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Diwali: The Festival of Lights
*Diwali: Terse cultures and traditions, celebrates a multitude of festivals throughout the year. One of the most widely celebrated festivals in the country is *Diwali*, also known as the *Festival of Lights*. This festival, which holds deep religious significance, is observed by millions of people across India and around the world. Diwali marks the triumph of good over evil and light over darkness, and it is celebrated with much fanfare, joy, and devotion.
By Israel morakinyo 12 months ago in History
The New year festival of Oyo state
A big area had been cleared out in the middle of the party for the yearly cultural contest. The stage was adorned with woven mats and decorated with flowers, and the whole village had come alive in the spirit of the festival. The competition this year, however, was unlike any other. It wasn’t just about dancing or singing. This year, the contest would determine who could create the most beautiful and meaningful story to usher in the new year. The winner would earn the title of "Storyteller of the Year" and receive a special gift, a necklace said to have magical powers—passed down through generations. Among the crowd was *Adebisi*, a young girl of about twelve years Her dark skin shone in the light from the many bonfires, and her eyes were bright with joy. She had dreamed of winning the contest for years, but this was her first chance. Adebisi was known for her quick wit, sharp memory, and an imagination that could transport her to worlds beyond the ordinary. Her family, humble farmers in the village, didn’t have much, but Adebisi had something that no one could take from her—her gift of storytelling. The loud drums made the ground shake under the feet of the excited crowd. The colorful banners fluttered in the cool evening breeze, signaling that the New Year festival in Oyo State had begun. The air was filled with anticipation as villagers and visitors gathered from every corner of the Western part of Nigeria, dressed in their brightest clothes and ready for the most anticipated event of the year: the competition. It would be tough to win this year, though. Standing near her was *Olumide*, a popular boy in the village known for his charm and cleverness. He had won last year’s competition, and many people believed he was the one to beat. Olumide had been boasting all day, saying he had the most incredible story ready, one that would make the entire village cry, laugh, and shout in amazement. Adebisi's heart was beating fast as she olumide. He was so confident. Would she be able to impress the judges this year? She had spent weeks crafting her story, but doubt clouded her mind. As the sun began to set and the vibrant colors of the sky reflected in the people's eyes, the competition began. Adebisi took her place, standing behind a wooden podium. The crowd grew quiet, their eyes fixed on the competitors. It was her turn to share her story. She stepped forward, her knees shaking, but her heart steady. She cleared her throat, and the audience fell into a deep silence. Once upon a time, there was a boy named Tunde who lived in a town a lot like ours. Tunde’s family was poor, and they had little to survive on. But what they lacked in wealth, they made up for in love. Every evening, Tunde’s mother would tell him stories of hope, teaching him that the most important treasure in the world was not gold or silver, but love and kindness." Adebisi paused, glancing at the crowd. She noticed her father in the front row, his face glowing with pride. She smiled at him before continuing. "Tunde had a lot of dreams growing up, but the village experienced starvation one year. Numerous families were starving, and there was no food left. Due to malnutrition, Tunde's mother became unwell and eventually lost the ability to speak. Determined to save her, however, Tunde set out on a quest to obtain food, crossing steep mountains, deep jungles, and far beyond the settlement. He merely thought about his mother and was not afraid of the threats. Adebisi's eyes started to flood up with tears, but she forced them back while speaking in a firm voice. After several days, Tunde discovered a secret valley with a river that flowed sweetly and a profusion of fruit trees. A storm arrived as he was leaving the valley after gathering food in big baskets. Tunde was carried away by the floodwaters as the river started to rise. However, Tunde recalled his mother's words as the waves dragged him under: "Love will always find a way to bring you home, even in the darkest times." Feeling the weight of her own story, Adebisi paused once again as the audience gasped. Some people in the audience were crying softly, and she could hear them. Like when she first conceived the novel, she knew they were experiencing the journey's emotions. "He reached out and grabbed a branch just before Tunde was going to drown. He dragged himself to the shore with all his might. His mother was standing in front of him. To find him, she had traveled all the way to the valley. She said, "Your love saved you, Tunde, and now we can go home together." Adebisi inhaled deeply. Thus, rather than bringing wealth back to their community, Tunde and his mother brought a tale of love and tenacity that would be told for centuries to come. The air was heavy with emotion, and for a while the throng was silent. Glancing at her father, who was also crying with his hands clenched together in appreciation, Adebisi wiped the tears from her face. Knowing that the love she had put into her story had warmed their hearts made her heart feel warm. Then Olumide's turn came. He smiled confidently, got up, and started. "There once was a boy by the name of *Chuka*. Chuka was renowned across the nation as a fighter of unmatched strength and courage. All of the warriors were terrified when a large beast arrived in the community one day. However, Chuka entered the forest fearlessly and used his bare hands to kill the beast. Olumide's narrative was amazing; it was action-packed and full of adventure. Although the audience was enthralled, there was something off-putting—almost too ideal. Adebisi's story had heart, while his did not. The last applause wasn't the same, though. No heartfelt connection, no tears. It was a story of fortitude more than love. For what seemed like an age, the judges deliberated. As she arose, Adebisi's heart pounded in her chest. When the judges finally returned, the chief took the stage to announce the winner, grinning while holding the microphone. "This year, we have seen stories of bravery, strength, and love, but only one story truly captured the spirit of our people—our culture, our heart. The winner of this year's competition is…" The crowd leaned in, and the entire village erupted in applause. "Adebisi, the daughter of Adebayo!" Adebisi's heart soared when the chief put the necklace around her neck, and she looked up at the stars while muttering a silent prayer of gratitude. As the celebration went on through the night, Adebisi Her relatives gathered around her as she sat by the fire. She was aware that the love she gave and received was what really counted, regardless of where life led her. The bond she had made with her narrative would endure forever, regardless of the jewelry. In the midst of her village's laughter, she experienced something even more enchanted than any reward: the love that united them all.
By Israel morakinyo 12 months ago in History
