Nigerian Myths Novels & Stories

"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.

Mo couldn't care less, she wasn't here for their entertainment and there weren't here for fun either. "But that's okay because English is the formal language of the country." Will quickly said to cheer the pouting brunette up. And got a round of 'thanks God's from his younger audience who were relieved that they would be able to communicate with the locals with ease. "Give us another. Doctor Moore." This time a guy with sandy blonde hair urged. Will quickly glanced at his phone to read out another fact for his delighted audience. "Well let me see here...." He muttered to himself. "Nigeria's main religions are Islam and Christianity. Others are classified under traditional worship."

Maxwell was so confused now, he had always thought something was off with Goodluck, but he didn't say anything about it, but with what he just said he sounded insane, did he forget his father was long dead and buried, or has he been seeing his father's ghost, seeing ghost was common in Africa, people always believe the spirit of their loved ones lingered around to watch and protect them from the evils of the world, so they don't end up like them in the world of the dead.

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

Working as an assistant supervisor in a local restaurant located in festac, Lagos. Those were the information my chief of security had gotten when I'd asked him to search everything he could about her. "Guy, you look lost" my friend, Ekene said, sipping his drink. We were at an exclusive bar, in Lekki. A well known area in Lagos. "I'm not lost." I said, glaring at him because deep down I knew I was lost. In my thoughts. Ekene chuckled, taking another sip. "When last did you get laid?"

Matendechere told her there were old foundations and wells that made it dangerous for her to go there, she was to be still and wait until Abednego comes. Matendechere told her that several people who came here looking for magic powers had gone missing in the woods, but it was apparent that of all those people who came never crossed the second creek either. A few people who had risked getting close to the second creek claimed they had seen ghosts amongst the trees, and that lore alone was enough to convince her to stay close until Abednego comes. "Until he comes," Nina yelled at the woman. "What if something terrible has happened to him?" She asked Matendechere.

(you guys are to afraid yoruba people) Shegun "Na Wetin you dey talk? Who dey fear pass Igbo people? Small mallam go come shake talisman for your face, you go come run like rabbit. (what are you talking? Who is more afraid than you igbo people? A mallam will come to do his talisman at your face and you will run like rabbit 🐰) I nearly laughed as I heard the guys arguing between themselves. They always manage to put some laughter in any situation no matter how dire.

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

I shuddered in fear. Dogs crying in the dark hour signifies a bad omen in Nigeria. A superstition, belief. I don't know how true it is, but Dogs are said to be spiritual, because they see spirits and ghost. They have an inner eye, third eye or something like that, they see things in the spiritual realm.

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.