African Short and Funny Stories

By Samson Kamara

A collection of stories for fun and relaxation. All the stories are fictitious and intended for fun but each one carried a hidden message and a brief look into African folk tales.
These stories were told around the fire in the village square in the moon light
This was the the process of passing history and tradition to children as the only way of teaching in the traditional African setting

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781450243964

Samson Kamara

This book is about corruption and how it contributed to reducing the life of a happy forward looking man in charge of a school to a common refugee in England. Moses has had a rough childhood, and he never enjoyed his childhood. Amid his unhappy childhood, he has always dreamt of a happy adulthood. He had double promotion twice in the elementary school and went to high school one year ahead of his time because he past the high school entrance exam one year in advance. In the high school he never fell below the eighth position in a class of fifty. He graduated with his first degree from the local University. Moses went to England and he studied in five Universities and he graduated with two postgraduate diplomas, two masters degrees and two college certificates. He taught in Birmingham and then emigrated to the U.S. and he has been teaching science in Providence, Rhode Island since 1997.

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ISBN: 978-1-4502-4395-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4502-4396-4 (ebook)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011900575

Printed in the United States of America

iUniverse rev. date: 4/25/2011

Table of Contents

1. THE JOURNEY BY LORRY

2. CAVA BIEN

3. A TASTE OF HELL

4. MOUTH AND FOOT SIZE

5. WHY MR. SPIDER HAS A TINY MIDDLE SHAPE

6. THE KING’S FARM HOUSE

7. THE CHIP SHOP HOLD UP

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

1

THE JOURNEY BY LORRY

Once upon a time, a man came to a village to wait for transport to go home to his village.

He went straight to the house with a hammock in the verandah. I am going to relax on this hammock while I wait for the lorry he said himself. He walked into the verandah and no one was in the house. The villagers have all gone to the farm. The house doors are

all locked. The village is quiet, except the occasional cock crow. The front doors of all the houses are closed, an indication that no one is in the village at that time of day.

Beeeeh he heard the sound of a goat behind the house. He sat in the neighbor’s hammock in the verandah all afternoon. He waited and waited. He took a walk to the stream, have a bath, a drink and he came back and sat on the hammock again swinging himself gently. The lorry never came, I might have missed the only lorry he thought, but I am not going back to where I came from. He thought of the half days walk on foot back to the village again and then walk back tomorrow. He decided to sit it out. In the middle of the afternoon he got really hungry. He went into the forest to look for wild fruits. He came back half an hour later and he went back and sat on the hammock. He saw a woman emerging from the foot path into the village square with a big bundle on her head. He knew that she too was traveling and she was coming to wait for the lorry. He watched patiently to see which house the woman was going into. She stopped in the middle of the village square and looked round the houses which were in a circle. They were all empty and the doors locked except the one the man was swinging on the hammock. She walked straight into this house where the man was in the verandah. She did not know that the man too was a stranger