Nigerian Myths Novels & Stories

Unfortunately this is an attitude that comes very late in the history of human development, and even then only to a small minority. Not only individuals but whole cultures feel a compulsion to offer answers when they don’t have any relevant facts. These stories, which are made up to cover gaps in our knowledge, are called myths. Probably the most all-pervasive myths are what are called creation myths, because (even today) nobody can really explain how the universe began, why there should be something rather than nothing, and yet it seems such a fundamental question that surely we must have SOME story to tell about it. The Bantu of Central Africa tell how in the beginning there was only darkn

he said resting his chin on my shoulder. “Femi let go” I said a little bit louder. “NO” he yelled back. “I’m never ever going to let you go. I can’t” he sobbed. I was dumbfounded for a second. Why would the almighty Femi the number one Yoruba Demon in Nigeria be crying because of me? “I love you Ama. Take my heart. Take everything I don’t care”

'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.

We all laughed and talked, I had completely forgotten about the guest hiding in my bedroom. "Oga seems to be cruel to you these days," Nkechi said. "He used to be so nice to you, what happened between you too." I froze and swallowed hard, the term Oga is used to describe your boss in Nigeria. I didn't have a reply to this question and only shrugged it off and smiled. It was better they think we are enemies than lovers.

Dayo and I move towards the room and my heart collapses into my feet when I see a body completely covered with white cloth. No way. "Where is Ike? "Dayo questions Ayo again. However, my gaze doesn't leave the image before me. "No be him be that? Ike done die! He done go! He done go leave us! "I hear Ayo screams and I turn around just in time to see him crashing to the ground. (Is that not him? Ike has died! He has gone! He has gone and left us!) Ike is dead? How? Why? For what? I never wanted to believe Ike was dead as we Nigerians most times say someone 'don die' (has died) when the person is in serious trouble.

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

"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

"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.

Talking with these children sent back the long forgotten memories of my youth in floods. The day I lost my mother; the last time I shed tears until I finally lost it in a wager to a gnome of the forest, the day I won my first wife Oshun in a wrestling contest, the day I got Oshe the shameless biter’, my far-famed battle axe from Shokoti the elder smith god to whom I paid in full, the blood and essence of a deity; Elegbara the Orishá of despair, bloodshed and violent deaths, Lanroye the trickster god’s twin. My battle-axe; ‘‘Oshe’’, it was called the shameless biter because it cuts anything regardless; mortals, monsters and gods, I won it in my eighteenth rains and with it, I slew my first go

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