Walijaam Book 3 Complete Hausa Novels By Maman Teddy

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WALIJAAM BOOK 3 COMPELET 

Nafisa arrived with the food and asked, "Who is going to eat?" She stopped in her tracks. "Come on, Bros." He replied, "As for me, not until nine o'clock tonight. I already ate my lunch. Baby, come out now so we can head home." After they came out, Nafisa said, "But the tailor doesn't know your measurements." Aisha replied, "I will send my clothes so he can size them perfectly, as Uncle suggested." Nafisa said, "Don't worry about a thing, Bros." After they got into the car, Nafisa handed Aisha the gift she had brought for her, adding, "Make sure you use it exactly the way I explained to you." Aisha replied, "Alright, thank you, we'll talk on the phone."
After Jabir hit the road, Uncle asked, "What kind of gift did you get, Baby?" He reached his hand toward the bag. "Bring it, let me see." She quickly hid the bag. "It’s nothing major." He smiled slightly and said, "Women, you can never stay away from trivial trinkets."
Ever since Aisha and the others left, Suwaiba and Safiya went over to Jummai’s place. They were telling her the story of what Aisha and their master did, even adding some spice to it—claiming he carried her handbag. Jummai asked, "Did you say a handbag?" They replied, "Yes, a handbag! And he carried it for her, without any shame, regardless of his age and status." She hissed. "Stop telling me this since you have no influence in this house and you don't help me with anything." Safiya said, "If we try to use force to beat her up, you tell us no." Jummai replied, "May God curse your ways, since you have no tactics other than violence. Get out of my room! Who told you that physical violence is popular these days? It has to be done through underhand tactics." Suwaiba said, "Well, won't you show us what to do then?" She countered, "So all this time you’ve been staying with me, you haven't learned a single lesson? May God curse your stay with me!" She stood up and headed to the toilet, ranting, "You bastards only know how to roam around chasing younger boys who exploit you, but you don't know how to live with people or how to make a girl’s life miserable!"
That day passed with Jummai feeling deeply embittered. On Hadiza's side, she spent the day filled with resentment over yesterday's events, feeling that he had trampled on her rights. Furthermore, today was not Aisha's turn to cook, yet he went out with her. Hadiza had watched them through her window, concluding that he clearly loved Aisha more. A young girl was twisting him around her little finger. Therefore, when it was bedtime, he said goodnight to his other wives and went straight to his room without stopping by Hadiza's quarters. Because she knew it was her turn with him, she refused to go to him out of anger, and he didn't seek her out either. Even the following day, he didn't look her way, which deeply infuriated her.
On Thursday, they arrived in Jigawa, loaded with gifts and wedding contributions. Aisha set aside her five thousand naira to give, but then she heard Umma and Abba thanking her, saying her Uncle had contributed fifty thousand naira—thirty thousand on her behalf and twenty thousand from himself. That same day, Aisha and Umma proceeded to Gumel, while Abba and the others were to follow the next day for the wedding solemnization. Inna Rabi was overjoyed with this contribution, and Aisha became the star of the wedding house, admired by everyone.
The next day, right after the wedding ceremony was concluded, Uncle called her to come out so they could say their goodbyes before he left. At that moment, she was in a neighbor’s house with Naja and her friends. She came out and found him inside the car. She got in and sat down, and he locked the doors. He then asked, "Baby, how many days are you spending here?" She replied, "Whenever you say, Uncle, I will get ready and wait for you." He asked, "So, will we talk on the phone?" She nodded in agreement. He placed both his palms on her face and lifted it. She stole a single glance at him and closed her eyes, feeling shy in his presence. Her breath caught completely when she felt his lips land on hers, as the scent of his perfume hit her nose.
Slowly, she opened her eyes; his eyes were closed, and his handsome face—typical of the Katsina Fulani—was full of radiance. Unexpectedly, he also opened his eyes. Just as she was about to close hers again, he gestured with his eyes for her not to. They locked eyes. Unable to resist any longer, he pulled her into his embrace. She breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the intense emotions. In a choked voice, he said, "Baby, when can I come and take you back? I am going to miss you so much." She caught her breath and whispered, "I said whenever you come." He lifted her up, saying, "Alright then, until I come." With her head lowered out of shyness, she said, "Okay." He picked up some money from the dashboard and said, "Take this." She looked at him. "But you gave me money just yesterday." He replied, "Take more, my Baby. Will we speak on the phone?" She said yes. He took her palm and kissed the center of it, sending goosebumps completely through her body. She looked at him, then stepped out of the car. She walked back inside after waving him goodbye.
He spent the night in Kano, and the next day he headed to Katsina. When he entered his house, it was dead silent. This reality always weighed heavily on his heart; every time he came home, it felt like entering a graveyard. He unlocked his room, slumped onto a sofa, and leaned back. This issue was deeply troubling his mind. Whenever he visited his friends' houses, he would hear lively chatter, and their children would run out yelling "Welcome!" in excitement. In stark contrast, his house was always silent. Despite having two wives inside, even the TV was rarely turned on. He would return to find it switched off, with each wife lying down in her own room. He hissed. This was why whenever Aisha was away at school, he didn't even like to think about home; she was the only one who brought joy to his face.
She would welcome him with cold water or her delicious Zobo drink. He raised a hand to his lips, trying to recall the feeling of when his lips pressed against hers. He let out a deep sigh, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. He dialed Aisha's number. At that moment, she was applying lotion after taking a bath in Inna Rabi's inner room. She quickly picked up the phone.
She said, "Assalamu alaikum! Uncle, I’ve been trying your line but the network kept failing." He smiled slightly. "I just arrived home this very moment." She asked, "Where did you sleep last night?" He said, "In Kano, of course." She asked, "Did you arrive safely?" "Perfectly safe, my Baby. Take good care of yourself for me." She smiled. "Me too." He asked, "You too what?" She replied, "Just as you said." He laughed softly. "I will do as you say, so that before you return, you can continue taking care of me..."
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She said, "I forgot that you already have two other people taking care of you." He responded, "Well, Baby, the way everyone cares for me is completely different. Besides, when we are together, I want you to feel deep in your heart that there is no one else in this world except you and me, you hear?" She said, "Okay, Uncle." He said, "Excellent, my Baby. Let me go take a shower." She said okay, and they said their goodbyes.
He fell silent. He realized that Aisha loved him deeply; it was only shyness that was holding her back, which was why he also felt a bit restrained around her. But now, he knew he was on the right path to achieving his desires.
After showering, he went to the dining table, having phoned Uche to bring him food. He looked at Uche and asked, "Is there no one home?" Uche replied that Madam had gone out, but he hadn't seen the new bride (the second wife, Hadiza) leave. His mind drifted back to the last time he had received any care or attention from Jummai. He couldn't even remember, because ever since he broke the news of his marriage to Aisha, she had changed completely, and to this day, he couldn't understand her attitude. Aloud, he muttered, "May God guide this servant of Yours." No sooner had he spoken than she walked in. She approached him. "Are you back? Wallahi, I also went home to check on our mother." He simply stared at her.
She pulled out a chair and sat down. "You don't believe me, do you?" she began in a strained, put-on voice, mimicking someone in deep distress. She continued, "Nowadays, even if I swear upon the Holy Qur'an, you will never believe me. Everything I say, you take as a lie, simply because you've gotten yourself young girls with fresh blood in their veins, while I am deemed old."
He set his spoon down.
"Jummai, for God's sake, sit down and think. Is the way you run this house fitting for your status as the senior wife? Look at how you have completely neglected all my affairs, running around with street friends who lead people to ruin, wandering about restlessly as if you've been cursed. Whenever I speak to you, you just hurl insults back at me." He pointed to the table in front of him. "Look at this. I've just returned from a journey; there are two of you in this house, yet it's the cook who has to bring me food, and even then, only because I requested it. Is it right that a man like me has absolutely no value in his own home?"
She countered, "Well, you are the one who changed toward me. Now, it's only Aisha you care about." He replied, "She is the one who respects me. But look, whoever I brought into this house, it was love that motivated it, not hatred. I love all of you. Observe something about Aisha: she is just a young girl, and she isn't even around permanently. Yet, both of you direct all your complaints at her. Are you being fair to her?" Jummai remained silent, but in her heart, she thought, Fairness my foot, you will all soon realize your mistake. Out loud, she said, "Alright, it's fine. Forgive me. What do you want me to do now?" Filled with relief, he said, "I want you to change back into the Jummai I used to know. Continue taking care of me and reclaim your position as the senior wife, the queen of the household. Never abandon your post for another to take over. Look at Aisha as a younger sister; she is not disrespectful and she will accord you your due respect." Jummai bowed her head and said, "Insha Allah, I will do as you say." He said, "Thank you. Now, regarding those girls, Suwaiba and her sister, they really need to present suitors for marriage, don't you think?"
She said, "That's true. I am struggling with them myself. Their boyfriends are all too young, and none of them are ready for marriage right now. Speak to them yourself, because they have completely lost all respect for me." He replied, "Very well, I will see them." They continued chatting, and she mentioned that her cosmetics and perfumes were finished. He promised to give her money to buy more. Since it was her night to be with him, she took care of him so well that his heart was thoroughly convinced she had realized her mistakes. She decided to adapt her strategy—since open hostility had failed, she would switch to manipulation and charm. Thus, even at bedtime, she caught him completely off guard with affection and apologized to him once more.
Meanwhile, Hadiza was lying down, on the phone with her mother, Hajiya Lanti. She was crying and complaining, "Saddiq humiliated me because of that Aisha. Ever since we were abroad, he rushed back just to pick her up from school, and since she returned, everything revolves around what she wants."
"He even takes my scheduled nights and gives them to her. When I spoke up, he got angrier than me. As I speak to you now, it’s been two days since he took her away somewhere without my knowledge. I only just saw him sitting with that old woman, Hajiya Jummai, and he hasn't even looked for me since he got back."
Hajiya Lanti barked, "Shut your mouth, for God's sake! You embarrass me. Are you seriously crying over a co-wife, as if you didn't drink my breast milk? Listen to me carefully: if you're going to fight, fight for the money! Siphon his wealth. Don't waste your energy acting out of pride. Do you think anger or jealousy is what brought you into that house? In case you don't know, let me tell you: I fought tooth and nail to secure your place in that house solely so you could hoard his wealth for me! Focus on getting pregnant and stop this useless jealousy." Hadiza said, "Mother, I just want you to find some spiritual help for me so his heart completely returns to me." She replied, "You will have to bring money for that, Hadiza." She said, "I will bring it." Hajiya Lanti said, "Good." Hadiza then asked, "Well, tomorrow is my cooking turn; should I serve his food and stop throwing tantrums then?"
Lanti hissed loudly. "Are you foolish? Why were you throwing tantrums in the first place? Serve him his food and apologize to him! Men are easily deceived, Hadiza, do you hear me?" She replied, "Yes, Mother, see you when you visit."
Two weeks into Aisha's stay at home, her Uncle called to inform her that he was on his way to pick her up. She said, "Uncle, we have a whole week left before school resumes. Why don't you wait until there are just three days left?" He teased, "Really, Baby? Meaning you didn't miss me at all?" She said, "Of course I missed you, Uncle." He asked, "Then tell me, what thoughts of me have been on your mind?" She replied, "Many things bring you to mind." He pressed, "Tell me just one."
She went silent. He said, "I'm listening." She said, "Just wait, I'll tell you when I get back." He said, "You? You can't even tell me over the phone, yet you think you can do it to my face? Fine, let me tell you one of mine. Are you listening?" She said yes. He said, "Your soft skin, and your sweet, intoxicating lips..." She quickly hung up the phone and covered her face as if he were standing right in front of her. He, on his part, was laughing at her reaction. She turned her phone back on and texted him: "Uncle, you are a grown man, don't you have any shame?" He read the message and replied: "In the love between a husband and wife, Baby, there is no room for shame. The real things will even start when you return." He thought to himself, Let me push this further. He wrote back: "Baby, can you tell me exactly how you feel whenever my body touches yours?" He sent it. This completely ended the conversation, because upon reading it, she turned off her phone entirely. She lay down thinking about him, feeling that Uncle was being heavily emboldened.
Before leaving, Umma and Abba gave Aisha some parting advice. Umma said, "Aisha, I am urging you to be patient, especially since there are three of you sharing a husband's house. Mind your own business and guard your tongue. Never gang up with one co-wife to mistreat another. It is far better to be the victim of wrongdoing than to be the perpetrator. And take good care of your husband."
Abba added, "Be obedient to him. Strive to be the wife who will lead him to Paradise, not Hellfire."
"Aisha, in your marriage, always remember that you are performing an act of worship to your Lord. Do not be distracted by the glitter and vanity of this world." She replied, "Yes, Abba. Insha Allah, I will do exactly as you have said."
Jabiru, the expert driver, took to the road with them while they sat in the back chatting happily. When they arrived home, she was surprised to see Hadiza coming out to welcome her back. Aisha answered calmly. Surprisingly, Hajiya Jummai was also at home today. Aisha went to greet her, and she responded with a warm, open expression. Aisha thought to himself, If only this friendliness was genuinely from their hearts. Exhausted from the journey, Aisha fell into a deep sleep right on her prayer mat without even moving. That was how her Uncle found her. He didn't wake her up; instead, he picked her up gently and placed her on the bed.
He carefully removed her hijab, leaving her in her body wrap (chest wrap). It appeared she had showered before praying. He sat down and gazed intensely at her face; everything about this young girl captivated him.
Gently, he leaned down and kissed her lips, then stood up to perform his late-night prayers (Shafa'i and Wutiri). Afterward, he sat in front of his laptop before going to bed. He had deeply wished to spend quality, intimate time with his little Baby, but she was exhausted, so he simply pulled her tightly against his body, and they slept through the night.
The next day was Hadiza's turn to cook. In the afternoon, Aisha prepared some Zobo drink because he had called ahead saying he would send someone to pick it up. Hadiza was sitting in the main living room when she saw Uche taking the basket. She felt like saying something but chose to ignore it.
In the evening, when he returned home, he checked in on Jummai first, then came out and went into Baby’s quarters. Although he rarely stayed long anywhere when coming or going, he lingered a bit at Aisha’s place to drink water and her delicious Zobo.
After coming out, he headed to his room as usual, and the wife whose turn it was to cook followed him. A new routine emerged: Hadiza came out and announced that "Darling" requested them to join him at the dining table so they could all eat together. Aisha didn't really want to go, but hearing that Uncle called for her, she came out. He wasn't at the table yet; only Hadiza and Hajiya Jummai were seated, and he joined them shortly after. He looked at them. Every face was tense except for Aisha’s, whose attention was fully captured by the TV. Hadiza mentioned that she wanted him to bring them together to eat as one, and he thought that if this arrangement could work, he would love it. He was actively seeking unity, not division. He greeted them, and they responded. Aisha added, "Welcome back." He replied, "Thank you, Baby." He looked at Hadiza. "I am very pleased with this gathering. May God make it last." They all said, "Amen." Hadiza then uncovered the food and began serving her husband first, before pushing the other plates forward for everyone to serve themselves whatever they liked.
Aisha wasn't much of a heavy eater, so she simply scooped a little chicken pepper soup into her plate and began sipping it with a spoon. He looked at her plate. "Baby, is this all your food?" She raised her eyebrows and smiled. Hadiza chimed in, "That's exactly why you never gain weight, right? Always looking like a single puff of wind could blow you over." She spoke while laughing. Aisha realized the comment was a thinly veiled jab disguised as a joke. Without looking at her, Aisha replied, "Well, obesity is a disease, in case you didn't know." Hajiya Jummai listened but said absolutely nothing, merely turning her spoon in her food, wondering to herself if she was truly sitting at the same table with two co-wives. It felt like a dream.
The husband, however, completely missed the underlying tension and the subtle jabs they were throwing at each other, especially since he saw Hadiza smiling while speaking and noticed that Aisha didn't show any anger. Hadiza was privately infuriated by Aisha’s clever retort, but she had nothing left to say. Aisha didn't stay long before standing up. Uncle asked, "Are you full already?" She said, "Yes, Uncle, I'm full." She looked at them. "Goodnight." They all murmured a response from the back of their throats. Why did they all harbor such bitter resentment toward her? As she walked away, he followed her with his eyes. Everything about Baby charmed him, especially her calm, poised elegance when walking—stepping so gently it felt as if she were pitying the ground. Sometimes, even he felt she was intentionally teasing him with her grace. Hadiza suddenly struck her spoon against her plate with a loud clatter, snapping him out of his reverie. In a deeply frustrated tone, she snapped, "Is everyone else completely invisible to you whenever Aisha is around?" He asked, "Is that how you see it?" She replied, "Yes, absolutely!" He simply said, "Alright then." Her anger flared even more, and she sneered, "You treat her like she's made of solid gold!" Ignoring her, he stood up and walked to his room, and the women also dispersed, each with a heart burning with resentment. The next morning, Aisha headed back to school, leaving them to continue their underhand schemes.
This term, Aisha and her peers were fully focused on their studies, since this final stretch after the holidays meant graduation was just around the corner.
Every month, Hadiza anxiously watched for signs of pregnancy, but nothing happened. The relationship between her and Hajiya Jummai was one of mutual avoidance on the surface, though they constantly plotted against each other underneath. Amidst this tense atmosphere, on a particular Sunday, their husband woke up experiencing a strong surge of sexual frustration. It was Jummai's scheduled period with him, but she was currently on her menstrual pause from prayers. By late afternoon, Hadiza was managing to endure the day, waiting it out. Ideally, the husband wished to satisfy his desires during the daytime, but as soon as the evening prayer was completed, he rushed into the house and went straight to his room. He grabbed his phone and called Hadiza's line. She took her time before finally walking in.
He went over and held her, then removed her headscarf and began unbuttoning her long polished-cotton (shadda) dress. The way he initiated physical contact made her instantly realize what he wanted. Immediately, her pride flared up, and she forcefully broke away from his embrace.
"You only ever acknowledge my value when you are desperate for intimacy. Well, honestly, now it's my turn to call the shots, and I am absolutely not doing what you want right now." His eyes had turned bloodshot with desire. He looked at her. "For God's sake, Hadiza, give me my marital right. I swear I am in desperate need, please help me."
The text breaks off here as the girls approach the car.

2. Story Summary

This excerpt highlights the intense domestic friction, jealousy, and romantic dynamics within a wealthy polygamous household headed by Alhaji Saddiq (Uncle).

• The Household Breakdown: Saddiq has three wives. Hajiya Jummai is the senior wife (Uwargida) who has grown distant, bitter, and cold since his latest marriage. Hadiza is the second wife, highly insecure, fiercely jealous, and actively pushed by her mother (Hajiya Lanti) to exploit Saddiq financially and secure a pregnancy at all costs. Aisha (Baby) is the youngest wife, a student, and clearly Saddiq's favorite due to her respectfulness, innocence, and peaceful demeanor.
• The Wedding Trip & Shyness: Saddiq and Aisha travel to Jigawa/Gumel for a family wedding. Saddiq's deep affection for Aisha culminates in a passionate car ride kiss before leaving her temporarily at her parents' request. Aisha is deeply shy but reciprocates his love, while her parents give her solid advice on keeping peace and staying independent of household drama.
• A House Like a Graveyard: Upon returning to Katsina, Saddiq laments how cold and silent his house feels with Jummai and Hadiza, compared to the warmth Aisha provides. He attempts to mend fences with Jummai, who shifts her strategy from open hostility to deceitful compliance ("kissa") to regain his favor.

• The Climax of Tension: When Aisha returns from her break, Hadiza tries to put on a united front by organizing a family dinner, which quickly deteriorates into passive-aggressive verbal sparring between her and Aisha. Later, driven by intense sexual desire on a day Jummai cannot intimacy-wise assist, Saddiq turns to Hadiza. Hadiza weaponizes her intimacy, refusing him unless he pays her and treats her like "solid gold" at 10:00 PM. Desperate and unable to wait, Saddiq calls his driver Jabir and drives out to Aisha’s boarding school at night to extract her under a false emergency pretext.

  3. Character Descriptions

  CharacterRole / ArchetypeDescription & Trait AnalysisAlhaji Saddiq (Uncle)The Husband / PatriarchA wealthy man (likely from a Katsina Fulani background) who is deeply infatuated with his youngest wife, Aisha. He values peace and traditional care but struggles to manage the deep-seated emotional jealousy and manipulation running rampant among his older wives.Aisha (Baby)The Youngest Wife / ProtagonistA young student who is soft-spoken, highly attractive, elegant, and intelligent. She handles her co-wives' micro-aggressions with calm wit and enjoys a highly romantic, passionate connection with her husband, though she remains incredibly shy.Hajiya JummaiThe Senior Wife (Uwargida)Embittered and emotionally detached, she feels displaced by the younger wives. Initially hostile, she is highly strategic; when confronted by Saddiq about her neglect, she quickly pivots to playing the submissive card to protect her status while plotting underhand tactics.HadizaThe Second WifeDeeply insecure and envious of Aisha's hold over Saddiq. She is highly reactive, weaponizes physical intimacy to bargain for financial gain or leverage, and is heavily manipulated by her mother to extract wealth rather than build a genuine marriage.Hajiya LantiHadiza's Mother / Outside InfluencerA toxic maternal figure who views her daughter’s marriage strictly as a financial transaction. She explicitly advises Hadiza to swallow her pride, use underhand tricks, ignore romantic jealousy, and focus purely on hoarding Saddiq's money and getting pregnant.

  4. Narrative Analytics & Literary Themes

  Key Literary Themes

1. The Modern Polygamy Crisis (Kishiyoyi): The text serves as an authentic look into the complexities of modern northern Nigerian polygamous setups. It highlights how favoritism (whether real or perceived) destroys domestic harmony and turns the home from a haven into what the protagonist describes as a "graveyard."
2. Intimacy as Currency: Hadiza’s refusal to grant Saddiq his marital rights unless a financial transaction and specific timing are met underlines a dark thematic shift where affection and sex are treated as leverage and commercial negotiation tools.

3. Subtlety vs. Violence (Kissa ko Duka): Jummai's realization, prompted by her scolding of Safiya and Suwaiba, highlights an important cultural narrative trope: open physical violence is outdated; the real domestic warfare is psychological, quiet, and subterranean (na ƙarƙashin ƙasa).

   Plot Mechanics and Pace

   The pacing shifts brilliantly from highly romantic, slow-tempo scenes (the kiss in the car, the late-night phone calls while applying lotion) to high-stress, fast-paced domestic tension (the dinner table clash and the desperate nighttime drive to the school).
   The author uses a classic cliffhanger structure. Saddiq’s choice to pull Aisha out of school under a false pretense to solve his immediate physical/emotional frustration sets up an imminent conflict between school regulations, Aisha's boundary expectations, and his desperate evasion of Hadiza's trap.