Folk Tales Africa Novels & Stories

I will not only tell you; I will hold your hand and walk you into the place, I was half your age when my father took me there, My father took me there when we were faced with something similar to what we are faced with now in the kingdom of Odudu. it is across the seven mountains of Igalo- to a people whose faces have tribal marks. a strange tribe of magic and power. They have the most powerful sorcerers and magicians in the whole of the black race; they can walk on water and vanish at will into the thin air. Many warriors go there yearly to be fortified. They have fought so many battles- the battles of magic with a strong hand of darkness, My father told me how they have the power to summon

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.”

“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

The Bali Girls of course accepted him wholeheartedly afterwards, especially because he and their outside blocker Trish are actually an item now, but, and at Babylee’s own suggestion, he no longer joined their sleepovers. From Mrs. Lapuz, Kate had heard stories about an unspecified hometown as Kate was growing up. During bedtime storytelling, Mrs. Lapuz, who liked going all out, getting into character and changing her voice, told her tales a la Hansel and Gretel, but the grimmer and definitely scarier version because it sounded like it had been lifted from real-life superstition – or what was, in Kate’s own words, “rural legends”, because they retained distinct motifs of countryside animism.

"You really took your time, huh? You should be able to call out to your beast in seconds, rookie! I've seen the Captain do it before. Now move your lazy behind, we leave at once, Saito screamed at me. We rode to Ashkur on horseback and got there on the fourth day as the captain had earlier said we would. The journey was not as hard as before, I was already getting used to it. The desert is miles and miles of open, sandy lands and it is full of death. The dried and drying carcasses of beasts everywhere tell you a story of nature winning in these parts, it says to abide by the rules or end up dead. This did not stop some races from taking up roots in these harsh lands anyway, the Maganha and T

Now all eyes were on the African elder. “You can say all you want but I will not reveal what I know, not because it is a dangerous thing, but it is something that will be good for Africa and it will make all of you bow to us for a change.” The elder told them but was not specific as to what it is that will make them bow to Africa. “Did the Africans acquire a medical stone or something? Because I can’t think of anything else that can make African as powerful as you say.” Asked another elder.

For Saga, waking up early on Tuesday is not how you start your day. He hated Tuesdays. Usually people have a strange hatred for Mondays but no, not him. Saga believes that everything bad always happen in Tuesday, like how on the third grade he fell in front of Leah, the class sweetheart -that he used to have a crush on and lose his teeth, not one, but two. And how he lost his bicycle because he need to pee so bad so he just drop it on the side of the road and run behind the tree to do the business. Or when he got arrested because a police officer caught him holding a joint while driving. In his defense, it wasn't his and it was a rent car. He lied of course.

"hyperbolic!" "I swear, African parents don't take shit when it comes to education. By the way, you said your mum's 50 percent Cameroon blood, she ought to have told you this right?" "Ain't got time for all that shit bro. She got my siblings to listen to her preach about her childhood and stuff like that. Not my cup of tea."

Getting familiar with the ways of the towns people through stories would be good too. "But I heard some pretty good rumors too. Listen, this is the biggest one I heard," the old man - who had told us his name as Tavo - suddenly said in a low voice. At this time, Garix was already on the front, leading us to the nearest town, a town called First Town, while Old Man Tavo shared his stories at the back. He really was too friendly. "Biggest rumor?" Shila asked. "Could it be, something about witches?!"

And besides, those endless water droplets that I always match in the kitchen make my hair spike, I don't like it. Even wearing flip-flops is taboo as well, in a typical African home, but I can't hold my body from wanting. I wear my flip flop and then go ahead to do the chores I wasn't ready to do, the dirty dishes were like a map to a whole new world. As I slowly drift into my little world of imagination, that little world in my head where I talk to people and also laugh, just like the couples I saw earlier, that would be the best day of my life, I would share all my stories and guilty pleasure with them.