I spoke in Hausa jumping out of the seat of the piano like I was being stung by a bee. Why does he sneak up on me like that, does he want to give me a heart attack or worse hypertension. He looked at me like I had suddenly grown a second head, I don't blame him, it's not every day you see the descendants of the Mustapha family speak his own dialect.
" manta yadda na zo nan, what are you doing is what I asked you?"
" oh this, I am reading for my exam"
" by playing the piano? Née Ya ka dauke ni a wawa/wawiya"
"No no not stupid, it's for my music exam, it's right after book keeping."
" didn't I tell you to drop that subject and pick up agriculture hmm. Yet you still went I head and disobeyed me."
"Ayya kawu ba haka bane. I wanted to pick agriculture but, our school counsel
