Novel & Cerita Nigeria Folklore

She let the thoughts of Toba off her mind and dialed her cousin's number to finish their previous conversation. Glossary: Egba Mi ooh. : A sentence in Yoruba language that means 'Save me please' Na you sabi : A Nigeria pidgin sentence used to mean 'its your business' Na you be mama now nah : A Nigeria pidgin sentence that means "You're a boss lady now." Gist me nah: meaning 'gist me' I no dey hear you well : A sentence in Nigeria pidgin used to mean "I can't hear you audibly."

Uche lifted his brow and was watching the King as though he had developed a tail. “The evil forest where unwanted babies are disposed of and left to die.” It was Gorcha, King Nnaji’s war strategist that spoke. “Living in the north, we believe that the people of Ame have a forest where they dispose of abominable babies. And rumors have it that the spirit of the west resides there.” “Oh,” Uche chuckled, “You mean the forest of Iyi? No spirits are residing there. It is just a place where rubbish is being disposed of.”

---- Headgear Agbada ---- A native attire of the Yoruba people Iro and buba ---- A native attire for females in Nigeria Lace --- a clothing material with holes in it. Yoruba--- A tribe in Nigeria Fulani --- Also a tribe in Nigeria Igbo ----- A tribe in Nigeria

“Long ago, nestled within the heart of a verdant tropical forest in West Africa, lay the secluded village of Marugbo. This unique enclave, the sole region in Africa graced by the majestic Iroko trees, was home to the serene and enigmatic tribe known as the Mahines. Despite their apparent primitiveness, the Mahines possessed a rich tapestry of traditions and rituals, a near-civilized culture that had flourished in isolation for over a millennium. According to legend, an extraordinary event shattered their tranquil existence. The youngest daughter of the village chief, a mere eighteen years old, inexplicably found herself with child, despite having never engaged in any carnal relations. Her st

(you guys are to afraid yoruba people) Shegun "Na Wetin you dey talk? Who dey fear pass Igbo people? Small mallam go come shake talisman for your face, you go come run like rabbit. (what are you talking? Who is more afraid than you igbo people? A mallam will come to do his talisman at your face and you will run like rabbit 🐰) I nearly laughed as I heard the guys arguing between themselves. They always manage to put some laughter in any situation no matter how dire.

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

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.

She nods once and slips out, leaving me alone with folded shirts and a storm brewing inside my chest. For a long time, I just stand there. The hum of the dryer fills the silence, but my mind races. Candles. Blood. Control. Could any of it be real? Nigeria is a place where belief walks hand in hand with modern life. We still whisper about juju and charms, about people who use unseen forces to get what they want. I always thought those stories were just fear dressed as folklore. Now I’m not so sure. ---

“What is it?” “What do you mean by that? I should be asking you that.. what the fuck is it? Why is that girl here.” He ranted. His face expressed disgust when he said ‘that girl’ “First of all. You need to talk about Ama with more respect from now on. I won’t tolerate that nonsense from you Kola. Kí ni ó ṣe sí ọ rí?(what did she ever do to you?)” I spoke in my native language of Yoruba. Any time my head was full, it alway came through.