Novel & Cerita African Stories

“Well Amaka is dead now eh, fairytale did not prepare her for someone like Mugabe or she wouldn’t have worked for him in the first place.’’ Shango snapped finally losing his infinite patience. Babybaby was silent, her lower lip quavers, everybody stiffened in apprehension, waiting for the dam to break. But the thunder god sighed and awkwardly patted her on the head like she was a dangerous beast. “I spoke rashly child, forgive me, fairytale is not silly, neither is folklore for both teaches its own lesson, the hours draw near witching hour, it’s not time for a baby to be up.’’ “I’m not a baby,’’ Babybaby protested between sniffs and yawns. “Tell me another story please a mixture of fairytale

He returned with positive vibes which means that things may have been successful. His friends briefed him of the werewolves that they recognized and Stan listened like he had not heard of the news of the existence of the werewolves in their country before. Though there were no such things in Africa as animals and humans lived as one over there. It was a norm to see animals amid humans so whether or not there were werewolves was not important as Africa was an accommodating place for all.

Black's POV I could hear a knock on my door as I just finished fixing my bed. "Black, breakfast is ready downstairs." My aunt said. "I'll be back tonight." "Take care, Aunt Autumn." I replied. Autumn Vera, or Aunt Autumn as I call her, is my aunt that took me in after both my mom and dad passed away. She's a very kind person that agreed to take care of me despite not even talking properly with her before.

masterminds are here, playing games with them." said my mother. "Now you are getting the point." I replied. "We dont need guns, the police or government to fight some battles. We need the people. Common people." I said and my mother stared at me in amazement. "I love you Fetty. You are so smart. Sometimes, I feel I don't deserve such a sensible child. " she said. I smiled halfway then noticed the book beside my mother's chair. "It's yours. I bought it for you. " she said. "Wow. " I said while grabbing the book. "Have you read it before? " she asked. "No. Not at all. " I replied. "I told the book seller, I don't know whether to purchase this book or not because my daughter reads virtually ev

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Raphael though just raised an eyebrow, craning his neck on the other side, teasing Shaine even more. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? This is your punishment for being a very bad girl. Beg for my tongue!” He demanded while caressing her legs to tease her even more. “Please, Raphael! Eat me now! Fill me with your long tongue until I cum! I want you! I have been wanting you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Raphael. Everytime you visit in our house, I was always pleasuring myself with my fingers thinking it was you doing that to me. And I would moan your name as I cum on your tongue, you would drink all of me and leave no drop.” Shaone confessed, and as she said all those words, Rapha

he said. After Ibekwe joined the rest of the children and sat down, the storyteller crossed his legs and opened his mouth and began to sing a song. The art of storytelling in Igbo land was as old as the language itself. Some of the folklores were derived from imaginations, history, fear, and strange beliefs in the ability of animals to speak, which added texture and beauty to the stories when told. Other stories were mere myths that were intended to scare children or dissuade them from doing a particular thing.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

"Yes, Lydia... I heard that he got stuck in a forest and fainted. Such a shameful boy. I honestly believe he's not qualified to be a fist prince at all. I'm sure, if it were his brother, the other first prince, he would have been able to hunt some wild animals, rather than faint. Ogidigbo doesn't deserve to contend with Osawe for the position of the heir apparent." "Haha, I'm happy that you're keeping up with all the happenings in our kingdom. However, what you didn't know, Is that Ogidigbo didn't get stuck in just any jungle, but the evil 'Forest Of Akshale'. where many evil and dangerous beings and beast dwell" "Really!? that's very impressive, How did he manage to survive then? We have