Igbo Folktale

The Orphan Boy and the Magic Stone

Once upon a time, a chief had a son whose mother had died at his birth. The old chief was a hunter and used to take his son out with him when he went into the bush. He used to do most of his hunting in the long grass that grows over nearly all the Inde country and used to kill plenty of bushbuck in the dry season. In those days the people had no guns, so the chief had to shoot everything he got with his bow and arrows, which required a lot of skill. When his little son was old enough, he gave him a small bow and some small arrows and taught him how to shoot. The son met an old woman who was so ugly that he thought she must be a witch. The old woman took him to a stream some little distance from the lake, and bending down, took out a small shining stone from the water, which she gave to him.

How Day and Night Began Part 2

Nnuo Nnuo, welcome to African folktale according to the Igbo tribe in the southeastern region of Nigeria, west Africa. Do you ever wonder how day and night came to be when people did not sleep?

How Day and Night Began Part 1

Nnuo Nnuo, welcome to African folktale according to the Igbo tribe in the southeastern region of Nigeria, west Africa. Do you ever wonder how day and night came to be when people did not sleep?

The Ear and the Mosquito

Nnuo Nnuo, welcome to African folktale according to the Igbo tribe in the southeastern region of Nigeria, west Africa. Do you ever wonder why the mosquito is always disturbing the ear? I will be telling you about the long-lasting beef between the ear and the mosquito

The Tortise and the Lizard

Nnuo Nnuo, welcome to African folktale according to the Igbo tribe in the southeastern region of Nigeria, west Africa. Today, I will be telling you about another mischief involving the tortoise and how he tricked the Lizard.