Ethiopian Folktales

Narrated by Aykabadane Basha

There was a nomad boy in a far country and he used bestiality with donkeys. He came home after many years; he saw the vagina of his mother as she climbed the hill.

“What’s that wound?” he said.

“It’s not a wound. You’ll find out later when you get married.”

He married a certain girl.

“Where is your wound?” he asked her, and she showed him her feet.

“Look, I don’t have any wounds,” she said.

They had sex that night, and he realised it wasn’t a wound but the sweetest experience in the world.

The next day a certain tribe, the Borenas, invaded with spears and arrows and were killing people in the villages.

The woman said, “Let’s run away like everyone else.”

But he refused to leave the house, asking for that wound-looking thing. She went out of the house and he followed her.

“I have it. Come now,” she said.

So, thinking he would get it, he followed and followed and they escaped.