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Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Story: Anansi's Jealousy

Inside of a Jail Cell
Photo by: Aliven Sarkar found on Wiki

“Dad, why have I never met grandpa before?” Abioye asked.

“Well, son, your grandpa did some bad things a while ago and had to go away,” Kweku, Abioye’s father, responded.

“Like what kind of things? Where did he go? Is he ever coming back? Why did he have to…”Abioye was cut off by his father.

“Look, son, you’re not quite old enough to know these things. When the time is right…” Kewku was saying as Abioye interceded.

“Dad, I am thirteen years old. I am more than old enough to know. Please tell me,” Abioye said.

“Okay. I will tell you.” Kweku sighed with a feeling of defeat. Kweku then proceeded to tell the story of his father, Anansi.

Kweku started, “Your grandfather’s name is Anansi. He was born into a family with very little possessions. Your grandfather grew up in a small shack on the outskirts of this very town that we live in. He had a neighbor who was quite wealthy with a gigantic mansion and all sorts of possessions. Your grandfather did not like being poor and wished he was a part of the family next door. The neighbors had a son about the same age as Anansi. His name was Nothing.”

“His name was Nothing? That is an odd name,” Abioye interrupted.

“Yes, it is. Now, please do not interrupt me or I will stop the story,” Kweku said before continuing the story.

“Now Nothing did not show off his wealth to Anansi; instead, he befriended Anansi. The two grew up and remained friends, although they remained separated by wealth. One day, Anansi and Nothing decided it was time they both had wives. They set off for town with the intent to return with wives. On the road, Anansi began to worry that he would not find a good wife because he was poor. So, he tricked Nothing into switching clothes. He then lied to the townspeople, saying he was rich. Many women flocked to him, and he selected the best. Meanwhile, the only girl that would marry Nothing was a poor man’s daughter. When they returned home, your grandmother realized that your grandfather was in fact poor. She had been deceived, so she went next door to Nothing’s house. She refused to return home because she liked Nothing’s life more than your grandfather’s. This upset your grandfather, so he made a choice that would stick with him for the rest of his life. He murdered Nothing out of jealousy. What your grandfather didn’t realize was that your grandmother was pregnant with me at the time. The police found Nothing’s body and opened an investigation. Ultimately, they found your grandfather guilty, and he went to jail. He is still in jail to this day,” Kweku said.

“So, Grandpa killed someone?” Abioye asked.


“Yes. He killed his neighbor out of jealousy,” said Kweku. “The reason I have chosen to tell you this story is so that you can learn from it. Your grandfather did not like the family that he came from. He did not like the circumstances that he found himself in. Instead of working hard and saving money, he tried to cheat which ended in failure and jail.”

Author's Note:


The story of Anansi and Nothing is one of murder and jealousy. Anansi was a poor man who lived near a wealthy man by the name of Nothing. They went into town one day to find wives. On the road there, Anansi asked to wear Nothing’s robes for a while to feel what it is like to wear nice clothes. He agreed to return the robes before they reached town. Every time Nothing asked for them back, Anansi would make an excuse to keep them. When they reached town, Anansi found many wives because they thought he was rich. Nothing only found one wife, a daughter of a poor man. When they returned home with the wives, Anansi’s wives realized that Anansi was in fact poor. They struggled to find enough food, so Nothing’s wife invited them over for a feast. After the feast ended, the wives refused to return home to their poor lives. Anansi became jealous, so he devised a plan to kill Nothing. After Nothing’s death, Nothing’s wife went into town and gave yams to children, and in return the children mourned Nothing’s death with her. Now whenever you see a child crying, you will hear that they are “crying for nothing.” I chose to write my story very closely to the original, but from the point of view of Anansi’s child and grandchild. I kept with the theme of my previous stories and my project, a theme of overcoming your past to succeed. In my previous stories, my characters work hard to overcome their terrible pasts to succeed in life. In contrast, Anansi decides he wants to cheat and trick his way out of being poor. This short cut to success ends up being his downfall unlike my other characters. 

Bibliography:
West African Folktales by William H. Barker and Cecilia Sinclair, with drawings by Cecilia Sinclair (1917). Link

Reading Notes: West African Folktales Part B

There was once a great scarcity of food. Anansi and his son went out hunting and luckily his son killed a deer. Anansi left his son there to guard the deer while he fetched a basket to carry the deer. A dragon appeared and scared the son off to a nearby cave. The dragon took Anansi and his son to a castle. The son gathered the other prisoners and devised a plan to escape. They made a rope ladder to throw up to the gods above. The dragon returned as they were climbing the ladder. Whenever the dragon got close, the son threw food down for the dragon to get distracted by. The gods were impressed and made the son the sun, Anansi the moon, and the fellow survivors the stars.


A dragon like in the story
by Daicaregos found on wiki

A long time ago, the chief Mauri wanted to have a yam festival, and invited all the other chiefs. On the morning of, chief Mauri sent his servants to buy many different things in nearby towns. The tortoise, Mr. Klo, was sent to get wine at the palm-fields. Mr. Klo was a speedy traveler. The owner of the wine said the only way to get the wine was to fight for it. Mr. Klo won after many hours of fighting. He filled his pot with wine and drank the remaining wine. He got too drunk from the wine which slowed his trip back. He was late and the gates were closed and locked. He died under the weight of his load. The pot was pasted to his back by the mud. He was revived but now had a shell on his back and walked on four legs.


A hunter wandered too far in a forest and heard sweet music. It was a tortoise with a harp. He returned every day and eventually offered to take the tortoise home. Word traveled about the tortoise but people would not believe the story. A bet was made and the hunter brought the tortoise to town the next day. The tortoise did not sing. The hunter was killed. The tortoise then spoke and said the hunter deserved to die because he was not content with just hearing the music, he had to brag. 

Bibliography:
 West African Folktales by William H. Barker and Cecilia Sinclair, with drawings by Cecilia Sinclair (1917). Link
 

Reading Notes: West African Folktales Part A


Cultural Depiction of a Spider
By a Caddoan Artist found on Wiki

In the old days in Africa, men told stories of Nyankupon who was the chief of the gods. Spider wanted the stories to be about him. Spider asked Nyankupon if the stories could be about him. Nyankupon agreed if Spider brought him a jar of live bees, a boa constrictor, and a tiger. Spider tricked the bees into getting in the jar by saying he and Nyankupon were disputing if they could fit. Spider then tricked a snake into laying straight by a stick to measure the snake. He tied the snake to the stick. Lastly, he tricked the tiger into sewing his eyes shut and then led the tiger to Nyankupon. Nyankupon was amazed by Spider’s trickiness so he granted him permission to have stories told about him.

There was a man named Father Anansi who possessed all of the wisdom of the world. He was upset with men so he put all the wisdom in a pot, sealed it, and hid it. Anansi had a son who was suspicious of his father. Anansi couldn’t climb a tree because he was carrying the pot. The son asked him why he didn’t put the pot on his back. Anansi realized his son had wisdom that he did not which angered him. He dropped the pot which broke and released all of the wisdom.


There was a man named Nothing who was super rich and lived near Anansi. The two of them decided to go to town to get wives. Anansi convinced Nothing to switch clothes because Anansi had ragged clothes. Nothing agreed but wanted them back before town. Anansi kept delaying the switch back until they reached town. Anansi got many wives, Nothing got a poor daughter. Soon the wives realized who was actually rich. After a while of little food, Nothing’s wife invited Anansi’s wives over who refused to go back to Anansi. Anansi killed Nothing. Nothing’s wife took yams to all the children in exchange for them to cry with her over Nothing. Hence the reason if you ask a child why they are crying, you will be told, “he is crying for nothing.”

Bibliography:
West African Folktales by William H. Barker and Cecilia Sinclair, with drawings by Cecilia Sinclair (1917). Link