One of my favourite myths is one about cheetahs getting their streaks from the tears of crying mothers through the generations. It’s possible the most beautiful story imo in existence.
The version I was taught in Zulu was that a mother loses her cubs to a hunter. After hiding them in a bush and going to hunt, the Hunter- being too lazy to hunt traditionally - steals them, and so distraught she cries and cries until the tears stain her cheeks. A wise man, hearing this, comes and helps her. Hearing that her cubs were taken he tells the whole village about the selfish hunter, who is then banned.
Now cheetahs wear those stains to remind everyone that it is only honourable to hunt traditionally.
It would be epic if some of our myths and legends were represented more because some of them are plain gorgeous, whilst others like the tokoloshi are practically key to understanding the culture.