This is a collection of captivating tales, each woven with imagination and creativity. Dive into these stories to experience a journey through fantastical worlds, rich characters, and unforgettable adventures. Let each tale transport you to a place where anything is possible.
"Hawu, hawu, hawu, my children," Gogo began one evening. "You know, cleverness is a very important thing to own! Why, cleverness has helped Nogwaja out of the cooking pot more than once!" "The Jackal is also a clever animal.......
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived a spider named Anansi. Anansi's wife was a very good cook. But always, Anansi loved to taste the food that others in the village made for themselves and for their families....
Once upon a time, a crow and a jackal became bosom friends, and they agreed that the crow should support the jackal in the hot weather and the jackal support the crow in the rainy season.
The story of Wamugumo is not a story. He was a person just like you. He did not die a long time ago. His body had scales like this tree, called Muiri. He was a tall person, like eight feet tall. And Wamugumo would eat a whole cow alone. He worked at Ovori with Delamere .......
once upon a time there lived a man who wasted all his money, and grew so poor that his only food was a few grains of corn, which he scratched like a fowl from out of a dust-heap.....
Wanjiru was the most beautiful girl in all the nine hills. She had milk-white teeth which made the men stop and look whenever Wanjiru laughed. Her laughter echoed and re-echoed in the nine hills when Wanjiru and the other girls
Once upon a time Sim′ba, the lion, Fee′see, the hyena, and Keetee′tee, the rabbit, made up their minds to go in for a little farming. So they went into the country, made a garden, planted......
In a country which is full of wild beasts of all sorts there once lived a jackal and a hedgehog, and, unlike though they were, the two animals made great friends, and were often seen in each other’s company.
Once upon a time, there was a small village in Mali, in the land where golden sand meets the sky. In this village lived a curious and brave little girl named Aminata. She liked the stories narrated by her old, rather wise, grandmother griot (storyteller). Every night
Once there was a man named Go′so, who taught children to read, not in a schoolhouse, but under a calabash tree. One evening, while Goso was sitting under the tree deep in the study of the next day’s lessons ....
One day Soongoo′ra, the hare, roaming through the forest in search of food, glanced up through the boughs of a very large calabash tree, and saw that a great hole in the upper part of the trunk was inhabited by bees......
Once upon a time Kee′ma, the monkey, and Pa′pa, the shark, became great friends.
Long ago before people started taming any other animal apart from the dog, it was said that donkeys could also be tamed. This rumour was told by one man who went to the bush to hunt.
There was once a herd of elephants who went to gather honey to take to their in-laws. As they were walking along, they came upon Hare who was just about to cross the river. She said to one of them: "Father, please help me get across the river."