Nigerian Mythology Novels & Stories

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

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

"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.

It can never be me! "This is Ogun (god of thunder); all that he accepts for anything, be it sacrifice, seeking forgiveness, and so on, is palm oil." He pointed at a carved god, as he poured palm oil on it, chanting some incantations. "We need to do this for all the gods present here, but not with palm oil." He said. "If it's not palmoil, then what is it?" Alex asked. "Alcohol; the traditional alcohol, which some call 'dry gin' " He answered.

He turned away from her so she could only see his profile. Nyla had never considered her name before. Did regular humans think about why they were called humans? “No.” “Menhit is the goddess of war in ancient Egyptian culture,” he told her. “She was pictured as a lioness. Her name literally means ‘one who massacres.’”

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

Seyi's POV Mama always said not to play with the waters, because we never know what might come out of it. Oyo state, Nigeria, Africa, one of the state that houses the second biggest city in the world, Ibadan, was bubbling because of the time of the year. But, not in my compound, never in it. Papa was a known man in our village, an elder, an adviser. I was the last child, in a family of six. All boys, one girl. I was once told I had beautiful eyes, but I've never reacted well to compliments so I either show too much enthusiasm or none at all. In time, people stopped complimenting me, and I could breathe easy. I woke up that morning, and it wasn't the cock crow that alerted me to the sounds of

Jimmy stopped looking about and gave Vince his full attention. “This is a Vèvè,” said Vince, pointing at the flour pattern. “To summon the Orisha Elegguá, Lord of the Crossroads, opener of doors.” “Is an Orisha like a Loa?” “Yes, but they come from Africa, not Haiti. Elegguá manifests both as a child and an old man. You need a child’s curiosity to find the city beneath the city, but you need an old man’s wisdom to walk its streets.”

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. "

Nne shouted at Lydia. "Nne let mama query her o. Let us know the magic she used to fetch the water"Ogechi chirped in to support her mother. "What is this new problem I have to face now?"