Babalawo mo wa bebe
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Story story!
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Once upon a time!
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This is a story about the tortoise and his wife
Yonibo, who had been married for several years without any children. This
worried them a lot, and so the tortoise decided to see the village priest about
the situation.
The priest told the tortoise not to worry, and
showed him a kind of special soup he had prepared for Yonibo. He told the
tortoise that if Yonibo drank the soup, it would put an end to her barrenness.
The tortoise was very happy and he thanked the priest, who severely warned him
against drinking the soup. The tortoise assured the priest that he would not
drink the soup. However, on his way home, the aroma of the soup made his mouth
water so much that he decided to stop and take a sip of the soup. He took a sip
and continued on his way.
You know what they say about stolen food. The
farther he walked, the more his mouth watered. So the tortoise kept taking
little sips from the soup until eventually before he got home, the bowl was
empty and his abdomen was severely distended so that he looked pregnant. The
tortoise didn’t know what to do, so he went home to Yonibo but didn’t tell her
the full story. Yonibo was worried about him, so she suggested going back to
the priest to find a cure for her husband’s huge belly. As they left the house,
the tortoise started lamenting his fate in this song:
Babalawo mo wa bebe
(Baba I’ve come to beg)
Alugbinrin
(Alugbirin)
Ogun to se fun mi lere kan
(The soup you gave to me earlier)
Alugbinrin
(Alugbirin)
Oni nma ma fowo kenu
(You said not to eat it)
Alugbinrin
(Alugbirin)
Oni nma ma fese kenu
(You said not to eat it)
Alugbinrin
(Alugbirin)
Mo fowo kan obe mo fi kenu
(I put my finger in and tasted it)
Alugbinrin
(Alugbirin)
Mo boju wo kun, ori gbendu
(I looked down at my stomach, and it was huge)
Alugbinrin.
(Alugbirin)
Babalawo Mo wa bebe, Alugbinrin...
(Babalawo I’ve come to beg, Alugbirin).
When Yonibo heard this song, she was furious because she realized
what her husband had done. The priest had no antidote for the soup, which was
supposed to boost Yonibo’s pregnancy was now boosting the tortoise’s glands.
The priest was also furious, and kept saying ‘Didn’t I tell you not to drink
the soup? Didn’t I tell you?’
The tortoise was in so much pain that he died a few hours
later, in Yonibo’s arms.
Moral Lessons:
Greed kills.
Do not covet what does not belong to you.
Lol so guys I hope you enjoyed this. I know some of yall know this story. Leave a comment about a memory of a tortoise story you remember :)
11 CerebrallyEndowed views:
loved it..
it reminded me of the tortoise and the lion or dog story in d clouds with food nt sure but cant remember he it goes ( animal kingdom sha
) lol enjoyed ur story
even tho we might be old *wink*
we too need bed tym stories hehe
may b told by parters or friends or mums lol..
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This took me way back. The tortoise story I can't forget is how he broke his back by claiming his name was All of you while at a party in the sky with the birds.
Lol, Nigerians had a thing for tortoises though with all the stories. I wonder if i remember them all to tell my children though.
Immediately I started reading, I knew the story. This is because I really loved this one and it is one of the very few yoruba tortoise stories I can tell and sing the song.
greed isn't good at all. Thanks for taking me way back
@Alaba lol i know right! we need to have stories to tell our children
@Myne lool i remember that one too!
@Neefemi: yeahhhh Nigerians were crazy about tortoises back in the day lol
@ilola Lol. You're always welcome.
i so remember this!!! :D
Lol, i'm happy about that
i just heard about this. thanks!! i like it
you're welcome :)
Awwwww!I liked it but why did the tortoise have to die? First time hearing this one.
Tortoise story that comes to mind is the story of how the tortoise fell from the sky and broke his back, hence the patches...and i think one where he became king...or so
:D lool i remember that one too!
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