West African Folk Tales Novels & Stories

' Somto chuckled and picked up the baby, going to seat on a long chair. 'Speaking of stories,' he said. 'Do you guys wanna hear a traditional folklore instead?' 'Yes, please!' said the children, excited to hear an Igbo folklore for the first time. They quickly went to find places to seat. Somto adjusted Baby Kanayo on his laps with a smile and cleared his throat. 'Once upon a time . . .' *(Also 'Oyinbo') A Caucasian; a white person.

"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.

Dave held on to his brother and tried to leave the space of the moon goddess. " We the wolves got summoned by the moon goddess" Simon being part of the moon goddess said holding on to the other two behind still they tried walking astray of his words but they found out there was nothing to hide from and the moon goddess could punish them for that act they returned to the meeting held in their names.

Once upon a time, in the age of war, magic and cruelty. "Adesuna" became the King of "Odudu," a kingdom located in west Africa. The foundation of "Odudu" was laid at the expense of the blood of Warriors, "Odudu" Was one of the most powerful kingdoms in the region of West Africa, "Adesuna" king of "Odudu" was the only son of Adeshina, a Yoro by tribe, he was a valiant fighter from his youth, who latter became a mighty King, he became a sorcerer when human strength couldn't face the tide of time. It was an age when men fought to own anything, warriors fought for lands as well as kings, every king was a warrior-king. The language of this time was the language of combat, a language that is not t

" And just walked away, there the goddess sensed she must have lost her brain and had successfully brought to life a genuine saint, she then remembered it was a success after all, a perfect human for the activation of the shadowfighters. A BETTER STORYTELLER There was a rumors sirculating among people of Osin and the wealthy land of peace, a story teller who tells story of great interest, all children and youths loved her stories, they called the greater story teller of all time, and where she had heard all these stories became mystery, most of these stories happened and real, but she could not have knew about them, unless someone who witnessed them told it to her. But even during the war

“Well Amaka is dead now eh, fairytale did not prepare her for someone like Mugabe or she wouldn’t have worked for him in the first place.’’ Shango snapped finally losing his infinite patience. Babybaby was silent, her lower lip quavers, everybody stiffened in apprehension, waiting for the dam to break. But the thunder god sighed and awkwardly patted her on the head like she was a dangerous beast. “I spoke rashly child, forgive me, fairytale is not silly, neither is folklore for both teaches its own lesson, the hours draw near witching hour, it’s not time for a baby to be up.’’ “I’m not a baby,’’ Babybaby protested between sniffs and yawns. “Tell me another story please a mixture of fairytale

“The very same powers you and I just happened to be discussing just last week.” “Yeah,” Leesa admitted. “That’s how this came up.” “Tales of the waziri are most common from Eastern Europe. They were a small, very reclusive clan. It’s said they used their powers for good, against the forces of darkness, outside the view of humanity for the most part. The tales seem to have died out more than a hundred years ago.” Leesa listened closely. So far, all this fit with what Rave had told her. The part about the waziri acting as a check against the forces of darkness was new, though, and very welcome.

Leah also gave a look of disapproval. "Callie, I agree with them. I just wasted my time." I got up when I remembered that I was on my way to the garden. "What? Those stories are pretty lame, to begin with." "Not when nana tells them." The kids retorted. Nana arrived soon to tell a different version of the first werewolf that happened in Egypt where people considered shapeshifting a gift and not a curse. I grew up listening to nana's stories, about demon kings and dragon queens and all things fantasy. My all-time favorite was the story of my mother, except for the part where she dies.

He stalks towards me, his hand jetting out into the open and tearing away my silk top. I gasp and clutch at my now naked breasts. He reaches forward and then snatches my bottoms away while my hands are busy covering my breasts. I cry out in shock, my eyes widening in disbelief. Will he rape me? Will he go back on his word that he promised to keep for so long. Now I'm completely naked and vulnerable. He charges me, and like a scared little doe, I run. His eyes blacken with lust. "You should know never to run from a wolf." I instantly understand the line, since the Hausa symbol is the wolf and it's the most respected animal in the kingdom.