STORYTELLING, THE AFRICAN WAY: An endangered art

   Storytellingis the act of conveying events using words as it's vehicle. Storytelling, simply called narratives instills cultural, educational and entertainment values.
   The ever changing world has not left the art of storytelling out of it's sphere of influence.
   Among the category I term innovative art, the art of storytelling is now an endangered specie.
   Once known as a trademark of the African community/settlement, the sight of people (especially young ones) gather round a storyteller or a narrator to listen to stories couched in morals and spices with humor is almost been confined to the archive of history.
   Storytelling period was one every child looks up to, gathering round grand pa/ma, mum or dad, close relative to tap from their store of knowledge. It was a delight.
   Storytelling fostered social and family ties amidst siblings, compound/community peers. As we evolved, our social life's as Africans have been infected rather slowly with the social media virus, spending more of our time before the screens.
   Siblings in our present day time and age rather get a window to interact with themselves safe for the time they struggle for possession of the remote controls to the TV sets. The 8am-5pm schedule rob parents of precious bonding time with their children leaving them with little or no time for themselves to spare.
   I remember stories we call grandma/pa, mum/dad's tale that taught us to be contented, instilled in us the courtesy, teaching us to say 'thank you', avoid greed and not to envy others. No better location/site than staying under the shades of trees, as we get served with the cool natural breeze(better than the synthetic air conditioning set).
   Permit me remind you of the instance we were told as a child not to drink the water found in the center of the coconut cos it would result in academic retardation. Smiles, those it strike a cord?
   The moral of the story teaches us to teach us not to be greedy and have total content in the nut offered to us.
   As we grabble with letting our much adored skill/art that has spanned generations leave us through the doors, won't we be serving a delicious meal of injustice to the next generation?
   We now leave the duty of storytelling to tales by moonlight and animated characters(cartoons).
   Sighs! Are we doing well in this regard?
   Feel free to share stories u remember so someone from the 'indomie' generation could have a feel of real storytelling.