DEPRESSION (DAMUWA )BOOK ONE TAKUN FARKO BY HAFSAT UMAR DANGORO Complete Hausa Novel Document by DEPRESSION (DAMUWA )BOOK ONE TAKUN FARKO BY HAFSAT UMAR DANGORO

Here I saw a very tall man with a kind of call to strength. He was walking with great speed until he finally found a place where there were not many people. When he found a place, he sat down and looked at the entire document. When he finished looking at it, he got up, put it back in his pocket, and went back to where the old man was.

"Akausashe said the information was missing but I met someone and gave it to him to check. She needs fifty bags of millet, maize, and wheat, and then you have to calculate the cost. She was driving a car, and he stopped while trying to pass.

A broad smile spread across the Elder's face.

"Oh, but Alhamdulillah, today we came, you will all get a new sari. Did you go to the store and buy the clothes you are wearing in the car or did you come by car, Hajiya?"

He asked Amnah.

Her mouth dropped open and Amal quickly turned her head and said, "Oh, don't you have a CHILD who can take you to the car?"

He said in a loud voice, "Habu, this one will take you wherever you want."

Amal looked at him intently and said, "They'll be in the car with us, right?"

He shook his head without saying anything.

He quickly started walking towards a small shop on the hill, and the bag full of grain was being packed in the back of the car.

Amna, looking at him, felt that he was a slave to his own desires, and that he would endure hardships because of him.

Saida made sure that he had filled the back of the small car and returned to the Elder in a voice that did not sound like it had been broken.

"Dad, I'm sorry, but I'll take all fifty sacks of rice and put them in a bag, so I'll take the rest."

Baban quickly raised his head and said, "Look, you have five thousand naira in your wallet, and they want about two hundred bags, so you can get twenty thousand today."

He didn't say anything and there was no sign of joy at what was said. He turned and got into the back of the car and started driving. As he passed, you could see people smoking and I called him Bukar Buzu.

Every time someone called him, he would turn around and wave at them, but no one ever said anything about his facial expression or his tone of voice, except for the Elder.

They were traveling until they entered the city center, where there was a lot of traffic.

She angrily stopped the car.

Seeing this, he also stopped walking behind them.

Amnah got angry and came to him alive. "What kind of a fool are you? Why are you going to fill my ears with the roar of your car? Why don't you let me go and follow me? The problem is that we are dealing with ignorant people, poor people who work like animals, so that the community will look down on me and come and join us, I will deal with a fool like you, you are just a fool.

Tinda started talking, but he didn't mean to, and there was no intention of getting involved with him.

She said angrily, "You are a LITTLE BOY, aren't you?"

He was silent, looking at the street.

A long, winding path with scattered leaves passed by.

He carefully brushed the side of his head, leaving nothing but his fingers that were slowly moving across the steering wheel.

Her car started up again and rolled down the street.

He got up and ran after her until they reached the door of their house.

Hon quickly opened the door and pushed the car's nose inside.

Seeing this, he also got up and parked right in the middle of the house, not wanting to end up where she had parked her car, and started to drive them quickly. In a short time, he was standing there waiting for his father to give him the food that he would give to Baba while he collected the rest.

Amal quickly came out and approached him, handing him the money and saying, "For God's sake, I'm sorry, I looked like Aunty Amnah, did I tell you?"

He stared at me, bored, and just wanted to touch me, so she stopped and asked.

The money is stretched out with the hypocrisy of waiting for the rest now.

He didn't say anything to me, he said he got in the car and started trying to start it, but it wouldn't start.

He calmed down and laid down on the floor, trying to wake her up but she still didn't get up.

He came out clutching his head, as if he had let out a cry of hunger and jealousy. He had eaten nothing and left the market, coming back and being associated with this work.

Very compassionate. Yaba Amal, who was standing, covered her face with her hair, despite the heat that seemed to be coming from the town, and she quickly returned to their room and went into the kitchen. She found a large plate, poured rice and soup with chicken and coleslaw on the side. She took a flat plate and filled it with Pepe chicken and took Aya's cold ears. She stood at the edge of the table, took a single water bottle, arranged the items on a large tray and came out quickly.

On the way out of the hall, they ran into Ammah and looked at her.