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.

Keyworsds: The Day The Gods Answered, Free to read, short story, Humour, Throlling, Fablingverse Once in a while, in the Fablingverse, the gods get together and draw a raffle lot...

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.

The Snake and The Two Lonely Men: Nigerian Folktales, Snake tales, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories, A Fablingverse Folktale Once upon a time, in a village, there were two men...

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.

The gunshot reverberated through the night, causing Atutu to panic, but before he could react, Ebuka crept up behind him and slammed the stick into his neck. Atutu crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

The initial shock had barely worn off when panic gripped Ebuka, realising the gravity of the situation. His younger brother, Chukwuma, had not just kidnapped "Father Christmas

“Make we just go, hin don fuck up, make we go.” Atutu had clearly had enough, they had been under the sun for the whole day and even now as the sun was setting they had only drank one sachet of water each.

Mama Oyinbo, still brushing her teeth, walked to the edge of the pavement, noticing the two men sleeping on the ground. Without hesitation, she kicked them awake.

"Urgh! Father Christmas pissed on himself!" Osas exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she backed away.

Atutu stormed into the hideout, his face twisted in anger as he cursed under his breath. The frustration was palpable.

The children gathered around the dazed and disoriented Father Christmas, who was now sitting on the floor, struggling to make sense of what was happening.

“We found the real Father Christmas!” Chukwuma exclaimed.Some minutes later the boys returned to school to meet the girls who were also excited about their find. Malik whispered to them and handed Habibat a transparent water bottle filled with black liquid to give to Father Christmas.

“The one that they will bring to your school is the real Father Christmas.” Ebuka thought, “If the one they bring to your school is not then it is one of Father Christmas’s assistants, you can still kidnap that one.”

“Me, I’m calm.” Oyinbo replied “I go the place yesterday and dem don employ me as dem Father Christmas.”

“Oyinbo!” The voice of a short, stout woman sliced through the morning air, erupting from a tiny roadside bungalow in the grittiest part of Isheri. Clad in a worn wrapper, she stormed out onto the narrow, dusty street. “How many times have I told you to stop using my water? USELESS man!”

Ebuka's laughter faded, replaced by a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in closer to his younger brother. "You see, Chukwuma," he began, his tone serious despite the gleam in his eyes

Hi, my name is Pamela and this is the story of my friend. Pamela, let’s call her that. This happened a year ago. See, my friend Pamela had been dating this guy, Bob, let’s call him that.

He dropped her on her silk covered bed and mounted her, trailing kisses down her neck, his lips stopped on her tit... no cleavage?… Nape?...Belly button?...

A sequel to the Night he lost Chidi’s gaze was fixed on the Bet9ja match lineup on his computer screen, his heart racing with anticipation. Today felt like it might be his turning point.

Chidi's gaze swept over the match line-up board, his pen and jotter clutched tightly in hand. “Today’s the day,” he mused, anticipation crackling in the air.

Jadé hurriedly tied his shoelaces, bolted for the door, and called out, “Mummy, I’ve gone!” just as the door slammed shut behind him. He knew his mother well—

“Bro, I’m telling you, someone’s always swiping my clothes,” Malik said as he walked his friend Dede out of the apartment. “Just yesterday, I hung my boxers to dry, barely turned around, and poof, they were gone.”

Agnes smiled—a smile that once stirred something deep within him, but now it felt like a twisted, mocking grin. Her lips curled slightly, revealing just a glimpse of teeth.