Folk Tales Africa Novels & Stories

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

He stared at me fixedly, his gaze flickering as he said, "Tell me. Why did you presume I would eat you?" "Are you alright now?" I asked gingerly as I was taken aback—the antidote was that effective? Yoran raised a brow. "It's just an aphrodisiac. It's just a momentary bother." Aphrodisiac? Didn't that make him chew through Joey's neck before? "You weren't going to eat me when you licked my neck?" I demanded a little too loudly. "Wherever you heard that from?" He appeared amused. "Only rogues eat human flesh. Also, what was that you said you know?"

Dimitri was busy on his phone while a few kids surround Delilah, she entertained them with her stories travelling abroad. "Aunt Delilah so you've been to Africa ?" One of the kid's echoed. "Yes, technically Kenya.." Delilah echoed. "Aunt Delilah, how did you survive ? Mom said naughty kids are fed to Lions in Africa." Delilah burst into a loud chuckle. "I didn't oversea all of Africa, I only went to Kenya and I'm positive no naughty kids were fed to Lions." Delilah ensure as the kids awwed in amazement. "What's Kenya ?" A kid asked for the rest. "It's a country in Africa." Delilah replied.

They were attacked by a pack of wandering wolves who called themselves the Unborn. Ania's story is still very much talked about to date In the pack, although it was said in hush tones because the tale was considered a bad omen. My mom told me her soul still longs for children’s blood now. Any time I remember her words I laugh because I believe the tales were told to scare children. The reality before now tells me more than I thought existed. My story was already similar to hers but without an end yet. I kept trying to wave off the thought from my head but the more I tried the more it fisted on my wit.

Seeing that she would not give up from siding the night roamer, he decides to tell her a story to compliment her belief. “You know, according to our popular children stories, some believe he is a handsome prince from a far away kingdom made of gold, and enchantment and magic. While others believes he is a demon that haunts evildoers and people of little conscience until they give up their evil ways, or pay for their sins with blood” He narrates, captivating her attention. “Tell me more please?” She pleads with irresistible eyes. “You are in luck, as I am a lover of myth!” he gestures towards a dry piece of log just opposite them.

He wasn't sure but I was. "My grandpa called it the 'Afanc' but why it is here away from water, I don't know," I explained. I looked to Lee and then continued, "it is a demonic creature that is known in old Welsh legends. It lives in lakes and is large enough that whenever it was angry, it would break the banks and flooded towns."

The soft breeze and the dancing of the trees kept u company as we made our way back to the cliff. The lady she spoke about, Shannara was African. If her skin was purely black then there was no way she was European. Their ignorance about the race meant they don't know Africa which is impossible because everyone knows there are different races. Even if Charlaedon is a remote village in the world some things are ought to be known. What century did they exist in?

When he was done with setting up the projector and sound system made available to teach the Eastwood College, year one faculty of arts students, he gave out a loud clap to stop them from chattering. Professor Kare was the head of department of the history and international relations department. His classes were boring and everyone hated it, except Derek who was deeply fascinated by African traditions, myths, and origin. These were one of the things Arlene found strange, from what she has heard he barely left the house as a kid, and at a point they lived abroad, so she couldn’t tell why these things fascinated him when he had never seen them before. “Today we’ll be looking into Cota, the capi

I greeted respectfully. He nodded simply, letting me move ahead of him. "Daddy! Good evening sir." Tina bent down in greeting. We were Yoruba's and we didn't play with respect, no offence to other tribes. I honestly feel that no one can rival us in terms of respect. We were simply the best in all things. "Tina, how are you?" "I am fine, sir." "Good evening sir," Ada said without standing up from her spot on the floor. "How are you?"

"A long time ago, before our people settled here in the mountains, the tribe of our ancestors was decimated by a horde of men who came from across the seas to the east, known for their crimson garments that struck fear into the hearts of all who saw them. It was a story our parents told us growing up. Have you really never heard it before?" "No," Adea muttered. "Our parents don't tell us many stories of our people's history." "I heard of a legend that says the other side of those mountains is a realm of the Spirits." Everyone turned their attention to Lyda as she spoke up. "It's said that the mountains cannot be traversed, so there are secret spots throughout these territories that may act a