Fan Fiction
The Story of Anansi and the Golden Mango Tree
The small village at the center of a green African landscape, the savannah meeting the deep green of the forest, lived in perfect harmony with nature. These villagers lived simple, peaceful lives, to the very rhythm of the earth. Amongst them was a creature whose reputation stretched far beyond the village—a spider by the name of Anansi.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
The Wise King and His Daughter: An African Folktale
#### Prologue In a kingdom nestled between rolling hills and deep forests lived a wise and kind-hearted king named Nkosana. He ruled over Mvikwa, a land famous across many lands for its prosperity and peace. However, the actual source of this harmony lay in the bond between King Nkosana and his only beloved daughter, Princess Zola. This then is their story, one of wisdom, courage, and timeless family bonding.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
AGOZI THE REJECTED CHILD
nce Upon a Time in Nigeria In a small village in Nigeria, there lived a girl named Agazi. She was a kind and caring girl who lived with her mother, Chin, and her younger sister, Ify. Agazi's father had passed away when she was just five years old, and Ify was only three. Before their father's death, everything was peaceful in their home. Their mother, Chin, was loving and kind to everyone. However, after their father's death, something changed. Chin became angry and aggressive, directing all her anger toward Agazi. It seemed like she loved Ify more and showed Agazi no love at all.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
The Unlikely Duo
Thenlikely At the very center of New York City's busy skyline and never-ending hum lived two people who were different from each other as darkness is from light. Sarah, an artist with a free soul and relishing everything from vivid colors to mad ideas, was soothed by the cacophony tat this city was. It is in the predictable rhythm of numbers and spreadsheets where he finds solace, being such a meticulous accountant with a head for order and precision. Their paths were about as divergent as their personalities; nevertheless, fate had a peculiar way of intertwining their lives.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
The Sleepless Night
t The house was a fortress under siege. Its wooden frame was begging for reprieve with its creaking and groaning, as if in protest against these invisible forces that pressed in upon it from outside. Outside, the cacophony of strange noises painted a terrifying portrait of a world gone mad. My mom and dad slumped around the house, haunted and sleep-deprived. Their eyes, once lit by warmth and love, held a chilling emptiness. I sat at the top of the stairs, sentinel, with all senses on high alert. The house could have been a labyrinth of shadows; each creak of a board, each whisper of air, sent shivers down my spine. Then it came: a thunderous pounding at the front door, followed by a guttural scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. The sound of breaking glass shattered the tense silence.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction









