SIRRI NE Complete Hausa Novel Document by SIRRI NE

The students, both boys and girls, were in a heated argument, their faces filled with bitterness, sorrow, and anger. None of them held back—their expressions showed their frustration as the noise escalated. The conflict erupted between the boys and the girls in a tense atmosphere. One young man angrily said:  

"I swear, the governor of Benue is a useless, cursed fool! Honestly, this idiot doesn’t deserve to lead this state. A man with no job, always shutting down schools—what kind of nonsense is this? This fool should just disappear. Instead of focusing on education, he’s making people suffer. This is pure wickedness, this…"  

Before he could finish, a furious slap landed on him from a hot-tempered girl, followed by a shove. "Shut up!" she yelled, continuing to insult him in the Tiv language: "Hoo! Your father’s… (Allah sees your father’s foolishness in the middle of… You won’t even survive to mourn the king’s death in your mouth!)"  

The young man, now even angrier, clenched his fists and shouted: "You better not let me hear you insult the governor of this state again! If you do, I’ll make sure your entire family regrets it, you disrespectful brat!"  

Nagari retorted: "What nonsense are you saying? You better watch your mouth. No one should dare insult the governor—he’s doing a good job. Nobody has the right to disrespect him. But here you are, an unruly child interrupting our studies. Foreign students are learning, yet he’s denying us education? I swear, this time, we’ll organize a protest all the way to Makurdi until we see the end of this foolish man’s reign… Yeeee! I swear we’ll go and show him!"  

The group erupted in loud chatter. Then, Fahat spoke up: "This is pure madness! For three months now, it’s been nothing but trouble. Just because we’re children of the poor, does that mean we should accept this? No! This time, we won’t back down until we use our full strength to—"  

Before he could finish, they all burst into more angry, senseless shouting. Nagari, realizing the argument was getting out of hand, slowly stepped back.  

Meanwhile, near the office, someone quietly peered through the window—no one was in sight. Then, the door creaked open and shut again, followed by the sound of a key turning.  

At that moment, as she stepped out, her dusty dress caught the light. Her eyes darted around nervously, her heart pounding rapidly. "Allah… Allah…" she muttered to herself. A sudden chill ran through her body, and her heart felt cold with fear…