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Anansi and Wisdom Anansi and Wisdom @anansi ˈænd ˈwɪzdəm

Written by Ghanaian folktale

Illustrated by Wiehan de Jager

Read by Darshan Soni

Language English

Level Level 3

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Long long ago people didn’t know anything. They didn’t know how to plant crops, or how to weave cloth, or how to make iron tools. The god Nyame up in the sky had all the wisdom of the world. He kept it safe in a clay pot.

Long long ago people didn't know anything. They didn't know how to plant crops, or how to weave cloth, or how to make iron tools. The god Nyame up in the sky had all the wisdom of the world. He kept it safe in a clay pot.

ˈɫɔŋ ˈɫɔŋ əˈɡoʊ ˈpipəɫ ˈdɪdən ˈnoʊ ˈɛniˌθɪŋ ˈðeɪ ˈdɪdən ˈnoʊ ˈhaʊ ˈtu ˈpɫænt ˈkɹɑps ˈɔɹ ˈhaʊ ˈtu ˈwiv ˈkɫɔθ ˈɔɹ ˈhaʊ ˈtu ˈmeɪk ˈaɪɝn ˈtuɫz ˈðə ˈɡɑd @nyame ˈəp ˈɪn ˈðə ˈskaɪ ˈhæd ˈɔɫ ˈðə ˈwɪzdəm ˈəv ˈðə ˈwɝɫd ˈhi ˈkæpt ˈɪt ˈseɪf ˈɪn ˈeɪ ˈkɫeɪ ˈpɑt


One day, Nyame decided that he would give the pot of wisdom to Anansi. Every time Anansi looked in the clay pot, he learned something new. It was so exciting!

One day, Nyame decided that he would give the pot of wisdom to Anansi. Every time Anansi looked in the clay pot, he learned something new. It was so exciting!

ˈwən ˈdeɪ @nyame ˌdɪˈsaɪdɪd ˈðæt ˈhi ˈwʊd ˈɡɪv ˈðə ˈpɑt ˈəv ˈwɪzdəm ˈtu @anansi ˈɛvɝi ˈtaɪm @anansi ˈɫʊkt ˈɪn ˈðə ˈkɫeɪ ˈpɑt ˈhi ˈɫɝnd ˈsəmθɪŋ ˈnju ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈsoʊ ɪkˈsaɪtɪŋ


Greedy Anansi thought, “I’ll keep the pot safe at the top of a tall tree. Then I can have it all to myself!” He spun a long thread, wound it round the clay pot, and tied it to his stomach. He began to climb the tree. But it was hard climbing the tree with the pot bumping him in the knees all the time.

Greedy Anansi thought, "I'll keep the pot safe at the top of a tall tree. Then I can have it all to myself!" He spun a long thread, wound it round the clay pot, and tied it to his stomach. He began to climb the tree. But it was hard climbing the tree with the pot bumping him in the knees all the time.

ˈɡɹidi @anansi ˈθɔt ˈaɪɫ ˈkip ˈðə ˈpɑt ˈseɪf ˈæt ˈðə ˈtɑp ˈəv ˈeɪ ˈtɔɫ ˈtɹi ˈðɛn ˈaɪ ˈkæn ˈhæv ˈɪt ˈɔɫ ˈtu ˌmaɪˈsɛɫf ˈhi ˈspən ˈeɪ ˈɫɔŋ ˈθɹɛd ˈwaʊnd ˈɪt ˈɹaʊnd ˈðə ˈkɫeɪ ˈpɑt ˈænd ˈtaɪd ˈɪt ˈtu ˈhɪz ˈstəmək ˈhi biˈɡæn ˈtu ˈkɫaɪm ˈðə ˈtɹi ˈbət ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈhɑɹd ˈkɫaɪmɪŋ ˈðə ˈtɹi ˈwɪð ˈðə ˈpɑt ˈbəmpɪŋ ˈhɪm ˈɪn ˈðə ˈniz ˈɔɫ ˈðə ˈtaɪm


All the time Anansi’s young son had been standing at the bottom of the tree watching. He said, “Wouldn’t it be easier to climb if you tied the pot to your back instead?” Anansi tried tying the clay pot full of wisdom to his back, and it really was a lot easier.

All the time Anansi's young son had been standing at the bottom of the tree watching. He said, "Wouldn't it be easier to climb if you tied the pot to your back instead?" Anansi tried tying the clay pot full of wisdom to his back, and it really was a lot easier.

ˈɔɫ ˈðə ˈtaɪm @anansi's ˈjəŋ ˈsən ˈhæd ˈbɪn ˈstændɪŋ ˈæt ˈðə ˈbɑtəm ˈəv ˈðə ˈtɹi ˈwɑtʃɪŋ ˈhi ˈsɛd ˈwʊdənt ˈɪt ˈbi ˈiziɝ ˈtu ˈkɫaɪm ˈɪf ˈju ˈtaɪd ˈðə ˈpɑt ˈtu ˈjɔɹ ˈbæk ˌɪnˈstɛd @anansi ˈtɹaɪd ˈtaɪɪŋ ˈðə ˈkɫeɪ ˈpɑt ˈfʊɫ ˈəv ˈwɪzdəm ˈtu ˈhɪz ˈbæk ˈænd ˈɪt ˈɹiɫi ˈwɑz ˈeɪ ˈɫɑt ˈiziɝ


In no time he reached the top of the tree. But then he stopped and thought, “I’m supposed to be the one with all the wisdom, and here my son was cleverer than me!” Anansi was so angry about this that he threw the clay pot down out of the tree.

In no time he reached the top of the tree. But then he stopped and thought, "I'm supposed to be the one with all the wisdom, and here my son was cleverer than me!" Anansi was so angry about this that he threw the clay pot down out of the tree.

ˈɪn ˈnoʊ ˈtaɪm ˈhi ˈɹitʃt ˈðə ˈtɑp ˈəv ˈðə ˈtɹi ˈbət ˈðɛn ˈhi ˈstɑpt ˈænd ˈθɔt ˈaɪm səˈpoʊzd ˈtu ˈbi ˈðə ˈwən ˈwɪð ˈɔɫ ˈðə ˈwɪzdəm ˈænd ˈhiɹ ˈmaɪ ˈsən ˈwɑz ˈkɫɛvəˌɹɝ ˈðæn ˈmi @anansi ˈwɑz ˈsoʊ ˈæŋɡɹi əˈbaʊt ˈðɪs ˈðæt ˈhi ˈθɹu ˈðə ˈkɫeɪ ˈpɑt ˈdaʊn ˈaʊt ˈəv ˈðə ˈtɹi


It smashed into pieces on the ground. The wisdom was free for everyone to share. And that is how people learned to farm, to weave cloth, to make iron tools, and all the other things that people know how to do.

It smashed into pieces on the ground. The wisdom was free for everyone to share. And that is how people learned to farm, to weave cloth, to make iron tools, and all the other things that people know how to do.

ˈɪt ˈsmæʃt ˈɪntu ˈpisəz ˈɑn ˈðə ˈɡɹaʊnd ˈðə ˈwɪzdəm ˈwɑz ˈfɹi ˈfɔɹ ˈɛvɹiˌwən ˈtu ˈʃɛɹ ˈænd ˈðæt ˈɪz ˈhaʊ ˈpipəɫ ˈɫɝnd ˈtu ˈfɑɹm ˈtu ˈwiv ˈkɫɔθ ˈtu ˈmeɪk ˈaɪɝn ˈtuɫz ˈænd ˈɔɫ ˈðə ˈəðɝ ˈθɪŋz ˈðæt ˈpipəɫ ˈnoʊ ˈhaʊ ˈtu ˈdu


Written by: Ghanaian folktale
Illustrated by: Wiehan de Jager
Read by: Darshan Soni
Language: English
Level 3
Source: Anansi and Wisdom from African Storybook
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