What are some legends and myths from tropical cultures?

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>>2107092

>Thousands of years ago, hunters found a backwater planet. They taught humans how to build and were worshipped as gods. Every hundred years the gods would return. And when they did, they would expect a sacrifice. Humans were used to breed the ultimate prey. The hunters would battle with these great serpents to prove themselves worthy to carry the mark. But if the hunters lost, they made sure nothing survived. An entire civilization wiped out overnight.

>>2107092
Sub-Saharan Africans are considered human

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>>2107092
That's a fucking huge area, ask more specific questions.

>>2107092
Evil yakub and the invention of the white race.

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Uh, you're asking about the entire belt of the earth

But I guess I'll go. This one's from Liberia.

A story, a story

Let it come, let it go.

In a little village on the edge of the bush, a man decided to go hunting one day. He put on his boots, his hat, and grabbed his bow before setting out. Deep in the forest he spotted a warthog rooting for tubers. Just as the hunter readied his bow a leopard pounced on him from the trees, killing him.

Many days went by and nothing was heard from the hunter. So his worried family and village combed the bush for him, but found nothing despite weeks of searching. Eventually they assumed him dead and life went on after much grieving.

The hunter had a wife and 4 sons. One day while the wife was cultivating her garden the littlest son spoke up: "Mother, where is my father?". She answered him: "he went hunting, and never returned". The little boy took this knowledge and went on a journey into the bush with his brothers. They searched and searched until at long last they found their father's remains in a clearing.

The 3rd son opened his bag of charms and said "I know a charm to repair broken bones". And he restored their father's skeleton.

The 2nd son opened his bag of charms and said "I know a charm to repair flesh, skin, and hair". And he repaired his father's flesh, skin, and hair.

Finally, the oldest son came forth with his bag of charms and said "I know a charm to bring life back into a body. And he brought their surprised father back from death.

The brothers triumphantly returned to the village with their father to much singing, dancing, and merrymaking. Their father announced a reward for whomever did the most to bring him back.

The 3rd son said "I gave you bones"

The 2nd said "I gave you flesh, skin, and hair"

The 1st said "I gave you the breath of life"

But the hunter gestured to the 4th son and said "My little one earns the reward"

Because a person never truly dies until they have been forgotten.

>>2109820
That's a pretty good one actually, got anymore here?

>>2109888
At work but will continue if thread is still alive

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The Malian Empires founding story the Epic of Sundiata is really cool.

Griots, west african bards basically, are a very interesting historical class of people

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_of_Sundiata

The Yoruba religion and pantheon of gods is pretty cool.

>>2110938
Eshu was a master troll

He liked pissing everyone off and sowing chaos

Even his best bro Obatala

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A story, a story

Let it come, let it go

Long ago the creator Kabezya-Mpungu declared he would become invisible, and retreat from this world after creating it and the first humans.

He gathered the elements and time in order before saying "I don't want that humans will see me any more. I return into myself and send Mutshima (the Heart)".

Then Kabeza-Mpungu disappeared.

Thereafter, the heart appeared, in a small, hand-sized vessel. The heart cried and turned towards Sun, Moon, Darkness and Rain: "Kabezya-Mpungu, our father, where is he?!"

And they responded "Father is gone, we don't know the way he went".

"Oh how much I am longing to see him" the heart replied, "to talk to him. Since I cannot find him, I will enter into this man. So I will wander from generation to generation".

Since then all humans have been endowed with Mutshima, the heart which longs for God.

>>2111497
i dont know an accurate enough word for these types of stories. they bring about a sort of feeling, i wish i could articulate myself better

>>2108547
What is this something from Alien and Predator?

>>2111676
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sehnsucht

I think it might be something like this. I get the same from Tolkien's work and old Germanic myths.

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I've got a comic adaptation of the Epic of Sundiata, anyone want a storytime?

>>2109820

I swear I've heard a similar story involving three thieves and old wise man. I wish I could remember how it went.

>>2112335
Sure. Go ahead.

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>>2112373
Alrighty

>>2112395
Tricky bastard

Oh my. Thanks for posting, but that turned out pretty boring, actually.

>>2112441
cool m8 fanks

>>2111684
I believe it's from Alien vs Predator.

>>2112497
It was alright but whoever wrote it clearly doesn't even have a cliffnotes understanding of the epic

5/10 poor research

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A story, a story

Let it come, let it go

There was village named Tubondo which sat high on a hill surrounded by palm trees. The founder and chief of Tubondo was named Shemwindo. He had seven beautiful wives, but of course one was his favorite and another was despised. The hated wife lived near the village garbage heap, while the other wives lived in the center of the village. One day Shemwindo announced that if any of his wives bore him a son the child would be put to death. Shemwindo lived in fear of being replaced by his son.

That night Shemwindo laid with all seven of his wives and they all became pregnant. The wives lived in fear of bearing a boy who would incur the wrath of Shemwindo.

The next day the ordinary village women assembled to wash in the river. The ladies gossiped and raved about the legendary beauty, purity, and poise of Shemwindo's sister Iyangura. All the while the serpent god of the river Mukiti heard this. Mukiti desired Iyangura for a bride and demanded Shemwindo's permission for her hand...

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Good thread

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Mukiti took on human form and arrived in all his splendor. Shemwindo greeted the god of the river as if a distant relative and welcomed him with feasting and lodging at twilight. Mukiti was clear with his intention to marry Iyangura. As Shemwindo was her guardian he said the answer would come the next day. Of course Shemwindo also presented Mukiti with a black goat to represent an unspoken agreement.

Mukiti cleaned and preened himself all morning and dressed more extravagantly than usual, even wearing his luxurious antelope belt. Shemwindo and Iyangura dressed themselves elegantly as well before leading a grand procession to the river with all the village behind them.

Mukiti and Iyangura were formally introduced to each other and they began the traditional ritual. First they gestured to one another, then Iyangura asked him to demonstrate his love. So Mukiti began to dance with supernatural grace. Then Shemwindo and the elders approved of the engagement. But not before presenting the serpent god with a long list of goods and services he was to provide them in return for Iyangura.

The task assigned had a deadline of 7 days, so Mukiti returned to his home in the wide, deep, slow moving river. Mukiti returned to his true form and assembled his court of fish, crabs, snakes, and other subjects of his realm. And he requested they help him gather over 9,000 items (I'm not shitting you) to pay bride price.

After a week of preparation Mukiti and his servants collected and prepared all the gifts. They transformed into human form and carried everything out of the great river to Tubondo.

First the procession stopped at the hidden cavern village of Yana the Bat god and his people called the "Baniyana". Yana provided a ceremonial ram and hosted Mukiti and his entourage.

The next morning they set out for Tubondo and passed the web covered village of Mitandi the spider goddess and her folk: the Banamitandi...

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Mitandi entertained Mukiti and his folk, and they rested in her village by night.

Finally, the procession arrived in the village of Tubondo the following morning. Chief Shemwindo welcomed the party of divinities with much hospitality, and offered a billy goat to Mukiti. Iyangura joined the river god in his guest house that evening to wash his feet and so that he would wash hers. As custom dictates the new husband and wife rubbed red powder on each other before resting together.

For a few days the people of Mukiti bestowed over 9,000 gifts upon the pe of Tubondo. And after much celebration Mukiti and his people returned to the river. Iyangura remained in Tubondo for the time being as custom dictates.

After Mukiti and company had been gone a full day Shemwindo organized a wedding train to escort Iyangura to her new home with the river god. Iyangura set not even one foot on the ground for the duration of the trip, however. Finally the couple shared the remainder of the breakfast she started before her journey.

Mukiti provided many more gifts to Shemwindo and his party before bidding him farewell and starting a new life with his beautiful bride.

In spite of all this happiness, Mukiti awoke the next morning more stern and grim than usual. Mukiti gathered all of the river folk back in animal forms and informed them of an ominous dream he had.

Mukiti claimed that in his dream he saw a small boy marching towards the serpent god's village by walking the bottom of the river.

The serpent deity said that any humanoid found walking the bottom of his river would be killed immediately by having their spinal cord ripped out. Human visitors would only be allowed to approach the bank from the main road.

>>2114318
yo thanks for these. Do you mind specifying where they are from, if you know?

>>2114529
Do you have a legend about Cameroonian bantus especially Sawas ?

>>2114600
BaNyanga legend from east congo

A Treasury of African Folklore is a good book

>>2114855
I wish I did

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Eventually 6 of Shemwindo's 7 wives gave birth to all baby girls. Thus saving the children from certain death.

But after 9 months Shemwindo's favorite wife remained heavily pregnant. This resulted in hushed voices, rumors, and mockery from the entire village.

One morning she awoke to grab firewood for herself only to see a freshly chopped pile near her sleeping quarters. Little did she realize that it was the work of her unborn son. Soon she found fresh water and breakfast as well each morning she woke after this. And each time the boy child returned to her womb he'd continue to ponder which part of her body to be born from.

The favorite wife remained pregnant for so long that her relatives and friends grew worried. This culminated in the birth of a male baby from her middle finger. All the women were shocked at the sight. Usually the sex of a child is chanted for all to hear or a peculiar laugh is used. The entire village was excited about the birth of a new mystery child but the midwives refused to speak of the gender for fear of Shemwindo. The chief was impatient and demanded to know the gender yet none of the women would tell him...

Meanwhile the cricket god Kintundukutu used the eyes of one of his cricket subjects to observe the baby's mother and her home. Kintundukutu loved sewing chaos and discord so he as well as his people were feared as omens. The mischievous god told Shemwindo all about the birth of his son.

In a fit of rage Shemwindo grabbed a spear and stormed off to the hut of his favorite wife. All the womenfolk save his favored wife fled at the news of his approach. But the baby was chanting a spell to protect himself and his mother. Shemwindo threw his spear with all his might and it magically hit the very center of the hut, leaving his wife and son unharmed. Shemwindo threw the spear over and over but no matter how close he was he could not kill either. "What type of child is this?!" shouted Shemwindo.

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"I am Mwindo!" the boy shouted in triumph. "I am the little one just born he walked!" Mwindo added idefiantly. Fuming, Shemwindo left to assemble his advisors. He demanded a deep hole dug and Mwindo thrown inside. They did as ordered but Mwindo merely sang another spell, and mocked his father for his cruelty. "You will suffer greatly for this sin, baba" said Mwindo. In response the men filled the hole with dirt. Mwindo's song could still be heard after the deep grave was filled. Smug and full of reassurance Shemwindo came to see his favorite wife the next morning, only to see her and Mwindo chatting as if nothing happened. "Is something wrong baba?" asked Mwindo with a grin.

More irate than he'd ever been in his life, Shemwindo demanded a big drum built and Mwindo sealed inside. Mwindo was torn from his sobbing mother and trapped inside the drum. The drum was thrown into the river where it floated for a time before sinking...

>>2109820
Good shit op anon

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Shemwindo laughed as the drum plunged beneath the murky waters. He rewarded the men who assisted him with women.

Mwindo's mother Nyamwindo was distraught and cried out in anguish on watching this all occur. Shemwindo demanded she stop crying or he'd kill her too. Because she bore him a son and loved the child she was demoted from favorite wife to hated wife.

...but the gods were not pleased. For a week there was an devastating tempest of thunder, lightning, wind, and rain.

When the storm began to cease Mwindo used his magic to make the drum float again. When a group of women came to wash by the river they saw the drum rise up as Mwindo sang of his glory and the demise of Shemwindo. These women were shocked and immediately gave word to the village of Mwindo's survival. Shemwindo and his henchmen rushed to the river armed to the teeth and found the drum spinning in the water as Mwindo proclaimed he would defeat him. Then Mwindo used his magic to make the drum sink again. He was off to visit Iyangura.

Mwindo burst out of the drum in all his power and began to walk the bottom of Mukiti's domain. The minions of Mukiti (crocodiles, monstrous fish, crabs, serpents, etc) attacked Mwindo with the goal of tearing out his spinal cord. Wielding nothing save a magical conga-scepter Mwindo soundly defeated the warriors of Mukiti in battle.

After braving the river creatures Mwindo arrived at a calm, shallower, and clear stretch of river. This was the realm of the goddess Musoka, sister of Mukiti. The fish servants of Mukiti reported the remarkable progress of Mwindo, almost effortlessly vanquishing his elite warriors. So Mukiti ordered his sister Musoka to impede Mwindo by any means necessary. Musoka courteously met with Mwindo, but raised a giant dam to prevent him from meeting Mukiti. Mwindo had grown at an unnatural rate, no longer a baby but a young boy now.

Mwindo kindly met her in turn, but bragged nothing could stop him from achieving his goal.

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Mwindo rapidly dug beneath the dam and burst from the riverbed to meet Mukiti.

Mwindo and Mukiti then had a standoff. Mwindo wielded his conga in one hand and an axe in the other with a bag of magical tools slung over his shoulders. Mukiti took on his war form and glared at Mwindo. The-little-one-just-born-he-walked began to boast and brag about his power before they two lunged at each other. Fortunately Iyangura intervened and invited Mwindo to see her part of the aquatic realm. He happily agreed while Mukiti begrudgingly allowed it. In secret Mukiti met with an amphibious man named Kasiyembe who he hired to set deathtraps for Mwindo, starting with a pit full of razor sharp blades.

Iyangura's maid servants fed Mwindo who was now physiologically a young adult. Feeling lustful, he copulated with all of them. Mwindo brought each to orgasm multiple times. Satisfied, Mwindo boasted about his sexual prowess as well.

Kasiyembe took advantage of his pride and challenged him to a dancing test. Mwindo was almost guaranteed to step onto one of the covered spike pits. In some versions the hedgehog god and the spider goddess help Mwindo avoid the spikes, in others his magical powers save him. And so Mwindo danced and jumped harmlessly on the traps.

Kasiyembe was so angry he summoned the grouchy old lightning god Nkuba. Nkuba gladly strikes down people with lightning when he's invoked. And so, Nkuba rained down a storm of lightning bolts on Mwindo...

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Mwindo used a spell to protect himself and Iyangura from Nkuba's assault. The arrogant Mwindo even redirected the lightning to burn off Kasiyembe's hair. The maid servants gathered water to put out the flames, but the buckets dried up. They tried using river water, and Mwindo dried it up. Finally they tried to spit on the fire, but Mwindo dried it up. Kasiyembe burned to death. Mukiti was furious at the dry and cracked land which was once his river.

Iyangura begged Mwindo for mercy so he restored all the water and brought Kasiyembe back from death. Mukiti and Kasiyembe submitted to Mwindo then agreed to never trouble him again.

Mwindo slept with the maid servants again before deciding to invade Tubondo for revenge against Shemwindo. Iyangura tried to dissuade him, for Shemwindo had many warriors willing to fight for him. But Mwindo's mind was made up.

Mwindo with his small party of Iyangura and her servants/his lovers set out from the river to conquer Tubondo from the evil Shemwindo. First they were hosted in the village of Yana the bat god. Yana served them goat meat in hospitality and provided lodgings. As the females slept, Mwindo worked with the bats. Bats are great craftsmen and blacksmiths. The bats created an iron helmet, iron shoes, iron leggings, and an iron shirt for Mwindo to wear into battle. Yana's subjects insisted on joining Mwindo on his journey to Tubondo and were added to the party. As night approached they caught sight of Tubondo and the bats wished to attack quickly, but Mwindo said to attack at dawn.

Iyangura complained that they had meager shelter in the bush and the elderly rain goddess Kiruka dragged too many rain clouds with her that night. So Mwindo used his magic to create shelters. He also teleported food and drink from Shemwindo's village for his party. For the duration of the night Mwindo bragged about all he could do.

At dawn Mwindo sent forth his bat allies to attack Tubondo.

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But Shemwindo was a skilled commander and his warriors proved too much for the chiropteran army. Only one bat came back alive, with news of their failure before dying in Mwindo's arms. Iyangura was saddened and claimed the goddess of luck Kahindo had forsaken them. But Mwindo ordered her to remain silent, and that he would conquer Tubondo solo.

Iyangura pleaded with Mwindo not to leave, but he only left her with his axe and magic rope. Tubondo was protected by 7 gates, and Mwindo entered right from the main entrance. The village smelled of death and the ground was littered with bat corpses.

Mwindo called out a challenge to Shemwindo who sent his warriors to attack. Mwindo used his powers to devastating affect and forced the surviving warriors to surrender.

Mwindo summoned the capricious Nbuka to attack Tubondo. Nbuka happily obliged by raining down a barrage of lightning attacks to destroy all the buildings, men, women, and even children before leaving Tubondo as a smoldering hellscape. But the cowardly Shemwindo fled the village when he heard the word "Nkuba". Shemwindo ran deep into the jungle where he pulled up a fern which opened a portal to the realm of Muisa who is lord of the dead.

Mwindo cursed the name of his father and used his conga to resurrect the bats. Then he cried out that he would stop at nothing to bring Shemwindo doom.

>>2107092
albino parts and shaman magic can cure aids

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Mwindo prepared to visit Muisa, but his aunt Iyangura was worried. So he tore his magic rope in two and gave her half. "As long as the rope moves, I live" he said.

Then he climbed through the portal to Muisa. Down, down into the darkness of Muisa. It was not long before Mwindo discovered a well with a young maiden sitting next to it. She was Kahindo, goddess of fortune and daughter of Muisa. Her job is to greet the newly dead. Kahindo had the tropical affliction known as yaws. She and Mwindo spoke for a while as she learned of his mission. She asked him to go home before her father came after him, but Mwindo was fearless. Kahindo was very attracted to Mwindo and taught him how to survive in the land of death. She said Muisa sits on a pile of ashes and often eats them. When Muisa offers a chair to sit on, refuse: it traps anyone who sits down so Muisa can decapitate them. She told him to reject offers of food and drink: they would be Muisa's poison feces and urine.

Mwindo was happy to hear her advice and as thanks he healed her yaws. He then evaded the dangers of Muisa's home and intrigued him enough to ask why he came to the land of death. Mwindo explained his need to find his father and Muisa agreed that if he completes tasks for him he would reveal Shemwindo's location. If Mwindo failed he would be killed and remain in Muisa's land forever.

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Mwindo spent the night in Kahindo's hut. In the morning Muisa tasked Mwindo with planting and growing acres of banana trees in the land of death, where obviously such a task was impossible. Mwindo sang a spell to lay out rows for banana trees, cut down weeds and dead trees, planting, growing, and propping up the trees, and ripening their fruit to perfection.

A spirit reported the miracle to Muisa who was irate at being defied. Muisa sent his belt flying at top speed to bind and crush Mwindo. With the last of his strength, Mwindo summoned his conga to attack the belt.

The power of the conga overwhelms the belt and then flies after Muisa to punish him for breaking his promise. After a comically drawn out beating Kahindo begged Mwindo to stop beating her father. He finally stopped the beating to hear Muisa speak. "How shameful!" said Muisa. "For someone to violate the sacred protective law between guest and host" he added with all irony being lost in him. As "punishment" Muisa would give Mwindo another challenge the next day.

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>>2112441
This was great man, thanks!

>>2115124
what the fuck

>>2110907
Isn't that the one where the crippled boy bends an iron rod and somehow becomes a Kang? Not much of an impressive tale desu

>>2111497
>African myth about metaphysical paternal abandonment

>>2109820
Hmmm....really makes you think...

>>2116175
Thats a tiny tiny portion of it

Kind of like dismissing christianity as "that one where a virgin gives birth and somehow its god"

>>2116689
There's one from Rwanda about a woman who has an utterly miserable life and she goes on a quest to find God and give him a piece of her mind. And another from Tanzania about a man who tries to kill God when his children are spirited away. Then there's the one from Nigeria about life and death fighting over who is the oldest.

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Mwindo enjoyed another night of comfort with Kahindo before meeting Muisa in the morning. Muisa challenged Mwindo to gather honey from a hive of African Killer Bees in the underworld. So Mwindo used his conga to to intimidate the bees into compliance. A dead soul rushed to tell Muisa of the miracle, and once again Muisa sent his magic belt to squeeze Mwindo. It shut him up inside the hollow of the dead tree and Mwindo seemed dead.

In the world of the living Iyangura's magic rope stopped moving. Fearing the worst, she wept for her nephew. But Mwindo had a spark of fight left in him. Mwindo used the last of his breath to summon Nkuba to send lightning bolts at the tree trunk. It exploded into many pieces, but Mwindo was unharmed. Iyangura was exuberant.

Mwindo arrived to the court of Muisa with the honey harvested and demanded he keep his promise. So Muisa half in exasperation and half in fear pointed out to direction of Shemwindo.

"You are finished, baba" said Mwindo with a determined look as he set out.

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Mwindo kicked down the door of the room to find nobody inside. He had been deceived again by Muisa. Kahunga the hawk god told Mwindo of how Muisa aided Shemwindo in fleeing to the realm of Ntumba the aardvark god.

Mwindo confronted Muisa and demanded Shemwindo be handed over. Muisa said his hands were tied (the Nyanga gods are autonomous, no king or chief controls them like in Greek myth. And the big G God doesn't care about what happens on earth anymore.)

Muisa felt insulted by the bravado of Mwindo and challenged him to single combat. The battle was long and intense but Mwindo gained the upper hand. Muisa's mouth gushed blood and teeth were strewn on the ground. He urinated and deficated on himself as well.

Mwindo then cast a spell to make Muisa sleep while he hunted Shemwindo. With that Mwindo flew to the caverns of Ntumba, were he saw Shemwindo being escorted inside by the giant aardvark.

"Ntumba! Send my father outside immediately or I'll destroy this cavern!" shouted Mwindo...

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>>2117497
I love it.
Please continue.

T. Known Boss

You can get more milk out from your cow if you blow to it's butthole.

>>2117651
I can see the logic behind this.

>>2117651
>>2118055
surely you would have to inflate its uterus to simulate pregnancy

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Mwindo continued to make threats at the gates of Munundu, realm of Ntumba. He spoke of the evils Shemwindo committed and reminded him that harboring such a fugitive was ruinous. Ntumba was already annoyed with Shemwindo for bringing trouble to Munundu, but allowed him to escape from a secret tunnel.

Mwindo summoned Nkuba who launched a storm of lightning bolts at Munundu, laying waste to the entire realm. Ntumba stood in the desolation of Nkuba and prepared to fight Mwindo. He stretched out his nose like a bullwhip with a maw full of fangs, his claws grew to the size of spears.

The two titans waged a devastating battle against one another until Ntumba yielded. Mwindo threatened to give Ntumba scrotal elephantiasis and eternal starvation unless he revealed where Shemwindo was.

Ntumba told him that Shemwindo fled to Sheburungu: realm of Ongo the creator. And then the aardvark taunted Mwindo. "You plan to confront the creator? You're more foolish than I'd imagined..."

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Mwindo found himself in Lord Ongo's domain, where all inhabitants are adorable children who never age (nobody tell /tv/). The excited children assembled near Mwindo to ask him about the world above, and if he had snacks. Mwindo had a soft spot for children so he telepathically asked his aunt Iyangura to make as much food as possible. Mwindo then teleported the food to Sheburungu. The little ones ate until they could eat no more, and the dishes teleported back to Tubondo.

Mwindo climbed the ladder to the treehouse of Ongo. God was very laid back and amused by the situation. Mwindo was excessively polite with God because even he knew the powergap between them was infinite. Mwindo asked for his father to be handed over, but God respectfully declined. "You cannot intrude on the territory of the divine and ask for things while offering nothing in return" said God. God was easily bored and fond of games, so he challenged Mwindo to a gambling game called Wiki. Mwindo was in no position to argue so he agreed to play with God.

Wiki is played by one player grabbing a handful of seeds, and the other player guessing how many grabbed.

Mwindo wagered money, goats, Iyangura, his axe, and even his magic pouch but Ongo won every time. Finally he wagered his magic conga which helped him win the game and all his possessions back.

God gave a sly smile and admitted defeat. Just as Ongo prepared to hand over Shemwindo the man tried to escape to the land of Nyamurairi the fire god but Ongo sent two giant birds to capture him.

The birds dropped Shemwindo face to face with Mwindo...

>>2118583
Y-you're not going to leave us on a cliff hanger are you?

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Mwindo and Shemwindo at long last faced one another. In front of God and the immortal children Mwindo did not lose his temper. He reprimanded Shemwindo for his shameful behavior and cruelty. Mwindo tied up Shemwindo with his magic rope and carried him off like a baby on his back.

Mwindo and God said their farewells before Mwindo made the trip to the world above.

He returned to the land of Ntumba and made peace with him. Then he restored his realm back to normal.

He returned to the country of Muisa where Kahindo begged him to heal her father. Mwindo complied, and Muisa pleaded for Mwindo to marry Kahindo. Mwindo politely refused to marry the girl and continued on his trip.

Finally, Mwindo stepped through the portal back into the familiar jungle. He met with Iyangura and brought back to life everyone who was killed in Tubondo. Mwindo declared he'd pass judgment on Shemwindo the next day.

The bats kept guard over Shemwindo through the night. By morning Mwindo came out of his father's hall to the cheers of adoring villagers and was seated on a throne of iron spears. This was the traditional seat for deciding what to do with prisoners.

Shemwindo was thrown at Mwindo's feet to face justice.

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All the villagers gathered around Mwindo and Iyangura to watch the proceedings. Mwindo listed the crimes of Shemwindo.

Shemwindo meekly admitted his wrongdoing and asked for Mwindo to replace him as chief. Then he agreed to accept anything they chose to do with him.

Mwindo was touched by the sincerity of his baba and asked the villagers to let he and his father rule as co-chiefs. Mwindo would rule the top of the great hill and Shemwindo would rule the lowlands. So Mwindo proclaimed that he forgave Shemwindo for his sins, and would face no punishment.

After a few weeks of preparation Mwindo was coronated as chief. He sat on a copper throne and was flanked by his mother and aunt. Shemwindo himself adorned Mwindo with the regalia of a chief. Clad in red he was visited by pygmies of the bush, who declared him their new liege. There was much feasting and merrymaking until Iyangura had to finally return home to Mukiti.

Mwindo married many beautiful girls and visited the villages subordinate to Tubondo in order to foster peace.

Of course, this was merely the dawn of his final and greatest adventure of all...

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Mwindo reigned for a time, and one day he woke up hungry for pork. So he gathered an entourage of pygmies and their dogs to hunt for warthogs. Four pygmies scouted ahead deep in the jungle. It seemed as if the game was scared away by something. Eventually they spotted a warthog and speared it.

The pygmies began to butcher the warthog when something huge emerged from the shadows. It had pitch black skin tougher than elephant hide, several heads with one eye and one horn each, and rows of teeth like a dog's. It was the monster Kirimu.

Kirimu devoured three pygmies and a fourth named Nkurongo ran away along with the dogs. Terrified, he explained the situation to Mwindo, who swore to slay the beast assailing his realm.

Kirimu had plagued Tubondo and all the nearby villages for generations, but Mwindo did not care. He would slay Kirimu or die trying.

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Mwindo and his pygmy allies searched the jungle for Kirimu and discovered him lying in wait. The chief lunged at Kirimu and their battle mowed down much of the jungle. Mwindo flipped Kirimu and bludgeoned it to death.

His conga alerted the people of Tubondo about his triumph and soon a group of men came carrying the body of Kirimu for all to see. The villagers cheered, but the elders were grave. "Foolish Mwindo, now all the monsters of the bush will seek us out" they said. So Mwindo struck them down with his powers.

Next Mwindo brought back to life the victims of Kirimu. And in celebration the people decided to cook and eat Kirimu. The singing and smell of smoke flew to the heavens and attracted the attention of Nkuba.

Nkuba was enraged at the sight of Kirimu being eaten, for the creature was his dear friend. They bonded over their mutual sense of bloodlust and battle urges.

Nkuba decided to teach Mwindo a lesson...

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Mwindo sensed that he offended Nkuba and his people were afraid of the consequences. Even so, he continued to boast about being able to defeat Nkuba.

At noon the next day Nkuba arrived, and Mwindo met him fully equipped with armor and weapons. They spoke secrets to one another before Nkuba created a ladder of electricity to the heavens. He then grabbed Mwindo by the throat and took him beyond the sight of men. Mwindo's bragging turned to shivering, for he had never experienced such bitter cold before. He was helpless against Nkuba.

Mwindo was finally defeated. First Nkuba tormented him, then Kiruka the rain goddess pelted him with rain and hail. Kiruka mocked the arrogant mortal and said "your pathetic deeds mean nothing in the face of the cosmos!".

Next he was tormented by Mweri the moon goddess. "There is no pride or vanity in my kingdom" she said before lighting his hair on fire.

Then Mwindo suffered at the hands of Kentse the sun god. Kentse made him endure incredible heat and dehydration, laughing at his pleas for water.

Finally Nkuba took Mwindo to the highest realm: the home of Kubikubi the star god. Kubikubi is so powerful even Nkuba fears him.

The gods told Mwindo that they would let him off with simple torture since he wasn't aware of Kirimu's friendship with Nkuba, but forbid any chief from killing bush creatures.

Satisfied, the deities told Mwindo to always show humility and that there will always be forces greater than oneself.

The gods then made him memorize the new laws of the Nyanga tribe. Mwindo later learned that he was gone only a year despite the ordeal feeling like centuries. He went home to joyous reception.

Mwindo taught the Nyanga people how to live righteous lives and ruled longer and with more wisdom than any chief ever born.

Mwindo taught the people

>do not rely on only one type of food to grow
>keep the village beautiful
>do not cause arguments
>kill any man who dares cuck another man

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>do not mock the disabled or elderly
>People should fear the chief, and the Chief should fear the people
>do not hate
>love all children
>praise heroes but don't indulge their pride
>everyone needs help, regardless of wealth or status
>no matter how great you are, there's always something greater

This is my story which I have related to you

If it be sweet, or if it be not sweet...take some elsewhere

And let it return to me

>>2120109
Great story.

>>2112441
dank post thanks

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A story, a story

Let it come, let it go

In the town of Tendella in a kingdom called Seno, there lived a rich man named Kaddo. His fields spread in all directions, and each year hundreds of men and boys would plow them while hundreds of women and girls would plant seeds. His granary was bulging from the excess he had. Kaddo was known Far and wide for his wealth, and when he summoned people to his home they eagerly answered. "I'm troubled" Kaddo said. "I have more grain than I know what to do with" he continued.

There was a low murmuring from the crowd and one man said "why don't you share it with the poor?". Kaddo dismissed the idea..

"Why not lend seeds to farmers who had a poor harvest? Then more will prosper." another man suggested. Kaddo didnt want to do that either.

"You could sell some grain and buy cattle with it." responded a different man. But Kaddo shook his head. "No, none of these ideas are appealing" he said.

Instead Kaddo asked for 100 girls to grind grain day and night then to mix it with water to make mortar. He then ordered the workers to make bricks out of the mortar. "I've decided to build a wall around my home" Kaddo said with a smile. This angered many people.

"Kaddo, food is for eating. Don't mock the less fortunate with a wall made of food!" said the people. Kaddo shrugged and said "well what IS right or wrong anyway? As a rich person my right is different from yours. I can do whatever I want with my own things". The folk shook their heads and left him.

Kaddo admired his high walls decorated with paint and cowrie shells, and locked the gate behind him. From then on he'd sit on the walls and speak to people from high up. Until one year a bad harvest hit his farm. The drought was terrible and nothing grew, then next year it was so dry Kaddo was forced to sell his cattle and horses for seed. There was widespread hunger and Kaddo's servants left him because he could neither pay nor feed them.

Eventually all Kaddo had left were dusty acres of parched land, a hungry daughter, and a skinny donkey. He was reduced to eating his wall to survive, until there was nothing left. Kaddo knew he had to ask for help, but because he insulted virtually everyone who knew him he could not go to them. He would have to see Sogole: king of the Ganna people who was famous for his generosity. Kaddo and his daughter rode the donkey for 7 days before reaching the country of the Ganna

Sogole offered the weary travelers food and beer. Which Kaddo sheepishly accepted. "Tendella you are from, my friends?" the king asked. Kaddo nodded. "Ah, I've heard of the hardship there. Was it not home to the great Kaddo? Who built a wall out of his own surplus despite the protests of his friends and neighbors?" Sogole pressed. "Yes it was, and he did" Kaddo added with his eyes pointed at the floor.

"Hmm, and did Kaddo not have many cattle and servants and acres of land?" inquired the king. On the verge of tears Kaddo said "yes, he did. And he lost everything. Sogole said "very peculiar, but such is life. are you by chance related to this Kaddo?". Kaddo could not bear the tension and admitted that he was indeed Kaddo of Tendella.

Kaddo meekly asked for seeds to plant, and the king loaded up his donkey with enough to plant a decent crop. And Kaddo was so hungry he ate many seeds on his way home, so many he became sick and died. His children and grandchildren continued to live in poverty after him.

And for this reason they tell rich men "Don't build a wall of grain around your house"

Thanks for posting africanon, very interesting.

>>2120124
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There was a man named Ngana Kimanaueze Kia Tumba A Ndala. He had a son named Nzua.

Kimanaueze told his son "Travel to Loanda and do business there". Nzua protested "Baba, I have married only weeks ago. I want to stay with my bride." But Kimanaueze would have none of it and his dutiful son obeyed him.

While Nzua was away, a race of demons called the Makishi attacked the village and devoured everyone in sight. The Makishi left nothing but ruins when they were done.

Nzua later returned to find his home in a terrible state. He discovered his wife cowering in the fields. "What happened?" he asked. And she told him of the Makishi scourge. They lived for a time and discovered she was with child.

From inside the womb they heard a voice one day.

"Mother, my sword here it comes.
Mother, my knife here it comes.
Mother, my kilembe here it comes.
Mother, my staff here it comes.
Mother, brace yourself: here I come!"

The baby was born and stood up to speak
"My name is Sudika-mbambi.
On the ground I set my staff.
In the sky I set an antelope"

Then more was heard from the mother's belly.

"Mother, my sword here it comes.
Mother, my knife here it comes.
Mother, my kilembe here it comes.
Mother, my staff here it comes.
Mother, brace yourself: here I come!"

The infant left her and rose to speak.

"I am Kabundungulu.
Of the tree lukula.
My dog eats palm-nuts.
My kimbundu swallows the bull."...