Novel & Cerita Igbo Mythology

All he had ever done was keep them safe. "Can you explain better?" "Of course, Jide," Godson said, taking the time to lose the first button of his shirt. But for the torchlight, only the man's bright eyes would have been visible. "Your father belongs to a tribe of people called Osu. According to legend, during the breaking of the world, about some six hundred years ago, there was a great war that shook the bedrock of the earth itself. It was a cold war between our tribe and a distant enemy tribe. However, the enemy village was more powerful and would have destroyed the land if Kamalu and his two friends had not sought the face of the gods."

Thank God Ogola did not discover he had a bastard in his family, and who could tell how many they were after such a long time of extramarital affairs? The next malefic act was that in which Osayo tried to cast off an evil spirit from his son to Ogola's. It seemed ancestral spirits had a craving for his blood. After they had attacked his eldest son at a tender age, they came back for yet another son. This time round, instead of consulting a seer, commonly known as ajuoga, he consulted jabilo (a sorcerer practising harmful witchcraft) who tried to send off the evil spirit to the young Okech. Unfortunately, the witchcraft boomeranged and ended up killing his possessed son. Ogola discovered the

Gbenga brushed a hand on the corner of his mouth, where Lex had brushed. He tasted copper. Gbenga brought out an old-fashioned knife as he swung it in front of Lex, who felt like a bag of injuries, yet as light as a feather. The man swung it again, trying to cut Lex, who examined the knife. The Blade of Obianze. Before the colonial masters came, in the east, there lived a highly skilled ritualistic man, Ghọta ihe jọgburu onwe ya, Obianze the Horrible. He was known for performing what people of the old called ‘Sacred’ a ritual done to appease the gods which they believed resides behind the clouds. Obianze offered burnt offerings to these gods whenever one of their own had committed folly. The

Very early, they set out, before long, they were in the Kingdom of Igado, and were led by some men into the shrine to see the great sorceress Omaye, When, she saw them, she laughed and sat down on a bunch of a full broom facing downward, that couldn't had been able to handle the weight of a child, when she looked at Adesuna, she smiled and fetched a bowl of water from a basket full of water, he

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.

the hunter admitted, pulling a stool close to him so he could sit down properly and see Blackwheel's face clearly in the dark. "Do you believe in Igweka-ala?" The hunter asked. "Who is Igweka-ala?" Blackwheel asked, feeling confused. "He is a potent Igbo god that we worship. He grants us supernatural powers. He gives us the ability to see in the dark when no one is watching. He is our everything." "I have never heard of such a god," Blackwheel said, draining the remaining liquid left in his gourd. "The way you speak about him with confidence, I am guessing he must be a powerful being."

' Somto chuckled and picked up the baby, going to seat on a long chair. 'Speaking of stories,' he said. 'Do you guys wanna hear a traditional folklore instead?' 'Yes, please!' said the children, excited to hear an Igbo folklore for the first time. They quickly went to find places to seat. Somto adjusted Baby Kanayo on his laps with a smile and cleared his throat. 'Once upon a time . . .' *(Also 'Oyinbo') A Caucasian; a white person.

Jimmy stopped looking about and gave Vince his full attention. “This is a Vèvè,” said Vince, pointing at the flour pattern. “To summon the Orisha Elegguá, Lord of the Crossroads, opener of doors.” “Is an Orisha like a Loa?” “Yes, but they come from Africa, not Haiti. Elegguá manifests both as a child and an old man. You need a child’s curiosity to find the city beneath the city, but you need an old man’s wisdom to walk its streets.”

Miriam introduced the man on her left. “This is Afiki, leader of the Igbo tribe serving the Diety Aganju, God of fire and earth” She introduced the man to her right. “My pleasure to meet you” Blue greeted in a respectful manner. “You look just like your mother” Afiki complimented admiring her. “Blue, today is a special day in our tribe, according to the ritual my teenage son would become an adult and join the hunting warriors” She said with pride on her face for her son, it was a good day for her and the smile on her face showed how glad she was.

— I point at the twins — “Are not going anywhere. If you like, sit down there and be doing like idiot. Thank God it's your friend that's at the gate.” I take a slice of bread, grinning triumphantly at Joy who glares at me before finally standing up. “He-he-he.” I chuckle. ... Words/phrases and their meanings: * Ugu — an Igbo word for Pumpkin leaves * Shey — right? * Nyama — disgusting * Oyinbo dey do am — white people do it * Feast of Passover — a biblical festival that commemorates Israel's deliverance from slavery in Egypt