Nigerian Folk Stories Novelas e Histórias

I said, sticking out my tongue, as I pulled at his beards. "No, let's go top that baby." he mouthed, lifting me up and carrying me towards the house. Well I got my self a rare man. ******************* Glossary: Ojuju-- A feigned Monster used to scare kids in Nigeria. Nepa-- National electric power authority.

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.

Something I had never done. With Sola, there were a lot of things I found myself doing which I didn't usually do. Like staying up late at night just to talk with someone. "Tell me about your family." she said, staring at me. I cleared my throat. "Nothing much about my family. My dad and my mom are happily retired and they stay together in Abuja. I have a younger sister who is a model and a lawyer. Her name is fayokunmi. I also have a... Half brother who is a year younger than me. He doesn't stay around here though. "

Aunty lydia said as she held on to the two thousand naira. My eyes were already getting watery. What did i do again? Why were they always looking for a means to punish me? I knelt down trying to beg aunty lydia but she pushed me to the floor. Ogechi brought a turning-stick for garri and handed it to aunty Lydia who immediately started using it on me. I screamed in agony as more and more strokes kept on hitting my body. "What..what..what is happening?"Nne said as she stepped outside with her working stick supporting her steps.

Oníkálukú jèjé ewúré Others offered sheep Oníkálukú jèjé àgùtàn, àgùtàn bòlòjò Others offered goats Olúrónbí èjé omo re Oluronbi offered her child Omo re a pón bí epo Her beautiful child Olúrónbí ò jo jo Ìrókò jojo [The last twolinesarejustchorus] It was the song that got me, making my Nostalgic. Oh. I miss my Grandma, she used to tell us folktales like this. The hall erupted in applauses when the drama ended. The other drama were from the other tribes, a short Igbo film and a yoruba dance drama. Then, the cultural dance, my favorite aspect. I've been a fan of cultural dances since I was kid. I've participated in cultural dances since I was in primary school.

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.

, the female was Eji, the bringer of rain, and Arakongudu, the bringer of lightning and thunder, they were husband and wife, first of gods, to give birth to children, and many were their children, but there was a set of twins, named Odo and Ina, and this story is about them, when they had grew up, the two goddess were allowed to go form their own path in life, the gentle one became water for all men, and the stubborn became fire and was the fire for all men, this one was the one that made herself human and loved a man who was a King, though she was thousands of years old yet she loved the king, their relationship did not last, as soon as she gave birth to a girl, she named Morolake, she left

His beard was as white as the sooth themselves and looked as if they needed shaving badly. “Soon, the emperor would dispatch more of his taskmasters to this side of the field. We can plead with them, and they would perhaps see things from our viewpoint. Heaven help us if they don’t kill anybody. The only option Is to continue our work as if nothing happened.” He continued remorsefully. “That would be difficult for Kichi,” Pa Uta said, and the choirs of eyes went back to the man whose wife was still raining curses on the taskmaster “We have other problems though,” 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 a

I said to the old man just as he finished the last piece of kola nut on his plate. "Have you heard of the Nigerian-Biafran war? The war where many Igbo men and women were killed by the Northerners and the Westerners in this country?" The old man asked. "I haven't heard of the war," I replied. "You are misinformed but I will tell you a story about life. It is not related to the Nigerian-Biafran war though. I will tell you the story using a poem my father taught me when I was young. The title of the poem is: Tale."

Still trying to find her brother, she wiped her eyes with the back of her ragged sleeve, but again the tears welled up when she looked around and didn't find him anywhere, instead met with the faces of strangers, all having no interest or pity for her. Everyone walked past, unhinged by the baby's cries, times were hard indeed, and in turn it had hardened their hearts, all the talk of road side beggers that used alms they received for rituals had gotten to the public. They had started as rumours, might have even been made up stories, but those were the kind of stories that the average Nigerian didn't wait to investigate, instead of helping and falling prey, they'd rather not be the ones to pr