Folk Tales Africa Novels & Stories

"Khalfi was the original mission and an easy one, initially. The Sultan was suspicious, that must have been why he reached out to the black hands to reclaim Khalfi instead of using the Tuaree armed forces. Khalfi was one of the smallest villages in the northernmost borders of Tuarland. The residents are farmers but like most Tuariz, they're tough and strong-willed. When the border guards protecting their little village were killed by the invading Orc raiders, they took up arms to protect their lands, but most of the men were massacred, and the women were forced into servitude and violated in unspeakable ways. Captain Hadeshi returned after a day and most of the men were still suffering the h

The elders shook their heads in disbelief because they have hope never to have anything to do with the forest that has existed only in their folklores till now. Warriors have to be summoned immediately from the 11 clans in Afugiri, the bravest and then they’ll be coached and sent to fetch these magic beans. When the Elders were done, the Oracle came and fortified them with spiritual powers and gave them some instructions and elements to us when confronted with certain kinds of creatures, mermaids, and evil spirits and warned them on the ‘Dos and Don’ts’ of certain lands they’ll be crossing on their way to the forbidden forest.

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.

Kira gave Saga a pleading look, he raised both of his hands in surrender, "I've had my shares. You're on your own." * After the phone call, Kira and Saga decided to eat their breakfast in the living room. They sat there and talk about their favorite cartoon, and their embarrassing memories of their childhood. Kira told him about the time she love to sneak out of the house riding her tricycle giving everyone a scare, or how one time at middle school she thought it would be a good idea to cut her own bangs, while Saga told her about his first roller coaster experience and how he puked in front of his crush and how he hated Tuesdays because he seems to be very unlucky every Tuesdays -until the

"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.

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

Tara remembered that she was still hurting, the pain of her parent’s death was still very raw, but for a moment her arrival at Orun Isu, a world of its own with gits reat beatific sights had taken her mind away from the pain. “Your Grandmother is the Matron of the witches,” Alake had said, taking her on a tour through the halls. “What does that mean?” Tara asked absentmindedly, looking at the strange sights around with innocent eyes; the moving wallpapers, the changing sceneries, the greens, the strange horses with horns like unicorns, and more. “It means that she is the leader of the witches in Africa, and you are her only blood now, her heir.” “But I don’t want to be her heir. She hates me

Maxwell was so confused now, he had always thought something was off with Goodluck, but he didn't say anything about it, but with what he just said he sounded insane, did he forget his father was long dead and buried, or has he been seeing his father's ghost, seeing ghost was common in Africa, people always believe the spirit of their loved ones lingered around to watch and protect them from the evils of the world, so they don't end up like them in the world of the dead.