Until lions have their own historians, accounts of the hunt will always celebrate the hunter.
What gives the child the itch has already given him the fingernails for scratching it.
When a new saying gets to the land of empty men they lose their heads over it.
When crocodiles eat their own eggs, what will they not do to the flesh of a frog?
When the head of a household dies, the house becomes an empty shell.
When trouble nocks and one says there is no chair it says it bring it own seat.
The roaring lion kills no prey.
The thirsty fig sits waiting patiently, waiting for the arrival of the rains.
Those whose palm-kernels were cracked for them by a benevolent spirit should not forget to be humble.
Until the rotten tooth is pulled out, the mouth must chew with caution.
What is Past is Prologue.
When a once-beautiful piece of cloth has turned into rags, no one remembers that it was woven by Ukwa master weavers.
When it is the turn of a man to become the head of a village, he does not need to diviner to tell him that he is destined to rule.
When the hyena drinks, the dog can only look on.
When will the goat be strong enough to kill a leopard.
The ruin of a land and its peoples begins in their homes.
The toad likes water but not when the water is boiling.
Though the bat may hang its head downwards, it is fully aware of the way the birds fly.
Up, up, struggle; the world is struggle.
What is sensible today may be derangement at another time.
When a palm-branch reaches its height, it gives way for a fresh one to grow.
When mother cow is cropping grass, her young one watches her mouth.
When the laborer is praised, his cutlass begins to cut more keenly.
When you are eating with the devil, you must use a long spoon.
The same rain that drenches the slave also drenches the slave driver.