GOTH AFRIKA

In the heart of Ìlùká village, where the river sang and the trees whispered secrets, lived a girl named Adùn. She was as beautiful as the sunrise, with skin like smooth mahogany and eyes that held the depth of ancient wisdom. Though she was poor, she wove the finest baskets in the land—so delicate, yet strong, that even the king’s messengers sought her craft. But Adùn was more than just a basket weaver. She was sharp-minded, observant, and full of wisdom beyond her years. Elders often marveled at the way she solved disputes among market women and how she always found a way through difficult situations. One day, the kingdom of Ìlùká faced a great dilemma—a long-standing puzzle that no one could solve. The oracle had spoken: Only the one with true wisdom shall bring the answer, and she will sit beside the prince as queen. The challenge was presented across the land, but every noble and scholar failed. When Adùn heard of the puzzle, she could not resist the call of destiny. With confidenc...

In the village of Ìrànjẹ́, there was no girl as admired as Fọlá. She was as radiant as the morning sun, with deep brown skin that glowed under the daylight and eyes that sparkled like the river under the moon. Her laughter carried through the village like a melody, and wherever she walked, heads turned. Fọlá was not only beautiful but also full of life. She moved with the grace of a gazelle, weaving baskets by the riverside with the other girls, yet she was just as quick to climb trees like the boys. She loved pounding yam in the evenings, her strong hands working the mortar as she sang. She was stubborn too, always challenging traditions, always asking questions, always seeking more. The young men of Ìrànjẹ́ adored her. Olákúnlé, the hunter, often brought her the biggest game from his hunts. Délé, the drummer, composed beats just for her, hoping she would dance only for him. But Fọlá, though she smiled at them, belonged to no one. She was wild like the wind, free like the river. Yet, ...