Novel & Cerita Nigeria Folklore

Madu left the village angrily and threatened revenge! Odogwu was a sanguine in the group. His talkative nature aided his performance in the stand-up comedy he does few minutes before the band perform at a concert. As the name implied ‘warrior’, he was a warrior in talking too much. He was very insultive. Whether make sense or not, you’d always see him talking, contributing his view and shallow understanding in every discussion. He was involved in one intense argument or the other, making some senseless comparisons. Yoruba’s called him ‘Gbeborun’ or ‘Solo Makinde iyawo dejo’ cos he usually engaged in gossip, his type sleep-talks at night. Never release your secrets to him unless you are prepa

With large, dark shadows and unidentifiable animal sounds, Igodo forest became the bloodiest places where the blood sacking spirits took refuge. It is the forest of that has been rumoured to be the home to the all kinds of ogrism with different shapes, ranging from bats, human beings, some with heads like owls, the shape of a dog and the body of a human being. There were also some caves and valleys known as valleys of No Return, they said to be where the sorceress Matendechere now lives. It is the only place that has strange disappearances and those who entered never saw the light again. Nina knew that she wasn't sure if she will come out alive, but she was determined to go get the sorcerer

"The gods do not exist." It was the break of the day, people began to troop into Mazi Ileka's house following the wailing they heard in the early hours. People tried to hear from the woman and her husband, but it seemed none of them was ready to speak. The villagers concluded that Ajonwa bulls had made away with Ije. Such wails were mostly heard whenever Ajonwa bulls kidnap any maiden in the community. Some of the villagers who could not wait for the couple to address them took the rumor and circulated it around the whole village.

Jared revealed, Aghogho giggled, he took one step towards Jared, “Are you talking about the history book of the Beast kingdom written by a so called ancient Forest Nymph, where the Beast in the bottomless hole is located? See you. It was all a lie, the stories, Dragons, the Beast in the bottomless hole. They are all fables we say to our cubs at moonlight stories.” “Are we? Are we fables?!” Jared asked. Aghogho groaned suddenly his appearances changed as he grew bigger, wilder and hairier, his nails grew sharper and his canine teeth also as he thudded towards Jared.

It was a sight I could get used to. We eventually left the house and I allowed myself to truly be at ease with her. We walked along aimlessly to our assumed spot. The riverbank. As we reached it, she ran towards the water. It shocked me. I raced after her. She ran until she was knee-deep in the murky grey water. She looked at me and smiled almost teasingly. I quirked an eyebrow but decided to las it and follow her into the cold depth. We swam across the breadth of the lake and reached a collection of rocks on the far end of the water. I recognised it immediately as the place I used to play with water spirits. Oshun's mystical waters were rumoured to collect in northern Nigeria and rain into

To be continued Ogun- Yoruba god of iron, fire, hunting, war, and politics Ayao- Yoruba goddess of air Amadioha- Igbo god of lightning Ekwensu- Igbo god of war, and the father of all magics, and he is a playful god and a trickster Ala-Igbo goddess of earth, fertility and creativity.

Korede's POV "I don't want to move Dad" I complain to my Dad. He's just finished telling me he was relocated to the US and as usual I was the last in the whole house to know. Okay let me give a brief introduction of my self. I am Korede Bello. I am seventeen years old, I was born in Lagos, Nigeria and that's the only place I have ever known, my life and friends are here. I have even got my music. I love to sing, music has always been an escape for me. I have two siblings. Jasmine; who's the first born and Ezra; who's the second and I am the last... Which brings us back to the real story (how my life just got ruined).

Igboland, 1810 Blackwheel was amazed when Nneka came out from her hut covered with sweat. Before she came out, he was staring at the backyard of her hut with a look of utter amazement at the silence that had arose immediately the strange creature had left. Nwakaego was beside him, looking even more dazed that she had seen a strange creature in Igboland at an unpleasant hour of the night. “I want to see my mother. It is very important,” Nneka demanded as soon as she saw Blackwheel. “I will tell you what I have heard after I have spoken to my mother. What I want to tell her is important to your mission and the discovery of your rare necklace.”

I said, giving a fake yawn. "Yes, and I made you breakfast", She said and that was when I noticed the tray she was holding in her hands. "Oh wow, how lovely", I said as she kept the tray on my lap and I sat up to open it. "I opened the covers and immediately the aroma of the food hit me so hard I salivated. " Damn, what is this? ", I questioned. I looked at the food and it was looking strange. I had never seen anything like it. " It's a native delicacy in Nigeria. It's called Ekpangńkukwo. Made from grating cocoyam. It's more like a cocoyam porridge", she explained.

"The Yemoja (fish people) has always been a vital part of the Yoruba belief system. The Yoruba's believe that there are worlds within our world and the underwater realm of the Yemoja is just one of them. What you would call myths and superstitions are indeed stories lost in time. Most African languages had no written form, so our ancestors passed down their knowledge, wisdom, and documentation of their experiences through oral tradition. The people of this town have always had contact with the water people and they have always lived among us," Baba Fatomi explained.