Nigerian Myths Novels & Stories

he said to me. "Just admit already that you are the foolish one!" I said to him. "Why should I when I was the one that obviously removed her panties from your eyes?" She snorted and i cringed. "Shit! Dan, where did you get that word from, and what do you mean by she using her panties to cover my eyes?" I asked him. The figure of speech was confusing me. "It's a Nigerian word when they are trying to say, the woman had used her woman magic on you, knowing well you love her and make you stupid!" He lamented.

To be continued Ogun- Yoruba god of iron, fire, hunting, war, and politics Ayao- Yoruba goddess of air Amadioha- Igbo god of lightning Ekwensu- Igbo god of war, and the father of all magics, and he is a playful god and a trickster Ala-Igbo goddess of earth, fertility and creativity.

Ada exclaimed, “Such words against the goddess could ruin your life forever.” Chinwe laughed but said nothing. She started on with her clothes as if flippant, but Ada could read the fright on her face. Stories have it that outlaws, who violated or committed sacrilege in the land, were flogged to death by this mysterious goddess of the seas and rivers. Even though the truth to these claims was farfetched as it passes orally, from one generation to the next, people held it with so much fear and awe. Paranoid it seems, but ignorance of the unknown wakes the fear within.

Richard was bisexual. However, it didn’t hurt her that he was. Isioma was used to being around LGBTQ+ people even back home in Nigeria. In Aba, some men married men as wives. Even in the Igbo land at large, there were older women in various family clans who would always get married to the younger women who lost their husbands to one form of tragedy or the other.

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

She nods once and slips out, leaving me alone with folded shirts and a storm brewing inside my chest. For a long time, I just stand there. The hum of the dryer fills the silence, but my mind races. Candles. Blood. Control. Could any of it be real? Nigeria is a place where belief walks hand in hand with modern life. We still whisper about juju and charms, about people who use unseen forces to get what they want. I always thought those stories were just fear dressed as folklore. Now I’m not so sure. ---

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.”