Aso

Anansi's longsuffering wife. I find in stories like this, and even in Brer Rabbit and other such tales, the hero always goes home to his wife, and she comes up with a plan, and the hero still gets the credit.
Here is the credit to Aso.

Here Is How

I weave as well as the gods!
Don't tell me otherwise
Arachne has nothing on me
And I am already a spider

I shall weave a hegemony
Of superstition, of mumbo-jumbo
Of all things magical
I don't give a fig for the gods!

You are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar
A moocher, a trickster, a magic-bean-buyer
You are the pretender, Anansi the spider
Come sit and pretend by my hearth, by my fire

For I have your flax-golden tales to spin
And webs of deception to weave
It was I who brought stories from Nyame
My lies make you seem uncanny

Judge for yourself if I'm potent or im
I made the masks for the things you have been
I will whisper my plans in your spider-ear!
I'll have your children and your answers, my dear

It is a tall order
Not so tall you can't reach
And here is how, here is how
Here is how, here is how
To complete the inconceivable
Do you know what that means?