The Drums of the Rif Mountains
Long ago, when the Rif Mountains were untouched by foreign hands and the villages nestled between their slopes still lived by the rhythm of
The Rider of Endless Sands
Long ago, before the sands of Algeria shifted into the shapes we know today, when the Hilali tribes rode their camels across the
The Oasis of Hidden Wisdom
Long ago, when the desert winds carried voices of both mercy and warning, the Mozabite people of the M’zab Valley whispered stories of an
The Palm Wine Tapper and the Trickster Tortoise
Hear this tale, children, for it has been carried in the voices of our fathers and mothers, told by the fireside when the moon
The Hunter and the Magical Antelope
Hear me well, children, gather close to the fire, for this tale has traveled on the lips of our fathers and the drums of
The Yam Farmer and the Spirit of the Forest
Gather close, children, let the firelight touch your faces and let the night carry my words. This tale is not new; it is as
The Palm Wine Tapper and the Forest God
Hear this tale, for it has been carried by the wind of ages. In a small Igbo village, there once lived a humble palm
The Trickster Jackal and the Ostrich’s Dance
Listen, children of the red earth, gather close around the flickering fire. Listen to this tale of long, long ago, when the wind
How the Sun and Moon Became Enemies
Once upon a time, when the world was young, the sky was peaceful and bright. In those early days, the Sun and the Moon
How the Mantis Stole the Moonlight
Listen, children of the desert wind, listen well to this tale of long ago, when the world was young and the spirits walked
