Nigerian Folk Stories Novels & Stories

let's meet father to tell us a story before going to our beds," she pleaded, she knew that it will take almost all of them to persuade their father who was already ladened with a large bowl of Amala(cultural food) to tell them a story, the girls approached their father and pleaded that he tells them a story, their father was in a good mood, he agreed to their offer, looking around he said, "then get something to sit on, I shall be telling you girls a short story." Hearing this, Bimbo's face lit up as she plastered a smile on her face, her father had agreed to tell them a story, she quickly

' 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.

Maria responded quickly. "The people of the east lived in a village in ancient Igboland which you can find in the eastern part of Nigeria. In the eighteenth century, a woman with child escaped from their village. Her name was Nwakaego. She was beautiful, smart and strong. In fact, she was fearless. Very few people know about her impact in the whole of Igboland except for experts in the field of ancient history that is related to Africa." The chairman paused to catch his breath. "For years now, we have been doubting the existence of a life form that moves freely in the dark. We have cut across history to prove that they still exist but we have made no progress because of lack of physical evid

Sarah said raising her injured hands in salutation and Christabel burst into fits of wild giggles. "Eh!, Christabel, blood is dripping from your head!" She screamed concern edged in her sluggish voice slanting her pain. Again, that sharp, sluggish, acquainted and chummy screams. 💥💥💥 Glossary of Nigerian words according to how it is used in the chapter. Jahwe - it is fondly added to words to show their emergency. Oya - it means do fast or be fast. Olofofo - busy-body. Khaki no be leather - it was used to show or tell how crucial one could be.

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

Tanisha swallowed a lump in her throat relishing the story behind her twin sister's abhorrence for Nigerians, she has every right. How can a man be intimate with his blood sister? That is just preposterous, incongruous and ludicrous! They once heard that Nigerians and most especially, the Hausas don't even play around with one another only for them to hear this inconsistent story about them being intimate all of a sudden? She would've gone to Nigeria and make sure the man is emasculated, he is not supposed to have what he is proud of. It was too late when she heard, just few months ago and the man is dead after suffering from an unknown disease for twelve years.

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).

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.”

'Let me read you the next story,' she said eagerly. 'What's the title?' 'Charrey, the Parrot. I bet you will find it intriguing.' 'With all pleasure, go on,' Jerome encouraged. Anuri began evenly, her eyes alight with joy. “Back in history, in the land of Okirika, the riverine area of Nigeria, there lived a woman. She was tall, fair complexioned and very beautiful. Her name was Nima. Nima was a single woman so she lived all alone in her four-bedroom domicile.

"That's okay, kids. Sometimes Nyasaye brings his blessings in a disguise. Some time long ago in the history of our people, before we were all born, a terrible plague broke out in the sea and began spreading to the land. A swarm of tiny insects emanated from whence nobody knew, and invaded people's homes, menacing their health and peace. They bit nobody, but buzzed in people's ears and entered the eyes of kids and animals. Then people thought... mmmmh, what shall we do to end this? Is it that Nyasaye and the spirits are angry? So they went to the mountains and offered sacrifices, and Nyasaye returned to his people and spoke by the mouth of a seer... He said, 'Look at my people. I give them f