The Hausa Princess Episode 2

📜 The Hausa Princess – Episode 2: The Storm Rider

By the time Amina turned fifteen, the winds of change were already swirling through Kano. Drought had strained the southern farms. Bandits haunted the salt roads. And in the northern hills, the Zazzau kingdom was whispering of war.

But none of that frightened Amina.

What terrified her though she would never admit it, was the way she felt when she saw him.

His name was Danjuma, the son of a palace horse trainer, raised far below the royal bloodlines. He moved like a panther, silent, focused and unlike the princes who flattered her with gifts and hollow poems, Danjuma rarely spoke unless he had something worth saying.

Amina met him in the royal stables.

She had snuck out during a long council meeting, tired of hearing old men talk of marriage alliances and dowries.

He was brushing down a grey stallion, sweat on his brow, when she entered.

“You shouldn’t be here, Princess,” he said, not looking up.

“And you shouldn’t speak to me like that,” she replied.

He finally turned and smiled.

That was the beginning.

They met in secret: before dawn rides along the Jakara River, stolen moments beneath baobab trees, and quiet laughter exchanged through thick palace walls.

Danjuma taught her how to read stars like maps and listen to silence like music. In turn, Amina taught him politics, how kingdoms fall not just to swords, but to the pride of their rulers.

But their joy was short-lived.

One evening, as the sun bled red into the horizon, a scout arrived with dust in his eyes and blood on his clothes.

“Zazzau raiders,” he gasped. “They’ve attacked the northern border. They carry the royal seal.”

In the council chamber, chaos erupted.

The Emir was growing old. His voice cracked. His hands trembled.

But Amina stood tall.

“If we wait, they’ll strike again. Let me lead the cavalry to defend the border.”

The elders laughed.

“A woman? In armor? We need warriors, not storytellers.”

Amina said nothing.

That night, she met Danjuma in the stables.

He handed her a sword, not gilded, not ceremonial. A real one.

“If they won’t give you a horse,” he said, “take mine.”

And just before dawn, while the city still slept, the princess of Kano rode north, into the storm, into legend, and into a war that would test everything she believed.

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⚔️ Next episode: “The Blood Moon” – Amina faces her first battle, and a betrayal that could change the future of Kano.

👉 Stay with us for Episode 3.

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