Living Tales

02/08/2024

Long ago in the village of Umuofia, there lived an old woman named Mama Chika.

She was known for her delicious pepper soup, which she sold every market day.

Soon the news of her pepper soup spread and people from neighboring villages came to Umuofia just to get a taste of her soup.

Her shop was filled with large cooking pot filled with steaming soup, and was always surrounded by eager customers.

Mama Chika was a peculiar woman. She was plump and had a stern and intimidating look.

She rarely spoke to anyone, and when she did, it was only to discuss business.

Despite her aloofness, her soup was incredibly cheap and always sold out quickly.

The villagers often wondered how she managed to make such tasty soup at such a low price, especially when meat was so expensive. "How does she do it?" they would ask. "It’s almost like magic!"

However, there was a dark cloud over Umuofia. Every month, a child would go missing.

The villagers were devastated and frightened, but they could not find any clues about the disappearances.

Everyone was on edge, but life went on, and Mama Chika continued to sell her soup.

In that villager lived a brave and curious boy named Obi.

Obi noticed that the children always seemed to disappear on market days when Mama Chika was selling her soup.

He found this coincidence too strange to ignore.

Determined to find out the truth, Obi devised a plan to follow Mama Chika after the market closed.

One evening, after Mama Chika had sold her last bowl of soup, Obi trailed her from a safe distance.

She walked briskly, heading towards the dense forest on the outskirts of the village.

Obi’s heart pounded with fear, but he pressed on, determined to uncover her secret.

As Mama Chika entered the forest, Obi hid behind a large tree and watched.

To his astonishment, she approached a a big tree where a group of shadowy figures awaited her.

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28/07/2024

The Tale of the Generous Hare and the Wise Tortoise

Once upon a time in the heart of the African savannah, there was a bustling village named Mambala.

This village was known far and wide for its vibrant community and harmonious living.

In this village lived a clever hare named Anansi and a wise tortoise named Akoto. Both were friends, though they were very different in many ways.

One day, a severe drought hit Mambala. The rivers dried up, crops withered, and food became scarce.

The villagers were worried about how they would survive. The village chief called a meeting and asked everyone to contribute whatever they could to support the community.

Anansi the hare was quick and always had an abundance of food stored away. Despite his wealth, he was known to be a bit selfish.

Akoto the tortoise, on the other hand, was slow but very wise and always willing to help others, even though he didn’t have much.

At the meeting, Anansi said, “I have stored enough food to last me through the drought, but I am afraid I cannot share it. I must look out for myself.”

The villagers were disappointed but not surprised. They turned to Akoto. Despite his limited resources, he said, “I do not have much, but the little I have, I will share with those in need.”

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the drought continued.

Anansi remained in his burrow, eating his food and keeping to himself.

Meanwhile, Akoto shared his little supplies with his neighbors, ensuring that no one went hungry.

One evening, as Anansi was munching on his last yam, he thought about how lonely he felt.

He remembered the laughter and stories shared around Akoto’s fire.

“What good is all this food if I have no one to share it with?” He thought to himself.

Feeling remorseful, Anansi decided to visit Akoto. When he arrived, he saw a group of villagers sitting around Akoto, sharing stories and food. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming.

28/07/2024

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In this heartwarming African folktale, "The Tale of the Generous Hare and the Wise Tortoise," learn about the importance of community, generosity, and empath...