Humour

Nnam eze, a kpàtà m enyi My father, king, I have bought and brought Elephant. Nnam eze, a kpàtà m enyi My father, king, I have bought and brought Elephant.

Once upon a time in the land of folk tales, Mbe The Tortoise decided it was time to marry, he had become a farmer and the only way he could get his crops sold in the market was if he had a wife, as that was the rule of the land. Women without husbands could not own farmlands and men without wives could not own market stalls. Even though tortoise needed a wife to gain permission to sell his good at the market, he did not want a wife from his village, because all the women in his village knew him to be poor, lazy, cunning, sneaky, smart, vindictive, uncultured, and wise, and so they did not want to marry him.

The Day The Gods Answered: Free to read short...

After I left the hospital I received a call from Bola reminding me that I had promised to spend a night at his place. Personally because some part of me I did not know was missing him, plus I did not feel like sleeping in my room alone since I had slept in peacefully while my best friend was wherever she was suffering

It was non of her business, this was not a story she should be involved with. But the two men had mad it thing, arguing about their size and sexual prowess in class, but since they were comparing sizes, she had to know the winner.

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The Snake and The Two Lonely Men: African Folktales, ...

Femi wanted to take her there and then, but he had indeed been paying hard to get. Not so she could chase him some more,

The Jackal snapped back to his present and clumped his jaw close to The Peacock’s neck but could not bring himself to clench his teeth.

While the sons had built houses for themselves, the wild son refused to live in a house and when the youngest daughter crossed over, he smelled her and attacked her, and she cried for help.

“How about we bring African folktales here, let’s create a world where the stories from old, by your people can come back to life.”

Ebuka sat on the cold, dusty floor of the abandoned storehouse, his back against the wall. His younger brother, Chukwuma, was huddled beside him, sobbing uncontrollably, his head resting on Ebuka’s lap.