Nigeria Folklore Novels & Stories

Mo couldn't care less, she wasn't here for their entertainment and there weren't here for fun either. "But that's okay because English is the formal language of the country." Will quickly said to cheer the pouting brunette up. And got a round of 'thanks God's from his younger audience who were relieved that they would be able to communicate with the locals with ease. "Give us another. Doctor Moore." This time a guy with sandy blonde hair urged. Will quickly glanced at his phone to read out another fact for his delighted audience. "Well let me see here...." He muttered to himself. "Nigeria's main religions are Islam and Christianity. Others are classified under traditional worship."

“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

"Where else, to the hideout." AN: runs girl is a Nigerian street word for prostitute. Onitemi is a Yoruba word which literally translates to 'mine'. Agbada is a flowing gown (mostly white) worn by the Yoruba men (or women at times) to celebrate festivities while iro and buba is a blouse and wrapper worn by Yoruba women to outings, festivities and even for fashion at times. Hey madam, where you dey go by this time of the night: is Nigerian pidgin and it literally means; hey ma'am, where are you headed at his hour of the night

Part I When you have everything, what could you possibly desire? CHAPTER ONE His Royal Majesty, Pierre Paul Abutu Ph.D (Honoris Causa), JP, the current Attah of Igala and a native of Igalamela-Odolu Local Government Area of Kogi State, Nigeria, is my name. This is my story, and these are my love affairs.

A round of applause for her, please", Emeka said. We all clapped. Emeka introduced the next picture, a smiling couple running playfully in a green field, they were holding hands. It was at that point that we left for another group. 🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅 Suya- a specially prepared meat with main ingredients being pepper, onions e.t.c. Originated from Northern Nigeria. Jigida- a string of beads worn on the waist by Nigerian women. It is also known as "Ileke" and "Lagidigba" in Yoruba. Hope you enjoyed this chapter?😊 Please, don't forget to vote🙏

Seyi's POV Mama always said not to play with the waters, because we never know what might come out of it. Oyo state, Nigeria, Africa, one of the state that houses the second biggest city in the world, Ibadan, was bubbling because of the time of the year. But, not in my compound, never in it. Papa was a known man in our village, an elder, an adviser. I was the last child, in a family of six. All boys, one girl. I was once told I had beautiful eyes, but I've never reacted well to compliments so I either show too much enthusiasm or none at all. In time, people stopped complimenting me, and I could breathe easy. I woke up that morning, and it wasn't the cock crow that alerted me to the sounds of

The attention of the men returned when Pa Uta continued, “The children of the night took one of our own, Ginika, the son of Jide and Ngozi, of the tribe of water mage in the Kingdom of Umudike.” “What a tragedy. That boy is a stubborn lad, but he deserves more than to die in the hands of vampires.” Pa Ikenna shook his head “He is as good as dead. Perhaps we should continue with our activities and mourn him with the others.” “What?” Bola exclaimed, and flared his glare with disbelief at Pa Ikenna who had just spoken for the first time. “Bring your voice down,” Pa Uta warned, “We don’t want the people to start poking their heads in what we are saying.” his words hanged on the air for a while b

her voice breaks down but she wouldn't cry. " By cutting yourself, by cutting your precious thighs,is that how you pay for your sins! Ada,are you an Ógbanje(a sort of evil child in Eastern Nigeria)? "My God ,no! What kind of a question is that? Her voice sharp and a little bit loud while answering the question. " Then why do you cut yourself. Don't give me that crap that it's because of your incest love for your brother" she moves closer to Ada,almost whispering.

She started crying, "obim wake up biko! I have kil-led my husband oh. What will I tell my people if they ask me what kil-led him" So Ify believes that I'm dead. She should tell them that she kil-led me with sēx, I thought. Anyway, God forbid, such can never ki-ll me. Let me listen to her. See the way she's crying bitterly. "baby please wake up o, If you leave me who will I talk to? who will i play and gist with? who will I be preparing ofe nsala (white soup) for..?" Ofe nsala is my favorite soup and she knows how to cook it. I'm still listening to her.

' 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.