It is a celebration of hope, reminding readers that even in the face of adversity, love has the power to conquer all.


He placed his hand over her ear, shielding her from the troubles that plagued Buzun the master. Wearily, she said, “If you possess witchcraft and manage to capture someone, by God, finding a cure will be a daunting task.”

“I’ve told you before, Hajaya isn’t always here when you come around. You lack the determination to succeed, don’t you? You’re a stubborn little girl, and your eyes resemble those of a quail. You shamelessly scrutinize people, don’t you? You’re a wretched child!”

Her gaze met his slowly, sensing the insult he hurled at her. Tears welled up in her eyes, her lips trembled, and her expression transformed.

Though he anticipated a retort from the girl, aware that today’s children wouldn’t stay silent, he fixed his gaze on her and emitted an intimidating noise. Expecting her to retreat, he observed her movements, thinking she would head elsewhere. Instead, she found solace against the wall of a nearby house. She crouched down, burying her head in her knees, and unleashed heart-wrenching sobs.

He halted and observed her, regret beginning to surface within him. Even as a devout Muslim, he failed to comprehend the plight of the little girl who frequented the gate of his house. He never questioned why she always came. It wasn’t as simple as chasing away a stray dog, but that didn’t motivate him to change his ways.

With composure, he approached her location, crouched down in front of her, and gently spoke, “Enough tears! Come on, tell me what’s troubling you. Why do you keep coming here seeking help?”

Lifting her tear-streaked face, she looked at him and replied, “I come to seek Hajaya because I heard she assists people who work in heaven and pays them money.”

Jim glanced at her before saying, “Why are you searching for work, little one, when you’re not yet an adult?”

She shook her head, replying, “No, I have no one. It’s just me and my sick brothers, who are currently admitted to the hospital. The doctor said they need surgery, and I don’t have money for it. There are so many of them, and I want to find a job, earn money to save them, so they won’t die and leave me all alone!” She finished speaking and rested her head on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Now, he understood the girl’s persistence and felt a pang of concern in his heart. “God, help this girl even just a little,” he prayed silently. Then an idea struck him.

Taking her hand, he said, “Wipe away those tears. I’ll help you meet Hajaya. Get up, and let’s go sit on the bench and listen.”

They settled on the bench together, sitting silently for a while before he urged, “Be quiet now and stop crying. May God grant you His blessings, guide you, and may your loved ones recover so you can play with them.”

She smiled, pleased with his comforting words. He reached for the water simmering on his small stove, where two cups were placed nearby for pouring tea. Her attention was captivated by the metal teapot and its contents. He filled one of the cups and handed it to her. Gratefully, she accepted it with both hands, ravenously consuming what would be her first meal since yesterday. Then he filled another cup for himself, bowed his head, and shared with her the story of his wife and children.

Sam couldn’t fully comprehend his words, her focus diverted by the small bottle of water he had given her, particularly the one sweetened with sugar. “God bless you,” she murmured between sips, “If I find a job, I’ll repay you for the tea.”

She listened to him, a smile lingering on her face, pondering how he described her as a boy, even though he could see she wore girls’ clothes. She remained there until evening, approaching the time for the Azahar prayer. He opened the door for them, and they entered. He fetched water from the hut, and they performed ablution together. He laid out a prayer mat for them and led the prayer, standing in front of her.

After they finished, they continued sitting on the mat, with the rosary in his hand. As she delved into her thoughts, time passed until noon, when they prayed again. Just before they departed, the sound of Hajaya’s car reached their ears, signifying her arrival.

Her heart swelled with joy as she believed that God had brought her to meet this kind-hearted Hajj. As he recited his prayers, he quickly rose and opened the door for her. She stepped out of her dilapidated car, thanking God that this woman possessed a small build like hers.

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