Nigerian Folk Stories Novels & Stories

I'm left alone with folded shirts and racing thoughts. Magic. Spells. Mind control. It sounds insane. But this is Nigeria—a place where traditional beliefs exist alongside modern life, where grandmothers still visit diviners and mothers warn their daughters about spiritual attacks. My own mother has told me stories about juju, about women who use supernatural means to trap wealthy men. I'd always dismissed those stories as folklore. But what if they weren't?

In Nigeria, there are some adventures you are very sure will hardly scale through Saturday, being a work-free day. Saturdays in Nigeria are known for sanitation, laundry, morning devotion, weddings, owambe, and party jollof rice. Talking about weddings, mom attended a wedding party. Mom's friend, who knows a certain someone that knows another person who is related to the bride's family invited her. Fridaous on the other hand will never miss an opportunity to devour a smoky jollof rice and munch on deliciously prepared stewed goat meat.

But, no condition is permanent unless you're six feet under. I'm from West Africa Nigeria. Let me tell you a little bit about my country. Nigeria has 36 states and in these many States, there are different cultures and traditions. I came from the Eastern Part of Nigeria, popularly known as the Igbo Tribe. Everything has a certain way it has been from the time of their ancestors and until now so anything that isn't of the norms is a big No and very much frowned upon. I was born into a family of four. I have an older brother, an older sister, then there is me and my baby sister. The numbers pretty much summed themselves up matching with the genders so there was no cheating.

May blinked her eyes, her mouth hanging open since it couldn't comprehend the shocking words that Edric had voiced out. "W-what?" her voice failed to be coherent. Nonetheless, due to her moving lips, he knew what she had said. "You heard me. Why fight over that? When you can just rewash the clothes." May's hands flew to her head as she exclaimed. "Mogbe!" It was a common word she'd heard so many Yoruba people say whenever they feel like they're dead or they've lost a battle. Bella was watching the scene and visibly enjoying the new Nollywood drama playing out in front of her.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

Since some bosses are being so dishonest finding it hard to financially settle at the end of the contract. Nigerians love living together. They have this unrelenting desire to discover different areas. They make sure they have meetings particularly on Sundays. A sort of come together, where money is at the center. A kind of Njangi as it`s known in Makepeville. In each sitting, a member of the meeting was liable for a collective contribution from the other members. This depending on the sum that was initially agreed upon. This also a means to raise money to reinvest in their business. Or start up a new business trend,”

"So tell me the long story ' he started inquisitively,after swallowing the first ball of food "What brings all of you back to Nigeria? She sipped a glass of cold water so as to begin her story "Dad ,everything is not alright" she began in dismay,pausing on her food He was thus driven to tell her to hold on with the story until after the food but he could not tell her He could not hold back his curiosity and worries . He instead just stared across to her with attention

he said to me. "Just admit already that you are the foolish one!" I said to him. "Why should I when I was the one that obviously removed her panties from your eyes?" She snorted and i cringed. "Shit! Dan, where did you get that word from, and what do you mean by she using her panties to cover my eyes?" I asked him. The figure of speech was confusing me. "It's a Nigerian word when they are trying to say, the woman had used her woman magic on you, knowing well you love her and make you stupid!" He lamented.

" Everyone started to mutter.... When Hannah saw her, she felt her soul leaving her body. A deep trouble for her.... She had lied she doesn't have a child and then one kid shows up and is calling her mum? A Nigerian slang to describe this situation perfectly is 'Dem don put Water for my garri. Omo my yam don done!'.... When Mark saw the cute looking girl who stood beside Stoic, he was shocked as well. Who is she? And why is she calling her mummy? She sure has a bit of resemblance to her...!!

“Those stories the fathers told us about how the people of Ndiocha were banished to the other side of the mountain, because they are flesh-eaters, are all false. The people of Ndiocha doesn’t eat people. There is one in your midst who had masterminded all these problems from the very beginning.” The roars of the people of Alaocha increased. “You are a liar,” The man on the royal zebra said and drew out his sword. The vein under his jaw twitched with heat of anger “I shall cut of your tongue and feed them to the dogs.” “Wait, I can prove it if you want,” “I don’t want any proof from a traitor like you. You stole our Ofor and gave it to these barbarians,” The anger that was burning in his eyes