Simbi and the Satyr of the Dark Jungle
Simbi and the Satyr of the Dark Jungle is the fabulous tale of Simbi, a rich and beautiful girl with a wonderful singing voice. She tires of her comfortable lifestyle, and decides that she must come to know poverty and punishment. The story tells, with terrifying imagination and comic invention, of how she achieves this experience and how, in the end, she escapes from it.
Amos Tutuola was born in Abeokuta, Nigeria, in 1920. His first novel, The Palm-Wine Drinkard, was acquired by T. S. Eliot and published by Faber in 1952.
even to stand and walk away from her seat and she was even poorer than a church rat, for she had no any issue or one who could feed her. It was after they drank the water when they could notice that the whole people of this town and with their domestic animals were multi-coloured, and they were greatly wondered and feared in respect of this multi-colour and thus the old woman was looking at them with wonder and fear in respect of their own mono-colour as well. Having rested for a few minutes
the animals the other day by Simbi, the owner of the pit, had heard when rat, the hole dwelling animal, was promising Simbi on that day that he (rat) would bring all the king’s properties through the under ground hole to her room, and because this hunter had since then kept in mind the promise made by rat, therefore, immediately he heard the bellringer announce the stolen properties, he went to the king as a liar. He explained to him that all his properties were in Simbi’s room. And without
grave while I am still alive! Hah! when I was with my wealthy mother, she never failed to provide me my breakfast or lunch or refreshment. But I have not tasted even a drop of water now over three days! If I were not a silly person I should have obeyed my mother’s and other persons’ warning—not to attempt to know the ‘punishment’ and the ‘poverty’. But I am now in the great punishment and in gravy poverty as well! A few hours later, Rali and I were lost ourselves and I have nobody here now with
and the rest refugees before it was killed. “After he had struggled to kill me but failed, then he built an illusive hall, the wall, roof, etc. were migratory birds. And I entered the hall in respect of its beauty and the melodious songs which I heard from there. Having danced and sung for a few hours with the creatures that I met there, I feared greatly and I felt to leave there. But as those creatures were still deceiving me with the dance and songs, I fell asleep unnoticed. And then the
travelled near to the Sinners’ town, they stopped and thought of what to do again so that the people of that town might not be able to suspect them. But Rali told Simbi to ask for a help from one of her gods. Without hesitation she asked from everyone of them (gods) but there was no reply, because time had passed long ago since she should had sacrificed a goat or ram to them, as the old woman who had given them to her had told her to be doing for them every time. But Simbi had neither goat nor