Nigerian Myths Novels & Stories

Have you ever wondered what life will be like if you weren't born the way you were? Have you wondered why people judge others for a situation they can't control? If you haven't, then welcome to my life. Welcome to my world, the world of Rabel Ichie Uzoamaka, the shunned maiden of Mabudazou. “Witch”, I hear a villager mutter as I passed her by, “Ekwensu's(is an evil proprietor; he's the god of all things evil) child,” another spat.

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.”

he said. After Ibekwe joined the rest of the children and sat down, the storyteller crossed his legs and opened his mouth and began to sing a song. The art of storytelling in Igbo land was as old as the language itself. Some of the folklores were derived from imaginations, history, fear, and strange beliefs in the ability of animals to speak, which added texture and beauty to the stories when told. Other stories were mere myths that were intended to scare children or dissuade them from doing a particular thing.

It wasn't too much of a big surprise to me cause I have heard plus watch such things happen in Nollywood movies. "what kind of news is this?" one of the elder asked no one in particular. "we've not heard such thing happening before." "first. The constant malaria affecting the people because of mosquito bites now the stream. Are you sure the gods ain't angry at us?" another added. I rolled my eyes. Who believes in gods these days? "what do we do? The stream is our only source of water." another complained. I could clearly see confusion on the kings face. He was feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he had nothing in mind to tell his people at the sudden news.

The cigarette had long burned out, while its stub lay on an immaculate crystal tray, with particles of ash around it. “The goddess will not like this at all. Two initiates dead on the same night… I just hope they delivered enough people throughout their period of membership.” He was right that the goddess would not be happy with the death of the two initiates, as the portrait of the goddess in Timmy’s bedroom depicted her as a stern-looking Senior Nigerian Air Force officer, inspecting jet fighters and several rockets and bombs to be loaded on them. Twenty-four hours to the weekly meeting that Saturday, I was coming out of the kitchen into the sitting room, when I saw the programme on televi

I said disagreeing with my mum. If you are a Nigerian and you have a Nigerian mum like mine then you should understand how Nigerian mums exaggerate and act like drama queens. "So I am lying, abi?, Awon ale baba e ni oniro [your father's concubines are the liars]". Only God knows what dad's concubines ever did to her, every little curse was always passed over to them, I just pity them if there were any.

He turned it on and changed the channel to a Nigerian station I sat on the cushion chair I was sitting before dad arrived Me: why do you like watching Nigerian shows? Anibe : cause I wanna know how life is there Me: isn't it boring? Chubi: not all. Some are quite interesting. And funny Anibe : do you know that place is filled with drama and memers? Me: I don't know Anibe : I wish we could travel there sometime Chubi: me too Me: I don't They looked at me Anibe : prodigal daughter

The Yoruba phrase is a kind of insult for people trying to behave differently, mostly in a sophisticated manner. * Oya: is a Nigerian slang that has no definite meaning, however, it is used in a given context which could mean come, let's go, start or basically just an endearment to begin something or respond. * Nwanne gị nwanyị na-ewe iwe maka ihe ọ bụla: this your sister easily gets annoyed for nothing * Ka m nu ihe: let me hear word/something

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.

"She said she got into a canoe that was padling itself. She mentioned there were two oldly dressed man and woman in the canoe and they behaved so strange. Once she alighted out of the canoe, she said they suddenly vanished into thin air" Nonso was dumbstruck by what Jordan said. Jordan raised an eyebrow at him and laughed noticing how his face had suddenly become pale. "It's weird right? What should I call that um voodoo shit? I really couldn't believe it myself either and I still don't understand it" Nonso sighed and shook his head. "I've heard of spirits but I never believed stories of people coming in contact with spirits. But hearing this is really surprising. Amarachi should come and te