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This book is not intended to discriminate any religion. I’m Christian by birth and loves Islam like my childhood religion. This book is a testimony of Eledumare to his people and I can’t afford to conceal it. It entails the true value of African Mythology that teaches you how to live a life of fulfillment to earn yourself deserved eternity.

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From the Author’s desk… When Christ was here, he came to give our lives a meaning by introducing a genuine and true way to seek God. He didn’t come to break the RULES; rather, he came to complement them. His teaching and healing power attracted many and sundry. His mission became a threat to the Pharisees posing themselves as Synagogue priests. They conspired against him and watched him crucified on the cross of Calvary.

I Shola Ayanleye respect and believe what Christ stands for but the story of Ela blows my mind the most because it happens here in Africa. Ela is a messenger of God that existed in Ile-Ife over 1000 years. Ela is the reincarnation of Orunmila, although with a strange mission this time. Just like a flash of the past, I remember the good news of life eternity which Eledumare sent Ela to deliver to the world. It sounds amazing and hard to believe but it’s the truth. It’s quite disheartening how Africans pay less attention to their rich history and exalts borrowed beliefs with a strange way of life alien to theirs; probably this will strike their thought.

Few friends of mine that are opportune to read this story before it came to the public raised an issue over the dialogues of this book and it almost generate domestic conflict among them. A faction said it’s an assumption while another faction said it’s a perfect way to illustrate the epic story for people to understand what it really means to us while the last faction were puzzled on how I knew I have lived a life before. I simply asked them if any of their generation witnessed when any of the prophets mentioned in the	 holy books was born. All I could get was a cheap mumble from them. I believe their mumbling answers the first question. Now, when they could not witnessed any of these great men that existed over 2000 B.C in distance Israel and believed just the tales and artist impression, why can’t they believe their own history that happens right here in ancient past? We have our great men of the past too. Infact, we have them all over Africa but many pay less attention to know them due to religion regulations that forbids their native tradition. The pure way of life of our forefathers that never indebt one of sin. They possess a genuine way to approach God and the easier way to get their wish.

Ela was sent by Eledumare (Almighty God) to correct the excessive long lifespan of mankind. Even though he was born of flesh through Ifabewaji the Bead maker, his virtuous mother, Ela was conceived without sexual unision between her mother and any man. The most incredible thing that happened when his mother was in labor was that no blade was used on her during his delivery. Ela was delivered by God ITSELF. This is the adventure of Ela during his much celebrated journey to America and succeeded in convincing the people to belief in Eledumare, Lord of lords and the God of gods. The book also reveals the top secret of a group of hostile missionaries that invaded Yoruba land many years ago to erase their intimidating history. They tried to wipe the whole generation of the Yorubas so that no one will live to tell the story but Eledumare had watched them with arms akimbo. Although, I might be the writer but I’m only a pencil in the hand of the almighty. It is concealed story of 2000 B.C which libretto De Riviera and the lots wish it’s never told.

Special Dedication This book is ultimately dedicated to Eledumare, Anjonu Ibere (The Mystery of world birth) that greatly inspired and motivated me to champion this Course. Although I might end up dying like Jesus but will see to the fulfillment of this mission without slumber. This book is not a direct discrimination of Christianity and Islam. Just like Christ who came to modify the law, he was lynched by those living by religion. I enjoy cordial relationship with Christ Jesus and Prophet Mohamed. It will be my deepest pleasure if these aforementioned religions understand my stand over our tradition. This book is not and never intends to bring a new religion but to re-dedicate our people to their angry ancestors. However, my dedication will not be complete without honoring the courageous moves of our great ancestors that deservedly earned us these beautiful days. My poem (The World Origin) says it all. The poem was a genuine prophesy of the evolution happening to Africans at home and in Diaspora today e.g. Barack Obama. This book (ELA) is spiritually inclined, illustrated, written and edited as inspired. This is an undiluted version which no man has ever read before it was made available for the public. “For ye shall speak this truth to set my people free” so said the lord. It was written as promptly inspired, no more no less. Read with your deepest mind and keep it in your innermost treasury. I dedicate this book to my two mentors, Bob Marley and Fela Anikulapo Kuti for championing the African course. Prophet Bob Marley gave us a clue to this story in one of his greatest hit song “Buffalo Soldier” but many are ignorant of it and he elaborated much further with “Song of Freedom”. Prophet Fela Anikulapo Kuti also preaches to the people to embrace their tradition till his glorious exit. This are two among many of our KNOWN Heroes of nearest past that should be celebrated and remembered for contributing their own quarter to keep Africans reminded of their ancestral belief. My tribute and heart felt dedication also goes to our Heroes, like the lots of Nelson Mandela, Rev. Prophet Martin Luther King, Shango, Shaka, king Jaja, Mohammed Ben Abu Bekr, Kquanta Keller the Montara, Askia Mohammed, Queen Amina of Zaria, Haile Selassie, Funmilayo Ransome Kuti, Makeda, The Queen of Sheba, Usman dan Fodio, Queen Nzingha of Ndongo that gave up self to earn their people their deserved liberty. Like Ela had taught in a gathering in Candoble, Brazil “You have no excuse to fail your generation if you don’t sacrifice yourself selflessly for their sake. It will make you immortal in their minds and be remembered for eternity. Don’t forget, it’s the life you lived that determines your quest to earn life eternity, so why not live it right. How? It’s very simple, you only have to desire the goodwill for your fellow man, you will inevitably reap exactly what you sow and if it’s otherwise, you will reap same right here on earth before you depart to suffer another miserable agony at the heightened realm. If you live it right, you’ve earned yourself eternity and if you live it wrong, you will suffer double judgment. The decease will suffer the consequence here on earth and continue the suffering at the heightened realm”. My special dedication goes to my ever supportive parents Chief & Mrs. Ayanleye. It has been your dream to see this dream become a reality. Now is the time to take my people to the new world. May you both live long to testify the goodness of God in my life, even after I’m gone.

Meanings of important names Eledumare (Almighty God) Orisha (Small god) Emi (Spirit) Eshu (Lucifer) Orun (Heaven) Aiye (Earth) Kabiyesi (Royal King) Aroko (Notification)

Chapter 1 In the beginning, the world was dark and void. Eledumare {Almighty God the Holy Spirit} sprang from the divine supernatural. ITS presence dominated the space without a face and there was trembling in the atmosphere. Capital IT is use for God because for there shall be no gender attached to IT. God is spirit and thus mustn’t be referred to as he or she. God is more supernatural than the humans, ITS omnipotent presence moves around the surface and forms the shape of human, fading in legion of dust. The dust splitted to four and forms the shape of faded humans. One stands on the left while another with same height stood on the left. The third one stood at the middle and grew bigger and taller than the rest. The fourth one was like a little boy, swaving back and forth, floating on the air. The two with the same height were Eshu (Satan) and Obatala (The great sculptor). The one in the middle is Eledumare that remained a spirit and faceless while IT transformed the rest three to real humans. The lord of host saw that it was good and IT blesses them. When it was the lord’s time to bless Orunmila the smallest of all, IT did and endowed him with knowledge and wisdom. Orunmila’s brilliance gave him the first task of all time He was given the great task to create planet earth. According to Yoruba accounts of creation, when the process is about to begin, Eledumare sent a dove to confirm the habitability of the newly formed planets. The earth being one of these was visited but deemed too wet for conventional life. Eledumare decides to visit the empty planet with quite a number of divinities that were commanded to accomplish the task of helping earth develop its crust. On one of their visits to the realm, the arch-divinity Orunmila took to the stage equipped with a mollusk that held in its shell some form of soil; two cockerel (A male and Female) and white clothing material. He emptied the soil into what soon became a large mound on the surface of water and soon after, the cockerel he brought with him began to scatter the soil around until the point where it gradually made into a large patch of dry land; the various indentations they created eventually becoming hills and valleys. Orunmila leaped on to a high-ground and named the place Ife. The land became fertile and plant life began to flourish. “You cockerel; the most sacred of all birds, go now and spread this soil upon the earth and make it livable for mankind” commanded Orunmila and it began to spread the soil with its legs. The cockerel worked very hard and was very tired. Orunmila saw it and he resolved to inform Eledumare about it. “Eledumare! Eledumare! Eledumare!” he’d called out thrice and the Lord’s presence came before him. “My lord, the cockerel has worked very hard but its strength is failing. I require more birds to finish the task” demanded Orunmila, bowing his face. “With the words of your mouth, ye shall find solution to any uprising. Stretch forth your left hand and make a wish” commanded Eledumare, roving around space. Orunmila did as he was told and the Lord sent a grain of corn to his left hand. “That is the seed of life. Give it to the cockerel to eat and wait for the result” said the Lord and vanished. Orunmila took the corn and gave it to the cockerel to eat. The cockerel ate it and became fertile. It became pregnant and gave birth to seven birds. The seven new birds got matured quickly and gave birth to more birds. In lieu time, the birds spread the earth to a great length and breath that beats Orunmila’s imagination. They started from Africa continue spreading the earth to other part of the world. That’s why it’s synonymous of cockerels to spread the soil with their feet till date. Eledumare visited the earth to check the work of Orunmila and IT was pleased but the earth was still in total darkness. It was then the mighty one performed ITS’ first wonder on earth. With the assistance of various Orishas designated for each task, the lord created Night and Day. “For there must be light to separate the Day from Night. I command you Orisha Monamona (the god of light) to shine your light upon the earth, for you shall provide light during the day while you Osupa (Moon) will lit the earth at night and in few minutes, the earth was lit and there came a shinning light from the east. Orunmila smiled amiably and bow his head in respect for the magnificent power of the mighty one. The two other Orishas became impatient with their non participation. This made Eshu and Obatala visited the earth when it was nearing completion. Eshu and Orunmila emerged from the space and stood before the lord. “My Lord, why are we left out of this great task? We have a lot to contribute to this great creation? You have chosen the smallest of us to work with and the project requires our ideas too. Now that the earth is made; with Night and Day separating Morning and Night. My Lord; there’s the need to differentiate the days too” advised Eshu, bowing obediently before Eledumare. “Brilliant! That’s a very good idea beloveth. I have simple task for you Eshu, I give the power to name each day to differentiate them from each other. As for you Obatala; what ideas have you to add to this great project?” enquired Eledumare and Obatala replied by saying. “Give me the task of creating humans in our image; you know how talented I am with the soil. I can mould humans out of it while you breathe life into it to live my lord” demanded Obatala. “Well, proceed and create more humans upon the earth for life shall be upon whom you have created. They shall live and spread across the world in different racial colours. Come forth and receive the breath of life” ordered the Lord and Obatala stepped forward before the presence of the Lord. The spirit of the lord came over him and Obatala slumped. Obatala’s creativity came into display as he woke up and began the moulding process; from handfuls of earth he began to mould figurines. Meanwhile, as this was happening on earth, Eledumare gathered the gasses from the far reaches of space and sparked an explosion that shaped into a fireball. He subsequently sent it to Ife, where it dried much of the land and simultaneously began to bake the motionless figurines. It was at this point that Eledumare released the "breath of life" to blow across the land, and the figurines slowly came into "being" as the first people of Ife. For this reason, Ile-Ife is locally referred to as the "cradle of existence". The early men created by Obatala are stated as follows. 1.	Lamurudu 2.	Emiolu 3.	Oduduwa 4.	Aganju 5.	Osangangan Obamakin 6.	Obalufon Ogbogbodirin 7.	Obalufon Alayemore 8.	Alaguema 9.	Ayetise 10.	Lajamisan 11.	Lajodoogun 12.	Lafogido 13.	Odidimode Rogbeesin 14.	Aworokolokin 15.	Ekun 16.	Ajimuda 17.	Gboonijio 18.	Okanlajosin 19.	Adegbalu 20.	Oshalufon 21.	Obanla

Obatala’s craftsmanship was brought to a halt when he met Olokun at the bank of a river. Olokun (The god of the sea) gave him wine to drink as refreshment for a good work. Obatala loves the effect the wine had on him and abused it. He got drunk and began to mould incomplete humans. Obatala will mould a human and forget to give it sight or make a leg smaller than the other. This made Eledumare stopped him from producing more to avoid making further mistakes as there are limited soil then to produce more. Eledumare resolved to attach another approach to human creation. IT believes the mass production of humans can’t be achieved by Obatala alone, just like the heavy burden rested on the first cockerel that starts the beginning of creation. Eledumare summoned the rest Orishas to deliberate on the issue. They all resolved that Obatala should create another human feminine to a man. Among these early humans who were not given birth to naturally like human are the likes of Lamurudu and Oduduwa that was presumed to be father and son but was not actually to be. Lamurudu (Lamrod) was the first human created by Obatala. Obatala gave his all to make him and Eledumare gave him live. IT strengthened him more than the rest Orishas which led to envy from Eshu. One day, He cornered Lamurudu and convinced him to challenge God’s dominance over the earth. He introduced the first woman made by Obatala to him. He did it without Obatala’s awareness, vividly aware that Eledumare had asked Obatala not to introduce the woman to him yet unless IT commands him to do so but Eshu had a different idea. He sneaked to where she was kept and brought her before Lamurudu to lure him. Lamurudu fell in love with her immediately and named her Emiolu (Emile). They were specially created to establish different races on the earth but Eshu cornered Lamurudu with a woman and took his magnificent power. Lamurudu was in love with Emiolu and their relationship went on without sex which they are completely ignorant of. Eledumare visited the earth and saw Lamurudu with Emiolu on a tree and ITS’ anger grew. This made Eledumare barked Obatala’s name several times and he emerged from a distance. “Why have you done this? Why did you disobey me?” queried Eledumare, fuming with fury. “I’ve not done anything to disobey you my lord, someone else must have” defended Obatala, bowing his head. “Then who did?” IT demanded again pretending ignorance. “My lord, your messenger borrowed the power you gave me and brought me this woman. He said he will return it in three days” replied Lamurudu, placing his right hand over her shoulder. “Which of my messenger is responsible for this?” “I suspect Eshu my lord” replied Obatala, with his head bowed. “Let him answer the question by himself” screamed Eledumare with extreme anger. “It’s him my lord” affirmed Lamurudu, now trembling with fear. Eledumare summoned Obatala to a secret place. “Now that Lamurudu has seen the woman, what are we to do next?” demanded Eledumare. “I think we should allow them to start the production process. The earth is now so big but no one to dwell in it. With the union of the two, we must make humans dominate the earth before Eshu gained his way to the earth. We must act fast my lord before he takes any step” advised Obatala, trying to steal a look at the lord but restrained himself with fear. “Well then, go ahead with your plans and leave him to me. I know how to deal with him. Go now and start the process of human dominance on earth but how will you tell them on how to go about it” demanded Eledumare but has barely finished IT’s conversation with Obatala when Eshu appeared. “My lord, I expected you to summon me but you didn’t. I know I’ve sinned against you but I did what I’ve done to tempt mankind and test their faith in thee. You’re the omnipotent and the omniscient. There’s no other power more superior to yours. Give me this chance my lord and you’ll be glad indeed” plead Eshu, swinging his wings back and forth. “Eshulalu Ogiri Oko, my great servant. You’ve been part of me since inception of the world creation” IT paused and continued. Since you’ve chosen for yourself what you desire, then have it. Go ahead and test the faith of men in me and henceforth be accountable for their iniquities. I shall provide more Orishas to work with you, because this is a great task and you can’t achieve the objectives all alone. Descend to the earth to make them know of my existence and test man’s faith in me. You’ve done enough things that have attracted my anger but I forgive you. Go now and test the faith of Lamurudu in me. Obatala, you can go now and warn Lamurudu to make sure he ignore Eshu’s tricks. Thereafter, you Eshu should go and lure Emiolu into the process because they are absolutely ignorant about it. Although I’ve warned them several times not to succumb to the urge of the flesh unless I tell them to. So this will be the test of his life and it means much to mankind” illustrated Eledumare while the rest two kept their head bowed. Obatala went ahead to warn Lamurudu of Eshu’s craftiness. Lamurudu assured him of his total loyalty. Obatala blessed him and left almost immediately. Eshu crept in on them a moment later and instead of meeting with Lamurudu, he sneaked in on Emiolu and took her to a secret place and defiles her. Although she declined at first, saying the lord had warned them not to ever touch sensitive parts of their body but Eshu told her that Eledumare knows they will be wiser if they do and will be more powerful than IT. This made her succumb to Eshu and she enjoyed it. She was so exited that she ran to Lamurudu and seduced him to do same to her as he possessed the features Eshu has. They both made love passionately and soon realized their naked state. The newly united couple felt such part of their body that gives them so much pleasure should be hidden, this made them fetch cocoyam leaves to cover their genital parts. After fulfilling their body desire, Eledumare decides to visit them, he called Lamurudu’s name several times but his conscience couldn’t let him answer the call. “Why are you hiding from me or have you done what I asked you not?” demanded Eledumare, with his presence roving around the surface. “The woman you gave me made me do it, but why won’t you allows us my lord? We’ve been wiser since we did it and don’t see anything bad in It.” defended Lamurudu, walking hand in hand with Emiolu out of their hiding with confidence. “So you succumbed to the power of a woman and disobeyed me. You’ve just differentiated between yourselves and me. I’m the lord your God and from now henceforth, you women will labor for nine full moons before giving birth but you both won’t start human generation because you succumbed to Eshu’s temptation. You men will labor in the field and fend for your woman. I shall no longer be responsible for your feedings because you are now wise enough to fend for yourself. Your destiny is now in your hands” stated Eledumare and left. That was not the beginning of human dominance on earth. Their union was fruitless and pressure mounted on Lamurudu from the Orishas to pregnate his woman but he can’t which made him walked away shamefully out of Ife and found himself in far away Mecca, paving way for Oduduwa, the first human to bore another in his image. Although Lamurudu had came back from Mecca some years later with Islamic faith, after breaking away due to religious war but was rejected by Oduduwa. This made him go to Oyo where he succeeded in establishing Islam religion in few parts of the ancient land. This was a religion he blatantly fought against while in Mecca but because Oduduwa refused him back into Ife, he’d thought God’s quietness on the issue indicates ITS on the side of Oduduwa. This made him take Islamic faith to Oyo but was ignorant that the name of Allah he’s calling in another language is same Eledumare (Almighty God) worldwide known. The only basic difference is the mode of worship and beliefs. Oduduwa inherited Emiolu and married her; they’re lonely in the large and beautiful garden called Ifewara. Oduduwa sprang into action immediately by shepherding sheep and planted crops. The rapid growth of Oduduwa’s plantation spreads across the land to neighboring land like Ikire, Oshogbo, Ogbomosho and so on. Emiolu did not conceive for twelve years which made Eledumare provided him with another woman to start human dominance on earth. Oduduwa was very pleased with her and named her Fiwageshin. In just few weeks of their relationship, he got her pregnant and she bore him seven sons including Oranmiyan within nine years. Oduduwa became a delighted man and thanked Eledumare with several burnt offerings for heeding to his prayer. After several prayers and offerings to Eledumare, Emiolu’s womb was opened and she bore nine children for Oduduwa. With the assistance of his wives and children, Oduduwa establish the land of Ife. The ancient land was ruled by Ooduwa Atewanran (The craftsman) for several years. His name was later changed to Oduduwa ‘O dudu (A dark man) and Ewa (Beauty)’ by the people due to his handsome look. He introduced monarchy and basic science. Before he was made the king, Oduduwa was nominated as one of the elderly men in the land, followed by Aganju that made the second nomination for the distinctive throne. On the day of the traditional rite to select the king, two Ogusho (Traditional Candle) were lit with each representing Oduduwa and Aganju respectively. The king makers monitored the Ogusho for several hours before that of Aganju went off. A great roar of joy was in the air endlessly. They saw it as an indication that Eledumare which Oduduwa had introduced to them chose the right person to take them to promise land. They sang and danced all day when Oduduwa was crowned as their King. However, before Oduduwa mounted the throne, the people of the ancient land were uncivilized. Like a smoke without fire, they were dressing in leaves and flower accessories before he became the king. His bravery and creativity endeared him to the heart of his people. He taught them how to weave, make beads, cloths, black smith and many more. His talent cannot be measured with a scale; he’s absolutely gifted and a true prophet. Oduduwa’s reign as the King of Ife witnessed great development in the blessed land, which made her popular among the neighboring villages. He ruled Ife for hundreds of years and grew so old. When he was 947 years, Oduduwa returned to Eledumare on a chain attached to the sky. Before his exit, he advised his children to adhere to his teachings and always remember to serve only the almighty God and honor the terrestrial gods. Oduduwa warned them not to concede Ife to anyone in return for material things in the future. He’d cursed indulgers and further advises his children to uphold his belief and adopt a way of life that pleases Eledumare. Oduduwa possess great prophesy prowess. His word has always come to pass. That was why he changed the name of his last son Oranyan to Oranmiyan, meaning ‘My word came to pass’. Oranmiyan travelled on a long journey when King Oduduwa ascended to Orun – Rere (Heaven). Meanwhile, the treasury of King Oduduwa is filled with various exotic gifts he got from homage payers. He’s got numerous gold accessories and millions of cowries in seventy 80 litres mud pots. The largess in the treasury was all Oranmiyan’s brothers could see. They took everything that caught their fancy in the treasury and made away with livestock too. Oranmiyan’s greedy and selfish brothers absconded to start a new live elsewhere. When Oranmiyan arrived, he met an empty treasury while all the palace staffs have quitted their jobs. Olori Fiwageshin, Oduduwa’s last wife was the only Olori left in the palace. “Where is everybody Mother, the whole palace seems empty” enquired Oranmiyan as he approached her, looking around as if he’s just visited the wrong place. Oranmiyan had suspected there’s something amiss when he emerged through the major lane that led to the palace and the king’s drummer boys weren’t there to welcome him. “Kabiyesi is gone son” reported Fiwageshin, clenching her fist on her cheek with elbow placed on her right leg. “What! Was that why everybody left the palace?” demanded Oranmiyan, wearing a terrifying look. “To make matters worst, your brothers took everything in your father’s treasury including livestock and cowries. They left the whole palace empty. “It’s alright mother, where’s my father’s remaining or do they took the corpse with them too?” “No son, your father did not die like humans do, he was conveyed to heaven with a chain. I saw him in my dreams and he told me a lot of things including you” she said, re-adjusting her wrapper properly. She purposely revealed half nude part of her beautiful body to seduce him, vividly aware he’s going to be the next king. Eledumare had informed her to take him as her new husband and together they will re-establish Ile-Ife. He told Oranmiyan what God had said. Oranmiyan thereafter took over the throne of Ife. He married Fiwageshin, Ojuolape and Alarape. Fiwageshin however committed suicide when she got frustrated because she couldn’t bore Oranmiyan a child. Others that bore him children can only produce daughters until he married Princess Tiwalade who bore him Okanbi. Oranmiyan’s happiness knew no bound. He re-established Ife and it became resurgent again. Many neighboring lands came to pay him homage and it comes with lots of gifts. Oranmiyan became richer than his father. His brothers heard news of his great kingdom and became jealous. Through an Aroko (Notice), they sent war notice to Ife. This made Oranmiyan apprehensive and decides to consult the spirit of his father, Oduduwa. He dashed into the shrine at the center of the palace. He got hold of his Afoshe (A command device made from Gourd or Calabash tree). It is a device that enforces one’s wish to become reality. Oranmiyan swung it up and down to make sound, created by inserted sea shells. He recited some incantations and called Oduduwa’s name the first but no response. He continued to chant his praise to elevate his spirit and shouted his name the second time but he declined. Oranmiyan quivered and continued the third time, but this time he called him Oduduwa Iranse Eledumare (Oduduwa the messenger of God) and his ghost appeared before him. Oranmiyan was a bit frightened but Oduduwa had calmed him down and told him to get his soldiers ready for war. He also told him about the power Eledumare had endowed him with, just like his when he still dwells on earth, a power that can do anything he wishes. All he need is to ask and it shall be given to him. Oduduwa blew a powerful wind towards his direction and Oranmiyan felt a strange feeling like an electric moving around his body. The electrifying effect sent him unconscious and he fell turgidly on the ground. He passed out and regain consciousness the third day without anyone’s assistance. While Oranmiyan was still unconscious, he prophesied to his wives that are only accessible to him and Baba Ifa that the war will be won but will loose his life. Oranmiyan told the witnesses, his wives and Baba Ifa the Chief priest that he will die and someone greater than him and his father will be sent by Eledumare to take his people to the promise land. The statement had amazed the witnesses. He will come and give you eternity and make humans live a shorter life and still come back again and again. “What do you mean by coming back again Father?” demanded Okanbi, fondling with King Oranmiyan’s right hand. “He’s coming back to correct the mystery of long lifespan and make it shorter but will teach you the way to earn yourselves eternity” “What mystery?” questioned the witnesses simultaneously but got no response as Oranmiyan remained shut till the third day when he regained consciousness. Despite his condition, Oranmiyan still looks fresh without blemish. It was an event that wags on many tongues for so long. Ife fought their enemies and conquers them. They kill in hundreds and thousands and became the most powerful land in the Yoruba land, challenging the authority of the Alaafin of Oyo. Oyo is the largest territory of the Yoruba race, kings of different villages came to pay Alaafin homage and present him with exotic gifts. Oranmiyan became famous and more popular than the Alaafin; he enjoys so much fame and fortune that he paid less attention to security, enjoying his exotic throne. Oyo invaded Ife unannounced and kill in thousands before proceeding to the palace. Ogebi, the leader of the king’s chain of slaves ran to the palace to hint the king of the development. Oranmiyan who was having his hair plaited by Egbin, his fifth wife stood swiftly and dashed into the shrine where he’s chosen to communicate with Eledumare and other Orishas his father honors. He called on Oduduwa’s name several times but his call returned to him unanswered. It was then that it dawn on him that he’d sin against Eledumare and his ancestral fathers. He held towards the exit door in disappointment but was restrained by a force. Wild wind blew from the east and a voice came behind him loudly. It was that of Oduduwa, his father. “Oranmiyan! Oranmiyan! You slept off whilst your enemy are planning your downfall. You’ve got so famous and rich that you were blinded to see how your enemies multiply with every dime you make. Now it’s time to return to the soil, but because you are the heir I chose to mount my throne, you shall not die like humans. You will no longer be like man as you’ve been but an immortal god that your people will seek when they’re troubled. Remember that anyone that runs into this temple to rescue you must be crown as king. We are waiting! We are waiting! We are waiting…” maintained Oduduwa and disappeared. Oranmiyan made to look back but saw no one. He scowled swiftly at the nooks and crannies of the temple but he’s no where to be found. “Father! Father! Reveal yourself to me; don’t leave your people to suffer because of my iniquity. I know I’ve stained my white linen with the blood of innocent lambs. Please father, save me from the ravaging hands of my enemies” cried Oranmiyan amidst tears. The sound of horror emanated from the palace, Oranmiyan knew his days on earth are numbered. Okanbi dashed into the shrine with a Matchet on his right hand. He met his father in tears, shaking uncontrollably. Okanbi is the only son of Oranmiyan, reason why he loves him dearly. He’s brave and calculative. His brilliance has made him a toast among his mates and a subject of envy to some. He rushed to where his father was and held him. He brought out a Matchet and held it out towards the door; ready for the charging Oyo soldiers that had stormed the palace in their hundreds. His father smiled to himself and eases himself out of his firm grip. “Father Hold on to me, I’m not going to allow those scallywags touch you. They will pay dearly for this and I promise to make their life miserable. I’ve already learnt how to use this father. Your captain taught me. Father, I will slay your enemies and make them fall at your feet” assured Okanbi, panting heavily. “Don’t worry yourself my son, you’ve just given the reason why my father chose you as my successor. Knee down and let me bless you”. Okanbi knelt down, absolutely aware of the hundreds of soldiers around the palace, riding on horses with two militant generals sitting comfortably in a chariot in the middle of the order plus over 2, 000 soldiers trekking on foot, chanting war songs. Oranmiyan ignored the scare and placed his Afoshe on Okanbi’s head. He prayed for him fervently and from the sky dropped a line of rain right on Okanbi’s head, a sign of approval from the heavenly host. He turned and ambled his way towards the shrine. He bent and takes his crown, he only wears it occasionally. The sacred shrine was his father’s dwelling place before hopping on chain to heaven. The crown has a special spiritual power, like each time the King got drunk from excessive palm wine and lost his crown due to carelessness, the crown will always return to the shrine by itself. It’s a scientific masterpiece that has attracted so many robbers. The crown will bless anyone in its possession and thus serves as a tourism attraction to many people in other lands. King Oranmiyan walked towards Okanbi, who was still on his knees. The calmness of his father marveled him. When his father went for the crown, he was busy staring at the door, with his mind unsettled about the ravaging Oyo soldiers. “I can see you are frightened son, don’t be because this place is sacred. Anyone that enters this temple with negative motive will drop dead. I am the crowned king of the Ife land, I am not crested by man but by Eledumare; Oba Aterere kariaye (Almighty God, The king that’s spreads ITS’ tentacles across the world). By the powers conferred on me by my immortal ancestors, I Oranmiyan the son of Oduduwa hereby crest you as the crowned king of Ife land. He inserted the crown on Okanbi’s head and blessed him. Oranmiyan held him up and hugged him passionately; it was after the pre-coronation ceremony that Eledumare woke the mind of the Oyo soldiers. They regained their conscious mind as they’ve wondering around the palace, indecisive on what to do. It was only when Oranmiyan had fulfilled all righteousness that they remembered their mission. They broke into the most sacred place of the land and paid dearly for it. Ajaguna, the Oyo war general matched majestically forward and stood few meters away from the two. He opened his mouth to say something but lost his voice. One of his captains wanted to enquire about what went wrong with him but lost his voice too. Due to the strange development, the rest soldiers tried to speak but lost theirs too. Before thinking of the solution to their problem, the cloud became dark while lighting struck from the east. In little moment came a wild wind which blew around the soldiers and winds them around with great velocity. The scenario that took place that night was beyond human comprehension. When the wind seized and finally dropped them, most of them were dead whilst some staggered on their feet at an attempt to get up. Both Oranmiyan and his son were calm and undisturbed by the wild wind. They held to each other in oneness and watched their enemies fall at their feet. Ife soldiers quickly capitalized on their mishap and seized the ones alive and made them slaves. “Let’s leave father, Eledumare has come to our rescue, our ancestors are not asleep for they are immortal and will remain now and ever more. Go and refresh yourself father because I can only see your shadows. I fear the worst father. Let’s go…” pleaded Okanbi, amidst tears. “No son, you have to be a man, when my father wanted to embark on a journey of no return, he summoned me into his room and gave me his blessing. It was same day I was made the King of Ife land. Now is your turn to make a man in your own image too and produce the next king. The generation of many people yet unborn, will start through you. You will be blessed in the day and night. I shall return to my father today. They have made all necessary arrangement to have me. Get me some water please; I want you to wash my feet. Okanbi left to fetch the water but before he got back, what he saw marveled him. He saw a staff towering about 14 feet tall. He moved closer to the staff and was caressing it when a voice came. “Okanbi! Okanbi! Okanbi! Fear not my son; it is me your father. This staff represents me, use it to remember me and also inform my people to come here to honour me. Through this staff, many will be healed. Many generations that seek it seeks Eledumare. Eledumare will make a way where it seems to be none. Oranmiyan further assured Okanbi that no matter what problem brought before the staff, he would take it before Eledumare and solve it. Okanbi dropped on his knees and started sobbing. He’s lost a father and a friend. Oranmiyan is old and vulnerable; he believes his legendary exit is more significant than living a miserable live of a prisoner to his people’s enemy. The punched holes on the staff represent the number of years he has lived on earth. It is a sight to behold and still an existing phenomenon in Ife, performing great wonders till date. Okanbi was made the king of Ife and sanity returned to the land of wonders. Okanbi had inherited Ojuolape, his father’s wife and she bore him five daughters. His desire to have an heir to the throne made him propose to a beautiful lady named Bewaji, the bead maker. Bewaji was the choice of every young man in Ife land and beyond. When Oranmiyan was still alive, he’d propose to her parents that he would marry their daughter whenever she’s ripe enough for marriage. Oranmiyan has been a great admirer of Bewaji before his demise. After his glorious exit, he’d appeared to her several times in dreams professing his love for her and his wish to help him come back to life to correct life mystic. Bewaji has always been terrified whenever she had the strange dreams. She approached Baba Ifa to interpret the dream for her. Baba Ifa brought his Opele from a small sack and gave it to her to password it. She did and Baba Ifa instructed her to throw it gently on a trail with sea sand on it. Baba Ifa adjusted it properly to read the signs clearly enough in order to read the true interpretation. “This case is a strange one, but come to think of it; it might be the only way out for Ife land and the rest of the world because a great child will come through you. But hold on...” Baba Ifa picked the Opele from the middle and dangled it left to the right, urging it to speak the truth and nothing but the truth. He dropped it on the trail again and began to adjust it. He gave a sigh, and excuses himself into the inner chamber of his Ifa oracle. In there is a large mirror with palm leaves tied around it. It also has cowries gummed to it with dirts emanating from dog’s eyes. Baba Ifa was a great scientist and has invented lots of devices to protect his people. He chanted some incantations and sprinkle living water he got from the heart of a river. At first he didn’t get the picture clearly but when he called the God of the wind the third time, there came the image of Oranmiyan. Baba Ifa quivered, but quickly waved the fear and comport himself properly. He bowed his head in respect, shaking his Afoshe (A device that enforces magical words to take actions). “Awo Ifa! Awo Ifa! Awo Ifa! Tell no one of this, the lady you are soliciting for is sacred and has been chosen by Eledumare to conceive the coming of a great Orisha to give the upright everlasting life. Tell her to calm her nerves for she will be great among women. Her name will spread across the world. She will be blessed and fruitful. Go ahead and tell her to prepare for his coming. Henceforth, you will be her watch dog and remember to warn Okanbi to decease from her this moment or face Eledumare’s wrath. Before I take my leave; my father sent me an errand to Oyo over few issues. Let me use this opportunity to tell you that my Father complains about his total neglect. As the first king of Ife, he deserves to be honored every year. He said if his people cannot appreciate his effort; who will? Convey this message to Okanbi and make sure he does something about it” maintained Oranmiyan, fuming asthmatically. “As my lord states so shall it be. Extend my greetings to the heavenly host, especially Orisha Orunmila and Eledumare in heaven, I will swing into action immediately and will make sure no one heard of it except you, me and Bewaji. Let the wish of the heavenly host come to pass. We are waiting for the great one” replied Baba Ifa, still shaking his Afoshe. “That’s why you are the eye of Eledumare; you know what to do even when you are not told. Tell my people to stay way from evil and live their life upright for them to gain from this life eternity. Tell them to keep his words in their innermost heart. He’s the eye of Eledumare and a gift to the world. Apply his teachings to your way of life, thus through this you will gain freedom to eternity” narrated Oranmiyan, appearing like a white shadow with eyes shining white. The rays became so strenuous that Baba Ifa had to fez his right hand to protect his eyes from the rays. “You have spoken well my lord; truth is the food I eat. I can’t because of a bowl of soup stain my white linen. He took a bow several times whilst Oranmiyan’s image fainting as it fades. He chanted his encomiums for about 10 minutes before returning to Bewaji that has been waiting impatiently for him in the thatched roof detached hut. “Aha! Baba, what has kept you so long, you left me here in total confusion and since then, I fear the worst. Baba, what does my lord want from me? Please say something, those dreams are not ordinary and I’m sure of it. Very, very sure” complained Bewaji, on her knees. The pressure mounted by Bewaji on him could only make Baba Ifa sighed. He’s a professional in absorbing tension soaked issues. He chanted Ifa’s encomiums and highlighted his findings in proverbial way which got Bewaji more infuriated. “Baba Ifa please hit the nail on the head. My patience is getting impatient; please tell me in plain language what my lord want from me. Children cannot make mistakes where we have elders. You are our divine father and in you we trust. Tell me exactly what you have seen Baba” affable Bewaji, steering at him with anticipating look. “Calm down your highness. A hot soup deserves caution or you’ll get your mouth burnt. The numbers behind the sixth number is more than seven.” returned Baba Ifa, breaking his long silence. “Abomination! How can you qualify a common me with such royal title. Even if Okanbi proposed to me doesn’t mean I should be referred to as such, the new development has made the matter worst. I can never give him my nod unless my lord states otherwise. One has to be mindful of dangerous bones before eating bony fish” explained Bewaji, demonstrating with her hands. “Well, it seems you already had a clue of what I’m about to tell you, let me start from Okanbi, Eledumare said you should avoid him this period as you’ve already stated. There is an arrangement for you from the heavenly host. A great child will come through you and you shall remain great till eternity. Bewaji, you have been chosen to bring a great Orisha back to life. The task might seem difficult but I can assure you, Eledumare is with you. The lord asked me to inform you that you should not panic but rather be calm and face each challenge as it unfolds. As from this day, you are anointed and i declared you the Erelu Oba (The special woman for the king). Bewaji continued the spiritual relationship with her Oko Orun (Heaven husband) and pay less attention to king Okanbi. King Okanbi got irritably impatient with her numerous excuses. He had gone to see her parents several times using his veto to claim her by right of a King, which is to marry any lady that pleases him. Even when Bewaji’s parents gladly accepted to be an in-law to the king, Bewaji had refused blatantly. This generated a lot of controversy with pressure mounting on Bewaji from her peers, advising her to heed the king’s call. Bewaji however stood her ground until one day. Okanbi as been advised by Baba Ifa several times to be patient about Bewaji but he won’t listen. It even got to a stage that Okanbi felt Baba Ifa have fallen in love with her. He’d felt Baba Ifa is lustful for her magnificent beauty. He accused his ancestors of greed and inability to let worldly things be. His terrible attitude got worst when he mounted pressure on Baba Ifa to lie to Bewaji that the coast is clear for them to get married but instead of yielding to his request, Baba Ifa chose to abscond. He journeyed to Oyo where the Alaafin welcomed him with great feast. The Alaafin is one of the sons of Oduduwa that left Ife to settle in Oyo. Baba Ifa spent seven years in Oyo during his exile while Ife was experiencing terrible moment. The attitude of the King made Eledumare furious and IT cast a plague on Ife. There were still births, untimely death, strange illness and rain drought. There was no rain for several years to make life miserable for the king so that he can change but Okanbi remained stubborn and adamant. He believes it’s only natural for such things to happen. Climate change was his best thought until his favorite daughter, Fadekemi died mysteriously in her sleep. Okanbi cried and tore his royal robe; he starved himself several days for suicide but death refused him. He became weak and fell asleep. He woke up in heightened realm and finds himself on his knee before the heavenly host, sitting in triangular form. Their cloths were shining white with reflections restricting him to have a clear view of whom they are. His eyes were tormented by the shining rays that he uses his hand to guide his strenuous eyes. He wanted to say something but wasn’t audible. Orunmila finally broke the silence, talking on a low tune as if he has water flowing in his throat. “Just like me, never afraid to talk; no matter what circumstances. Okanbi, you are a good fruit among bad many; a lone child with the ability of many, a lonely soldier that shakes the jungle. You are welcome to our midst. As your ancestral father, take this information I’m about to give you in good faith. You have failed us and worst enough disappointed Eledumare too. Your stupidity sent Eledumare’s prophet away from the land Eledumare gave his people. You are after a divine lady we heavenly host chose to bring a great ORISHA to the world to set people free and enable life eternity but you are bent to rubbish our aspiration due to your unbearable attitude. Okanbi, you are wiser than this non-challant behavior of yours. Your exotic power on earth got you so intoxicated that you dare us and totally ignored our capability. Maybe you knew but pretending ignorance. A rat who dares the anger of a cat has just passed his death sentence. Okanbi, you’ve dared us and will hence be punished and here’s is Eledumare’s judgment…” as Orunmila was about to state the judgment, Olori Alarape woke Okanbi up from sleep, disrupting the dream irritably. Okanbi woke up with frustration and bawled angrily at his wife that brought his food. He felt a hit on his head which made him gave a shout. Olori Alarape panicked with grief; he moved closer to where he was and made to touch him but his unfriendly state kept her back. Okanbi lost his sanity and began to misbehave. Olori Alarape sensed it which made her summoned other wives. It was tears party when other wives saw the state of their husband. Because it is dangerous for villagers to discover the insane state of the king, they resolved to keep it secret. They seized him and tied him thoroughly. Olori Ojuolape, the first wife of the king resolved to invite the chiefs and also summoned Oluwo. Oluwo, the new Chief priest arrived almost immediately in company of other Palace Chiefs. “Oluwo, the Oloris’ has spoken. What can be responsible for the terrible sickness of King Okanbi? Drop your tools and search for what seems like darkness to us. Show us the light Oluwo” compelled Otun, easing himself on the mat. “I greet all of you the elders of the land. I greet the Oloris’, I pray to Eledumare to guide Kabiyesi and also crown your efforts” prayed Oluwo, bringing out his Opele. He performed all righteousness and dropped it on the white piece of cloth on the mat floor. The Opele formed letter V and Oluwo adjusted it properly and shook his head several times reciting the interpretation in parables. After several consultations, Oluwo hinted them that the ancestors insist Baba Ifa should be brought back to Ife. The second condition is that under no condition must the king be replaced till he regains his senses. Oluwo also informed them that it is only when a special child sent by Eledumare to save his people arrive that the plague be removed. “Is there no sacrifices for this or you think it’s advisable for us to endure death and sorrows till a child was born. Who knows if he has even been conceived now, talk less of deliverance?” complained Otunba (The right man of the King). “Well, I guess that question exist in the minds of everybody. We are tired of this hardship and life of miseries. Baba Oluwo, tell us what we like to hear. Check for the right sacrifice to appease Eledumare, I know he won’t just fold ITS hands and watch us suffer. He will not watch his subject die in abject hardship” Added Odofin, adjusting himself properly on the mat they all seated on while the seat of the king was empty. “There’s no sacrifice stipulated on this case my Chief rather, it takes your patience and endurance for all this things to come to pass. Just bring in Baba Ifa and wait for the great child Eledumare is sending to us to wipe away our tears. Prepare for the great son of Yoruba whose name will be exalted by all and sundry. Although, it might take many generations before his glory begins to shine but definitely, it will shine more than ever. His name will change lives and heal mind of sorrows. Many aliens will come and rubbish his mission. They will attempt to make him unknown among his people but heark to my words, he will live and carry out the mission he was sent by Eledumare. He will be spiritually conceived and mysteriously delivered. When and how I’m not shown but prepare, it will soon come to pass. As for the King, he shall be in my custody and tell no one of his illness, because it’s the lord’s doing. This is what the lord had sent me to tell his subjects. I advise you to keep it in the innermost part of your heart; any attempt to spill the beans might land indulger in great troubles. Don’t say you are not warned. I shall take my leave now” announced Oluwo and stood in a rather slow pace. His back aches with his age; this has always restrained him to stand straight without having his back bent. “Thank you so much baba, you will always be there for us for a longer time. By the time the tubers of this land get matured, we won’t find you wanting” prayed Balogun, while the rest Chiefs watched him as he disappeared through the exit door. Olori Alarape burst into hot tears; two others joined too. The Chiefs have hectic time comforting them. The ironic part of the tale took place in Oyo where Baba Ifa was being installed has the Chief priest of Oyo simultaneously. Ife’s misery took a more devastating turn when Olori Alarape committed suicide. She’d said she preferred to end her life than watch Ife’s kingdom slip away from her husbands hands. They prayed and fast for 21 days, brought their best farm crops as a sacrifice to Eledumare to have mercy on them. On the twenty first day, a great thing happened.

Chapter 2 On the twenty first day after Okanbi lost his sanity, Bewaji confirmed she was twenty-one days pregnant. Okanbi that has been having his hand and leg tied since he lost his sanity was knocked into a deep sleep. He regained consciousness to the heightened realm, kneeing before the heavenly host. “Welcome to our midst wise one” came a loud voice with blistering effect. “Okanbi my son, the lonely soldier among many. The little man like an elephant that shakes the whole jungle. Although, your mission on earth will soon be over, your brilliance and ruling ability cannot be overlooked. Your good work has written your name on the sand of time, as one of the 201 Orishas I ordained from my kingdom for attain greatness. Among them is Oranmiyan your father. Now, your turn will soon elapse and another Orisha will take your place. Such also is the mystery behind life and death. When my chosen one arrives, life will be like the onions. As you peel of the shells, another one will remain. So shall the live of man. A man can live a hundred and more years on earth before his/her death. Such soul will however rise again after the third day and return to the earth through offspring, only if such lived a righteous life while on earth. And if the decease lived a disappointing life, such person’s soul will be sent into animals or return to earth and suffer the consequence. My messenger will teach you more when he arrives. You shall play an important role in this process. I know Bewaji has been your dream wife. You even defy us and sent my Messenger out of the land I gave your fore-fathers, ignoring my capability. This is the reason why you’re being disgraced right in front of your subjects. But now, the heavenly host has decided to spare you. You shall be given another chance your father was not given. Okanbi, you shall take Bewaji as your wife immediately. Inside her womb is Elarowa (The mystery of creation). She didn’t conceive through man but through spiritual union with the SPIRIT. I’ve decided to extend the life span of mankind on earth after death. Ela is bestowed with the duty to champion the course and give man another chance to fulfill an unfulfilled destiny. Go now Okanbi; regain your sanity and take Bewaji into your palace without delay. Provide all her heart desires and she must be kept away from the rest of your wives. You must claim the responsibility of the unborn child. Once Bewaji step into your palace, things will begin to change for good. I will withdraw my wrath from Ife. Ife will grow, grow and will be great in the new world. You shall be the head and not the tail. Many will come seeking you from afar. You will be abundantly rewarded. Go now my son, I’m solidly behind you” assured Eledumare, with rays shining bright on his face to hide his real identity. Esu’s image was also reflecting like a shadow on the wall. Esu (Satan) was made the Chief justice of Orun. He’s the one bestowed with the duty of testing the faith of mankind in God. “Thank you so much my lord for the privilege accorded me. I shall do as you’ve said and ready to welcome the chosen one that came to give us eternity. I am glad and proud to be part of this great man of our time. I shall appreciate the goodness shown me through Bewaji. I will take good care of her and never leave her for victimization from other wives” promised Okanbi, bowing his face. “Go now beloveth, Ojuolape is coming to wake you” hinted Esu, with his shadow moving around. Esu’s shadow rules all human shadows. The Eleda (God Head) of all humans give their basic report to Esu and the shadow serves as the catalyst to achieve the exact account of how man has lived his/her life. Esu Odara takes account of all human life and examined it properly before presenting it to Eledumare for necessary judgment. That’s why some sacrifice is meant to appease Esu to help convey prayers to Eledumare. He’s the middleman between man and God. Ojuolape woke Okanbi up from the deep sleep as Eledumare has rightly prophesied. “My lord, your food is ready. You’ve not been eating since Oluwo brought you back to the palace” announced Ojuolape, placing the carved wooden plate containing Eko and fish stew. She has always spoken to Okanbi normally regardless of his faulty mental state. She did same that fateful morning, absolutely ignorant of his new mental state. “I’m not in a mood for such stomach pleasures. I can’t because of food sell my birth right; my ancestors will flog me several times if I do. I am the royal king of Ife land, no woman will choose when I’m to eat, I must choose what I eat” He had said with modesty and pride, regaining his sanity. “My lord, you’ve regain your sanity! Eledumare be praised, today marks the twenty-first day we’ve stopped preparing your food because you stooped eating. According to the food roaster; I am not in duty to cook for you today. I just have the strong feeling that you will eat today. May Eledumare be praised, the lord of Orunmila, Obatala, Esu and Oduduwa that gave birth to your father Oranmiyan. Like your father’s name, Oduduwa’s prophesy came to pass today. It was the protest of your wives that prompted me. They are complaining that Baba Oluwo has only succeeded in making you a deaf and dump. Since he brought you back, you’ve not spoken a word until now. I’m so glad my Lord; let me get some water for you to bath with. You really need to eat and have some rest. Let me inform others with the good news” announced Ojuolape with joy. Okanbi was speechless; he scowled around the room and saw herbs soaked with palm wine and several other ointments. He had guessed it was what he’s been treated with. This made him shook his head in regret. The memory of the period he lost his sanity hunted him for a while. Ojuolape couldn’t find others as they’ve left for market. She returned with water and met King Okanbi sobbing quietly. “No! No! No my lord, it’s not time to cry. Remember you are the apple eye of your father. He made you the king to take his people to the promise land. You are experiencing all this miseries because you refused to share anything with us. I know you my lord, I know where your shoe itches but you won’t share a thing with me. You only call Olori Alarape for advice. Although I know your interest might not be her advice alone but what she can offer to satisfy your sexual pleasure forgetting that Ife is such a great land that needs total attention and all the necessary advices to bring peace and progress to the land. The feat cannot be achieved alone, no matter how powerful you can be, don’t ever under estimate the might of a woman. What you felt might be your most kept secret or problem is conspicuously open to the eyes of the supernatural. A problem shared is a problem half solved and I repeat, no matter how strong and powerful you might be, as little as a niddle is; it can ever be edible for a chicken. Believe in me too my lord, i want to be part of your history” Ojuolape had explained, amidst in tears. She made to leave but was held back by King Okanbi. “Don’t leave yet, you’ve made a case before me and want to exit without my justification. That’s cowardice before the king of Ife land” Joked Okanbi whilst Ojuolape reciting it with him simultaneously. They both roared into wild laughter. Okanbi possess great sense of humor. His wives crave for his presence because of rib cracking jokes. Apart from being funny, his ability to resolve difficult matters is second to none. His brilliance started with the case of two farmers once brought before him. While Alapasile was very rich with many farms, Bamisigbin had few crops over a single small portion of land. Both farms are close to each others. The richer one lost few tubers of yam to thieves but because he thought less of Bamisigbin the poor farmer; he believes it was him that stole his yams. This prompted him to invade the poor farmer’s little farm and stole all his yam tubers. Bamisigbin brought the case before Okanbi. “Whose farm is next to yours?” enquired Okanbi, sitting on his large royal seat. “Alapasile my lord and he’s far richer than me, he couldn’t have done it” explained Bamisigbin, prostrating before the king. “Shut up nincompoop, when you know you’re capable enough to judge your case, why did you bring it to my palace coward?” queried Okanbi, getting furious. “I’m very sorry my lord, I’ve just behaved like a baby before thee. Be pleased to carry on your investigation my lord” responded Bamisigbin, rubbing his palms together to beg for mercy. “I hate to treat case of cowards like you that put trust on humans than God. Don’t you know that your enemy is at your back and your foe dwells under your roof. Who do you suspect anyway?” demanded King Okanbi, re-adjusting himself properly on his chair. “Your royal highness, may your days on throne ever last. With that proverb you mentioned now, it makes me remember about three days ago when Alapasile was commending me for harvesting good tubers this season. A friend of mine that works for him actually told me that he accused his workers for making his chance to earn a Chieftaincy title hang imbalance. He said he can’t afford to present you with such lame tubers during the New Year festival day. “When was your yam stolen?” asked Okanbi, getting somewhere. “Just last night my lord ‘cos’ I went to the farm before cock crow this morning. My body was unease overnight and my thought was in my farm. That’s why I decided to go early” “Bring Alapasile to my palace at once” commanded Okanbi, while two of his messengers ran out swiftly and brought Alapasile few minutes later. “I greet you my lord, may your days be longer than that of your predecessors. Your messengers said you want my presence in the palace and that’s why I’m here my lord” announced Alapasile, prostrating before Okanbi. “An eye witness saw you last night when you are digging out yam tubers from Bamisigbin farm. When I asked Bamisigbin about it, he said you always help him to harvest sometimes, especially when he has no money to pay labourers, is that true” asked Okanbi, cunningly. “Yes my lord, Bamisigbin is a good friend. Actually, my farm was robbed previous night and I now felt I should help him harvest his before the thieves pounce on his” explained Alapasile, implicating himself while the rest chiefs are murmuring under breath. “I see, but you should have taken the tubers to his house and not yours” queried Okanbi. “Yes my lord, I should have but my body got weak by the tedious job on the farm, so I rested and hoping to take it to his house before day closes its eyes today” defended Alapasile, with heart pounding faster than normal. “Have you ever harvested your farm by self or by labourers?” questioned Okanbi again, trying to get real evidence to get to the root of the matter. “I’ve always used labourers but I suspected them has the thieves, that’s why I have to harvest Bamisigbin own by myself” He’d replied, explaining himself out of trouble. “Well, that’s very kind of you but have you found out if all your yams were stolen or some are still left” “Some are still left my lord” “Why do you choose to save Bamisigbin’s farm, ignoring yours?” queried Okanbi, getting to the root of the matter. “I, I, I, I……..” Alapasile searched for the right answer but never came. “Alapasile” “My lord” “You are the main suspect and you’ve just indicted yourself before me, seize him” commanded Okanbi, relaxing properly on the back rest of his gigantic chair, wearing an expressionless bore. “Please my lord; it’s the work of the devil. I don’t know what came over me. I promise to return every piece of yam I took from his farm. Have mercy on me my lord” pleaded Alapasile, wriggling in the powerful hands of two of the king’s guard. “That’s not fair sentence greed. This is my judgment; you Alapasile will forfeit your farm and all that’s in it to Bamisigbin. And as the rule of this land as stated, any thief arrested and found guilty of stealing will become a slave to the complainant for seven years. As for you Bamisigbin, go home and rejoice with your family because your several years of hardwork as finally paid of by a rich man’s greed. I rest my case” Okanbi stood swiftly while his council of chiefs bowed their heads in respect for their king. They were absolutely proud of him. When Okanbi disappeared into his room, the chiefs discussed his brilliance for several hours before departing for their various homes. That marks the beginning of Okanbi’s reign as the king of Ife land. Many other lands heard of his wisdom and fast spreading fame over Yoruba lands. His fame surpasses that of Oranmiyan. He was loved, respect by all and sundry. Okanbi is the toast of many ladies due to his handsomeness and have always felt stupid whenever Bewaji declined to marry him. Now that his ancestors have given their nod, he hopes to make the best use of it, especially now that she’s coming to the palace. To start preparation for her coming, he’d asked Ojuolape to prepare a room for her and also inform other wives of her coming. Okanbi spells the rules to apply when Bewaji joins them. His constant emphasis on Bewaji’s coming got Ojuolape envious. “Aha my lord, all this rules because of one person. I hope she’s going to be your last” Joked Ojuolape but Okanbi didn’t find it funny. He’s always caught with passion for a new love. Okanbi will do anything within his power to get what he wants and when he gets it, he doesn’t joke with it. “Just do what I asked you to do and leave the decision for me to take. Afterall, you all have my love equally without favoritism, so I don’t see any reason for complains” maintained Okanbi, stretching his bones due to tiredness incurred during sleep. “I’m sorry my lord, the proud payer of my dowry. May your days be long and your reign will never faint. I’ve heard all you’ve said and will do as you’ve rightly stated. Now that we are having a new wife, eat your food and let’s start celebrating before her arrival” teased Ojuolape, opening the cover of the wooden plates. “Okay my love, leave it; I will eat it when my stomach is tormented. Thanks so much Ojuolape, you are such an inspiration that drives me on. That’s why I choose you ahead of them as the head. Remain blessed and I hope one day, you will give me a male child that will mount the throne when I’m gone” articulated Okanbi, touching her on the left shoulder. “No! No! No my Lord, it’s Eledumare that made children. Even if I cannot be able to bear a male child for you, others would. Although it will be my pride to be the mother of your heir to the throne but will I question Eledumare’s wish in my life. It is what Eledumare wants that he does. He’s the giver and taker of life and only him dictates destinies” maintained Ojuolape, parting Okanbi at the back. “What more do I ask for in a wife, if not for my desire to have an heir to the throne, I won’t have bugged to marry other wives. And there they are now still adding value to their female babies by given me twins and triplets daughters. But I know one day, Eledumare will smile on me” “Ase o, olowo ori mi(My Husband). God smile at us and give us the heir to the throne” prayed Ojuolape when Solape, Okanbi’s fourth daughter sauntered in. “Father, your chiefs are here to see you” she’d reported and left. Ojuolape followed her lead while Okanbi stood swiftly and put on his white robe. He left for his temple to take his staff. An authority symbol of command specially made for the king to exercise power over his subjects. His crown dwells in the temple too but Okanbi only uses it occasionally, like the visit of another king from neighboring land. Kings are always mindful of their crown due to competition. They will wear their crown to any gathering where fellow kings attend to showcase beautiful crown. Okanbi’s crown is made of leopard skin with strings of colorful beads neatly knitted on it to line his face. He looked at his crown but ignored it and ambled his way to the room. It was when he saw the plates of food Ojuolape had brought that made him realize he’s hungry. He sat on his mat and devours the food swiftly and left for the palace to meet his visitors. As he emerges through his bedroom door, the eight chiefs bow their head simultaneously to greet the king. “Long live the king, may your reign bring forth goodness for Ife and its people” they all echoed as if they’ve rehearsed at home before coming. “The king returns his greetings and goodwill” responded Alefo, the king’s Chief slave on behalf of the king. He takes responsibility of the king’s public relation, most especially when the king is not in lively mood. Okanbi only waves his horsetail in affirmative while finding his way to his giant chair. He sat down properly and urged his Chiefs that still have their faces on the ground to sit down. “Otun” called King Okanbi, adjusting himself on his seat. “My lord” replied Otun, taking a bow. “Balogun, I greet you too. May the spirit of our dear ancestors guide Ife to the promise land” “Ase (Amen)” they all responded in affirmative. “I greet the rest of you, May our ancestors continue to bless each and every one of you. I was in my room when princess Solape came to inform me of your presence. I’d wondered what can bring all of you here this morning. I can’t remember summoning any of you today but here you are; what can I do for you?” enquired Okanbi. “May your days be long your royal highness; I pray this land will not scatter during your time on our exotic throne” paused Otun and continues. “This is the 34th moon that the rain has stopped falling. Our farm is suffering while our children are dieing of hunger. No water to drink or make antibiotics for sick people to prevent them from dreadful illness. We’ve consulted Oluwo and he said we should bring Baba Ifa back into this land or else, life will be more miserable for our people than what we have now” explained Otun, tabling their case before the king. “Well, I think I’ve done a whole lot of damage by driving him away with my arch attitude. It will be however be stupid of me if still remain adamant to your plight. Otun and Balogun should take the responsibility; go to Oyo and bring Baba Ifa back to his fatherland” commanded Okanbi, pointing his horsetail at them. “As my lord pleases” the chiefs echoed simultaneously. Otun and Balogun left for Oyo in search of Orunmila. They travelled many miles on horses to ILA where Orunmila separated heaven from earth. When they got there, Baba Ifa was so surprise to see the chiefs. He asked his wife to kill their biggest goat and declare a feast for his august visitors. “As we’ve said earlier Baba Ifa, the king sobers your absence from Ife. He blamed his action on ignorance and irresponsiveness. We will be honored if you Endeavour to follow us home with your family. Adequate preparation as been made for your return” reported Balogun, sipping from his calabash of palm wine whilst Otun was busy having a chunk of smoked bush meat. He found it difficult to swallow it quickly when it’s time for him to talk. He stumbled on his words and finally swallowed the stubborn meat. “Thank you very much for your wonderful hospitality Baba Ifa. As you can see the way I’m dealing with this rich bush meat, it’s very chunky because it is well fed. They can’t be compared to that of Ife, Ife animals are suffering from kwashiorkor and they are all almost dead from starvation due to no water and food. There’s famine in your fatherland and your presence will go along way in returning calmness to our land. Your people are dieing and many are already dead including your nephew Faleke. “What! Faleke is dead or what have you just said” exclaimed Baba Ifa, washing his hands. His cheering looks ironically turned horror. “You heard me right Orunmila, many are still on death row” replied Otun, washing off his hands too. “Oh! Faleke is gone without saying goodbye. Be careful when you get to heaven. May Eledumare join your soul with the saint and uprights. I can’t thank you all enough. In fact; I’m totally overwhelmed by traveling many miles here to look for me. My gratitude knew no bound. I am grateful for your support while I’m away here in exile. And as for me to go back home might prove a bit difficult because I hold the key to this land too. Many have sought me for one problem or the other and Eledumare has been assisting tremendously in solving those problems. Infact, I healed the king of this land who suffers leprosy. I even assisted him make decisions that still kept him on the throne. He’s indebted to me, so are his subjects. The news of my departure will spell doom for the entire land. A great priest is never valued among his people but by strangers” maintained Baba Ifa, fixing his gaze on Otun’s expressionless bore. “Baba Ifa, even if the king has done a terrible thing doesn’t mean the whole land will. Your people loves you and they still are. No matter what the situation might be, a hunter cannot hunt for animal and forget his home. A river cannot forget its source no matter how far it travels. Home is the best place to rest. It is not right for Eledumare’s messenger to die in exile. You have to return home Baba Ifa, your people can’t wait to have back with heroic welcome” advised Balogun, adjusting himself properly on the mat they’re all seated on. Baba Ifa excuses himself and when he came back, he brought his Opele. He spoke few words to it and dangle it left to right before dropping it on a sandy trail. He adjusted it with his hands and picked it up again, he dangles it left to right and dropped it on the trail again. “The time of Ife greatness is near. A great child has been conceived today and will be the heir to the throne. He has come to orientate mankind on basic science and teach them a way of life. He’s a teacher and the great man of our time. His coming will wipe away tears and give hope to the hopeless. Go now and prepare his coming, I will join you by full moon so that I can tidy up my case before the king. Extend my greetings to the king and tell him to expect me soon” Baba Ifa had stated and stood on his feet. The two visitors stole a glance at each other and smiled. They left Baba Ifa’s house with lots of gift for themselves and the king. They had rushed back to Ife in anxiety to deliver the good news to the king and the people.

Chapter 3 It was the full moon, paving way for a bright evening in land of Ife. Bewaji and King Okanbi’s engagement ceremony stretched till moonlight. The ceremony was attended by Kings and Queens from other lands. It is a grand occasion monitored by all and sundry. The ceremony started with masquerade dance, followed by Nude dance of 201 teenage virgins. No man has ever had canal knowledge with them. It has become right for them to display their beauty to single and married men, dancing and proudly displaying their bare breast to attract male suitors. The turn out of guests was massive. Drinks were served with plenty of food to eat. Ajanlekoko, a notorious alcoholic drank himself to stupor but later made himself a side attraction for the kids. He got intoxicated and began to name all teenagers in Ife land whom the king should punish for fornication and infidelity. He pointed accusing fingers at their parents and advised them to emulate the 201 proud virgins who’d made their parents proud. The guest had turned his loose talks to side attraction; they were having fun with Ajanlekoko when Egbin ran out from the palace to the frontage where the event is taking place. She danced hysterically to the sound of the talking drum, as the first child of the king. It is her right to formally welcome Bewaji to the Palace followed by other wives from first to the last. The event lasted all night whilst the news was the vogue of discussion till date. Bewaji settled down quicker than expected in the household of King Okanbi. The entire princess loves her so much. They will gather themselves in her room to ear moonlight stories. Bewaji is a good narrator which other wives didn’t find difficult to acknowledge. She always has solution to their problems each time they seek for her advice. Okanbi was truly convinced that she’s actually special as described. He’d made sure she lacks nothing because her presence in the palace has reduced calamity in the land but the rain still refused to fall. Although Okanbi knows the cause and will not aggravate the anger of his ancestors if he lay with her but still burning with desire to have her. Baba Ifa’s constant warning has always erased the thought from his mind. He was about to eat his breakfast when Bewaji sauntered in. “My lord, a man is here to see you. The man must be a great man in Ife because he is accompanied by your Chiefs” announced Bewaji, with an amiable smile. “Who can that be?” uttered Okanbi, trying to figure out whom it was. “Don’t go any further my lord, it’s the return of Baba Ifa, your most wanted guest” she’d said and left immediately, dancing her way to the palace. “Let Eledumare be praised. Today is the day peace shall return to Ife” he’d thought within, putting on his white cap and regalia. He reached for his staff of authority in the temple and set for the palace. The excitement of Baba Ifa’s return bubbles his mind. He ambled his way through the long passage that led to the palace. He slightly pushed the wooden door into opening. The electrifying crowd bowed their heads in respect for him. Women were on their knees while some men except the key Chief Officers prostrated politely on the ground. The King enjoys so much respect in the African cultural history. He’s the ruler everyone is subjected to. People worship the king in some villages while others treat their paramount king with outermost respect. Awoko, the king’s poet chant ancestral praises to elevate his spirit. Okanbi however waved the horsetail in his hands towards him in affirmative, still ambling his way to the seat of his exotic throne and sat down. The chiefs sat on the mats while Baba Ifa and his family stood before the king from appreciable distance. Domestic staffs of the king comprising the poet, slaves remain standing too while the king’s first wife, Ojuolape and two others including Bewaji occupied the three stools beside the king, specially made for them. Few crowd who sang Baba Ifa’s praise from the market square where he was first sighted waited outside the palace while respectable elders where allowed to stand behind the chiefs. The king cleared his throat several times before he spoke. “Baba Ifa (Father of Ifa) Ifa Olokun a soro dayo (The owner of the sea that put smile on everyone’s face) I greet you. You and the members of your family are welcome to the land of your fore-fathers. You’ve rightly done well to heed your people’s call. Ife has suffered a lot on your absence and this prompted me to consult Eledumare. Eledumare had made it clear that I’m the architect of the whole affliction of my poor people. My anger towards you that led to your exit has been the cause of our worries. Orunmila, you are the eye of Eledumare. Through you, Ifa disseminates information to us and also guides our lives from miseries. Kindly do us the first favour by asking my lord if ITS wish has been done” Demanded the king while he relaxed on his gigantic well carved cane chair. “Kabiyesi o” Baba Ifa sprawled himself on the ground and rolled to right and to the left. “I pretty appreciate your hospitality and words of encouragement, most especially your courage to send your chiefs after me to ask me back home. Although, it’s a very difficult decision to take but courtesy my family that were also eager to come back home, we unilaterally agreed to return to home. They didn’t make the decision too hard for me to make and here we are. The feeling we’re having now is second to none. It is courageous enough for me and my family to come to terms with each other before resolving to come back home. This is where we belong and let me seize the opportunity to express a profound gratitude from the Alaafin. He even sent you a gift for offering me to the land” He signaled his son to bring the gift. Agboniregun led a fully matured horse to the palace to everyone’s amazement. “This is the gift Alaafin asked me to give you my lord. He said he would come around by the next full moon to pay homage” he’d reported, pointing to the horse. “Amazing, what a gift from Alaafin, Infact this is more than a gift; I have to show reciprocal. The throne of Ife is now expanding far and wide and we can’t afford to let it slip from our hands. Baba Ifa, swing into action and see if we’ve found favour in the lords eyes” pronounced Okanbi while Baba Ifa removed a small sack tied to his waist swiftly. He sat on the mat floor and removed Opele the revealer of unseen things from the small sack. He moved towards the king and halted before him. He gave him the Opele to password it and he did. Baba Ifa returned back to his position, he dangles the Opele to the right and left chanting incantations. He dropped the Opele on a sandy trail before him and adjusted it well enough to read the meanings understandably. Baba Ifa picked it again; unsatisfied with the message it interprets. He dangles it to different directions to ensure good signal and dropped it on the trail. Baba Ifa sighed heavily, causing more confusion in the minds of those that are present. He chanted several words in parable, steering at his Opele with reckless bore. “Kabiyesi, Ifa revealed two things to me and I want you all to listen attentively. My lord, Ifa said you should bow your head down for Eledumare three times” instructed Baba Ifa while Okanbi stood swiftly and went on his knees. He bowed his head and made sure it touches the floor thrice at intervals. Others too did as the king as done in respect for the most high God. “You have done well my lord, Eledumare asked me to tell you that his anointed Orisha is within us here, although yet unborn. He’s the solution to our problem and only he can take Ife to a greater height where it rightly belongs. My lord, the special one dwells in this palace and only you knows what I mean. Ifa ask me to tell you to prepare for his coming and you should not forget everything Eledumare told you about the special child. Through him, the Yoruba race will be recognized worldwide and only he can put an end to this famine. He will liberate his people and give them hope. My lord, the greatness of Ife lies with you. Before you join your ancestors, Eledumare will re-establish this kingdom. Many will raise their swords to wrestle power from us but Eledumare assured us that no land will over power us. I’m so proud that this will happen in my lifetime but the second message is disastrous my lord…” “You have spoken well Baba Ifa; this is a new dawn and I’m happy to be on the throne when this great visitor is visiting us. Let us into the second one Baba Ifa and let’s know where we’re going. The misery this land has faced over the period of years is worrisome. I need permanent peace for my people. Tell us; what can it be that can be worst than what we’ve experienced”. “Tell us exactly what you have seen Baba Ifa. Beating around the bush is causing us more confusion; hit the nail on the head. No kid will go wrong in the presence of an elder, that’s why we came to Oyo to ask you back home” chipped in Otun, adjusting himself properly. “Well then, I will let the cat out of the bag. If a kid cut down a tree, the adult knows the direction it will fall upon’. I plead to see only the King, his wife and the chiefs” demanded Baba Ifa, looking at the king’s direction, waiting for approval. Okanbi, knowing Baba Ifa for who he his ordered those excluded from the wanted list out of the palace. Baba Ifa’s family and others present gently walked out to wait at the façade of the expensive palace. “You may speak now Baba Ifa, you have all the privacy you required” ordered Okanbi, with mind unsettled over the imminent revelation. “The second revelation concerns the unborn child and Kabiyesi. Hmm! A leaf will not drop from the tree without God’s knowledge. Eledumare is responsible for our fortune and misfortune. We can experience a misfortunate today and be fortunate tomorrow. As you lay your bed so shall you sleep on it. The evil men does live after them while good intentions will always yield good result” “Enough of these parables Baba hit the nail on the head and let’s get somewhere. Your parables will get us know where. The value of parables cannot be welcome at this gathering, all we need is facts and nothing but facts” articulated Okanbi, getting impatient and furious. “Baba Ifa, why are you adding salt upon our injury? Tell us exactly what the second revelation is and stop perambulating in a circle” added Iyalode, vividly aware of the king’s temper. “Alright, proverb interprets words while words interpret proverbs. Ifa speaks in parables, out of which great and genuine meaning it brings forth. Your royal highness, the unborn child is the solution to the village’s problem but you must not see him” “Paga! What have you just said Baba Ifa?” enquired Otun, with eyes popping out of its socket. “Exactly what you’ve heard Otun, Kabiyesi must not set his eyes on him or else he will drop dead at the spot. However, If he still want to remain on throne while the child grow to become a man, the mother must take the child away to unknown destination till Eledumare fulfill ITS wish. The most important aspect of this revelation is that the baby must be taken care of in this palace” explained Baba Ifa, adjusting his cap while Okanbi steered at him with expressionless bore. “Haba! Baba Ifa, you said the mother can take the child to an unknown destination and now you said the child must be reared in the palace. Those are two contradictory statements, which one should we hold out of the two?” demanded Iyalode, looking confused as ever. “The mystery behind this revelation is beyond human comprehension. I don’t know why it came this way but it’s only Kabiyesi that can take action on this. Even if the child is taken far away for years, he will still come back home to mount this throne. This is what Ifa has said, I cursed the day of my birth if I add or deduct from the massage Ifa delivered through me. May Eledumare seize my two eyes if my tongue speaks false. I beg to take my leave now my lord” “Wait! Wait! Wait Baba Ifa, I have a question to ask please. You mean the unborn child must not see me or I must not see him?” asked Okanbi foolishly, with mind unstable. “My lord, if he sees you, nothing will happen to him but for you, it’s absolutely dangerous” replied Baba Ifa as he made to stand up. “Kabiyesi, you don’t have to be worried about this, we don’t even know if the mother resides in this village. That’s what you should be worried about so that the unexpected won’t happen” advised Balogun, breaking his long silence. “Haa Balogun, why are you behaving like a babyish adult? Baba Ifa made it clear that the unborn child is in this palace, where else can he be?” retorted Otun, almost shouting him down. “Kabiyesi knows exactly where his shoe itches. The calamity that wants to befall a mighty man dwells in his robes. May the grace of our ancestors be with you all” uttered Baba Ifa and stood swiftly, giving Bewaji a slight wink. Bewaji suddenly stood from where she was, with eyes heavy with tears. She read Baba Ifa’s signal positively, which made her dashed out of the meeting into her room. Bewaji took nothing but a lucky charm that can do anything she wishes which her father gave before giving up the ghost. “Shapati!” shouted Okanbi, with eyes as red as a blast furnace. “Kabiyesi o!” Shapati had replied, running forward with great speed and prostrated on the mat floor. Shapati is the king’s major hit man. He will do exactly what the king has instructed with total perfection. He kills at freewill and fear no one except the king. “Go in their and seize Olori Bewaji” commanded Okanbi while his chiefs stole a glance at each other with mind puzzled. Shapati searched everywhere for Bewaji but to no avail. He summoned other palace guards under him to search the whole palace but she’s no where to be found. Shapati reluctantly resolve to report to the king after several persuasions from other guards. He’d feared the wrath of the king if he delivers the news of Bewaji’s absence to him. “My lord, Olori Bewaji has left the palace” reported Shapati, standing before the king wit face on the ground. “What nonsense are you blabbing. You mean you can’t find that witch and still have the audacity to confront me with the tales. Look…” he spat on the ground. “This saliva of mine mustn’t get dry before you bring her before me either dead or alive. Search all the nooks and crannies of this land and beyond. I need Bewaji dead or alive” repeated Okanbi several times as he stood furiously with ferocity. “Haaaaaa!” screamed members of his council of chiefs except Balogun, his great loyalist. “What is the meaning of that exclamation? Haven’t you eyes to see properly? Or do you think Baba Ifa can fool all of us altogether. All that rubbish he has uttered is a deliberate attempt to scatter my kingdom and he has failed. No king will rule this land except if I’m dead. Have you ever seen where two king rules a land. It didn’t happen during the time of Oduduwa, neither the regime of Oranmiyan, talk less of my exotic regime which Eledumare himself has endorsed. All the afflictions in this village are minor things to handle. Just give me a full moon to arrest the situation. You may now go home and come back in second market day for feed back. I thank you all for your concerns” maintain Okanbi and ambled his way to his room while his remaining two wives followed his pace, leaving the chiefs to murmur in silence on the new development. They discussed the issue in groups till they depart to their various homes. While majority agreed with Okanbi, Iyalode and Otun have different opinion but their vote will count less if judgment is based on general poll. They believed in Okanbi’s wisdom and prowess, ignoring the massage of Eledumare. Okanbi tried all he could to savage the ill health suffered by his people but it’s all vain and vanity. Had it been known to him, he wouldn’t dear the might of Eledumare. His fame and fortune got the best of him. It got to a stage that he compared himself to God. He said “As long as I can give order and exercise power over people like Eledumare, I am powerful and immortal”. Okanbi challenge the authority of God by inviting over 2000 Oluwos to perform a ritual that will cleanse the land but little did he know that the worst is yet to begin.

Chapter 4 Bewaji ran faster than ever, although with little strength left to carry on. She’s was chased by a wild bush pig, which made her pace away with strenuous difficulties through the thick jungle. The jungle is bushy with trees standing tall around a little town called Ogbagi. It was formerly known as Ogba Igi (A surrounded by Trees) but later pronounced Ogbagi during civilized era. It is located at Ondo-state, western part of Nigeria. An Akintola stick got hold of Bewaji’s wrapper and stripped her naked in the empty jungle. She fell on the ground amidst dangerous thorny leaves which pierced into her skin irritably. The pain wasn’t enough to deter Bewaji from retrieving her wrapper despite close approach of the fast approaching weird pig. She checked the charm she tied to the edge of her wrapper which her Father gave her before he dies and it was still intact. Bewaji quickly remembered her father once told her about how pigs hate to eat dead humans. She tied the charm thoroughly on her wrapper and folded it around her chest. The pig sighted her from a distance. It gave an unusual sound like that known of pigs. The pig roared like a lion and shook his body abruptly. Bewaji slumped and seized her breath. The weird pig approached her and smelt her body up to her nostril to confirm if she’s really dead. She managed to suspend her breath for over ten minutes and remained still. The pig was convinced she’s not living and made to leave when Bewaji stood suddenly and took a dry wood she’d placed beside her. She sped after the pig and it turned to face her in battle. Bewaji quickly aimed its big head and sent it into a coma. As if that’s not good enough, Bewaji charged towards her and hit the pig on several part of its body till it gave up the ghost. The pig later serves as Bewaji’s supper that fateful evening. She fetched some dry woods and strike two male stones against each other to produce fire. It was not an easy task though because she has to strike the stones several times before the woods can be lit. Bewaji roasted the pig and ate all night, conserving heat from the fire woods. She enjoys pork meat a lot, especially with fresh palm wine. During her journey, she’d met a calabash full of palm wine at the foot hold of a palm tree. She had a swell time with it and took some with her but soon exhausted all as the journey continues. Bewaji used Kanako, a device invented by her father to shorten journey. As a great trader, with the help of the device, her father, Sijuola has always used it to shorten long journey to either Far East or northern Nigeria. He gave it as a parting gift to his only child Bewaji. She used the device to escape several dangerous situations in the thick forest full of wild animals and evil spirits. The miseries she went through in the wild forest tormented her thought. A thin line of tears traced their way down her lovely cheeks. She layed on the branch of Afole tree, a tree with long thick branches and large leaves. The leaf serves as good cover to prevent her from the breezy night. She was in deep thought before falling asleep. Her unconscious mind became conscious in the dream land. She saw herself in the midst of many people, all bowing to her and seeking her mercy. They all look up to her as a problem solver. A little boy approached her and asked her to bless him too. She stretched her hands forward and made to place her right hand on his head when a lightning flashed its magnificent fluorescent from the cloud. It wasn’t long enough before a mighty thunder shook the earth. The vibrating effect of the thunder brought her back to consciousness. She managed to open her eyes and saw pictures faintly. Toto has been monitoring her since she discovered her on the Afole tree. She lost consciousness for three days. Bewaji dreamt for three days to become the first human to dream that long. Toto is a doctor of children; she can make a barren bear children. She rubbed Bewaji’s forehead with a cold leaf. The cold effect of the leaf refreshes Bewaji’s brain to regain her consciousness and enables her strength to open her eyes. She wanted to speak but her mouth restrained her. “Don’t bother yourself loved one, take your time to regain your strength” cooed Toto, messaging her forehead with fresh cocoa leaf plucked in the wee hours of the morning. “Where am I? Who are you” demanded Bewaji curiously “Your anxiety to know all that has happened to you now is not advisable. I’m so glad you came back because you’ve been unconscious for three days. I had gone to my farm to pick up fire woods when I saw you on Afole tree sleeping unconsciously” explained Toto, now holding Bewaji’s hands in hers. “I am Toto and here’s my husband Golo. We are both doctors of children. Eledumare has endowed us with the power to give babies to those that need them and heal the wounds of children. I’m also aware of the baby in your womb. I am blessed this day you walked into our home and also the one bestowed with the duty to bring the great one to this sinful world. Eledumare has informed us of your coming. We have waited all day to receive you special one” uttered Toto, trying to help her up. “Ha! Ha! Toto let her be for now. Let her recover properly before she ache her back again. Let her relax for sometime. I know you’re eager to catch up with her but give her time” cautioned Golo, sitting on his favorite stool. “Leave us alone, she’s alright and strong. You know I don’t have any friend and Eledumare sent me this one. Why are you jealous of me, so you want to have only me by yourself? Just leave us alone and enjoy your food. You will be well my dear, just use your back to support the wall” instructed Toto, supporting Bewaji to mud wall. “Oh! I’m really sorry to interfere; I’m only trying to care for your friend’s welfare. I know how women feel when they have someone to gossip with” “How do they feel, tell me” “Do you want to know?” “Yes” replied Toto, smiling amiably. “They feel like a dog denied its breakfast” replied Golo while Toto flew on her and they both were on each other caressing each other passionately like two love birds. The couples love each other dearly and also humorous. They will lash at each other like cat and dog but will always end up in each others arms thereafter. “Yes! Yes! I remember you now, in my dreams; when you came to my rescue. I can recollect how I was being chased by King Okanbi, holding a dagger in his right hand. His terrifying look was dreadful than death itself. I ran for my dear life till I fell into a pit. That’s where I remembered your face. You helped me up and saved me in the dream and now; it’s now a reality. Eledumare be praised, IT keeps ITS people and protect them from evil” narrated Bewaji, breaking her long silence. “See, my baby is not only strong and healthy, she regained her memory successfully. No wonder she’s the chosen one for this great task. A rare gem blessed with abundant intelligence and deep faculty of thoughts. Welcome once again to our little place. Now let me get you something to eat before we let loose the gist. I can’t wait to hear more about Ife from you. My love…” turning to Golo, keep her company. Let me find her something to eat. You can see how flat her tummy is, she’s not fed for three days” added Bewaji and disappeared through the door. “You have a lovely wife, I wish I was lucky like her but faith has way of playing its game. It’s either it goes this way or that way” murmured Bewaji, demonstrating with her hands. She regains her strength with the discussion, inhaling and exhaling on perfect tempo. “She’s all I have left my dear. Toto is a pet name I gave her while she calls me Golo. Her real name is Adetoun and mine is Adegoloye. We are both from royal families. When the Oyo Empire invaded us in Ila, I managed to escape and find my way here where I met Toto. I met her at the market square where she assists her mother sell children’s medicinal herbs. I strained my arms and I needed analgesic herbs. The way she attended to me was what caught my attention. She was so cool and calculative; Toto knows all the herbs in the forest including undiscovered one and I could remember she gave me…” “Breadfruit juice and little piece of honey mixed with bitter leaf” cut in Toto, emerging through the only door leading to the expansive living room, which was built separately with two others that serves as bedroom and kitchen was erected to form a cone shape on a plot of land surrounded by bush. “I know you can’t forget so easily. It’s a memorable day in our life” added Golo, giggling at his wife. “I’m so proud to be your guest blessed family but where are your kids?” enquired Bewaji, changing her relaxed face to a demanding look. Toto turned to steal a look at her husband but Golo had fixed his head on a tight corner denying Toto to respond to the question. She however brazed herself and paused for few seconds. Bewaji noticed her worrisome face, this gave her an impression that she’s troubled. “I hope I’ve not said anything that hurts your mind. I’m really sorry for…” “No! No! No!... not to worry, I’m fine but it’s just unfortunate that we can’t have a child of our own. We can give children but can’t bear one, just one single child. Eledumare’s wish cannot be challenged. IT gives life and takes it. If IT deems it good enough for us to have a child then I’ll dedicate the child to serve in Eledumare’s temple for life. “Oh! I’m so sorry for reminding you of such sad moments. I became curious when I’ve not seen anyone else since I woke up” explained Bewaji, bowing her head in shame. “Let’s talk of something else, the sorrow time is over. Where is the food or…” “Yeepa! The food has got burnt and I’m here telling tales. I will be back” she hurried out of the thatched roof hut to the kitchen. Luckily for her, the food wasn’t burnt. She served them Ekuru with very pepperish pepper. The trio ate and drinks nearly 10 litres water to comfort their tongues. They formed one unit thereafter and lived together in peace and harmony. Bewaji fully regained her strength and ready for her bead business. She made beautiful beads for villagers for free before Toto advised her to sell them since her spiritual beads became famous in Ogbagi. The fame of her precious beads spreaded across neighboring villages, Bewaji sells for Kings, Queens, Prince, Princess, wealthy and common individuals. She made so many cowries and became the richest woman in Yoruba land. Her wealth was so massive that she lend the king money to build a new palace Abilogbo, on the northern part of Ogbagi. On the day of Ajagbo festival, Bewaji was coronated as the first Iyalode of Ogbagi Land. The coronation ceremony was attended by all and sundry. People came from different lands including Oyo and Ife. Bewaji offered seven hundred cows for sacrifice to Eledumare and the gods of the land. She bought one thousand yam tubers, Two thousand calabash of palm wine and six hundred calabash of Garri for refreshment. Ogbagi people and their guest ate and drank to their satisfaction and took some foods home. Many won’t forget the day easily; it was full of color and funfair. During the Ajagbo festival, there’s a remarkable mockery song that reveals top secret of infidelity, adultery, fornication, stealing and murder being sang by Ayanleye, a popular musician. He appear drunk and uncover the indicted with well composed songs. Toto and Golo was the happiest of all, they gave their all to ensure things went well throughout the occasion. As a mark of appreciation, Bewaji built a new house for Toto and Golo. The couples couldn’t express their joy but was further shocked when Bewaji built a medical house for them where they attend to their childless clients even though she also did it to prepare for her son. All this happened within eight months and on the ninth month; the greatest birth of all time took place. Bewaji had returned from the market and decides to check Toto at home. She already relocated to her house where she lives with her sales girls and slaves. Toto was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She sighted Bewaji approaching on slowish pace. Her face look downcasted like someone bugged with worries. Toto stood swiftly and sped towards her. She observed her eyes and her palms. “Oh! My dear, you are due for deliverance. I told you not to disturb yourself again but you won’t listen. Toto moved her into the neatest medical ward and laid her on the palm bed. Her maids wanted to assist her as usual but she denied them access into the room. She splitted Bewaji’s legs and removed her under cloth. Bewaji was panting heavily with sweats all over her body. Toto observed her surface and discovered she’s a virgin. “Eledumare, a seyi o wu (God that do anything IT wishes). Beloveth, you are indeed a blessed woman. Erelu Eledumare, the unquestionable God. Eledumare, now that the place is sealed, how can I take her delivery. Toto became confused and went out to seek solution. Her maids rushed towards her from where there’re pondering on the restriction from the labour room.. “What’s the matter Yeye, why is your face like this. Nobody has died in your hands before and I don’t think it will happen now. Not even Iya…” “Shut up! Did I inform you anything happened? How many times have I warned you Apele not to poke nose into an affair that doesn’t concerns you but you won’t listen. “Yeee!” screamed Bewaji and their came a shining lightening. As Toto and her maids was making their way to the ward. A mighty thunder struck, the thunderous effect fell Toto and her maids on the muddy ground. The whole land quakes and was followed by a mighty rain. Rain has refused to drop throughout Ife and beyond since Bewaji left there. The rain plague affected Ogbagi too before Eledumare decides to show mercy through the coming back of a great Orisha. Toto was assisted on her feet by her maids. As they ambled their way towards the ward, they heard baby’s cry. This made them rushed in and met Bewaji caressing the forehead of her ever longed for baby. “Wonderful, Eledumare be praised. What happen, how did it happen, when…?” “Mama take and clean him for him, your questions might be offensive in the eyes of Eledumare. It will look as if you doubt ITS capability” cautioned Bewaji while Toto took the baby from her and cleanse it. The baby was covered in a sack. Toto used palm oil to detach the sack and what she saw was more shocking than the whole tale, the baby doesn’t have a navel. He’s not attached to his mother with a cord. He fasted for the whole nine months in Bewaji’s womb. It’s more than a miracle, it’s incredible. “This is a great child Yeye, he doesn’t have a navel” commented Apele, breaking the rules again. “Apele, Ha! Ha! Can’t you ever keep your stinky mouth shut” cautioned Aarinola, the second maid. “She must have been delivered the day words were created, parrot” Chipped in Toto while Bewaji looked on, smiling amiably. It was a great day in her life. She gave a sigh of relief and slept off. The seventh day was the naming ceremony. Bewaji decides to show Eledumare appreciation by christening the baby after him. She named him Elaedumare (The mystic of God) in a ceremony witnessed by many. There’s many to drink and eat. Ayanleye offered to perform for free on the Occasion. His performance was the highpoint of the ceremony. Apart from entertaining the guest, Ayanleye prophesied into the life of Ela as he’s popular called. He said the child that came and gave them water is more than ordinary. He’s surely a God sent and will fulfill all righteousness but there’s trouble for him the future. “There’s indeed trouble in Ogbagi, seize the baby” came the voice of Agegun, the war General of Ife. News of the new born baby’s mysterious birth has gotten to King Okanbi. He had summoned his soldiers immediately and commanded them to invade Ogbagi. His annoyance took a turn for the worse when he gave his soldiers a deadly instruction to kill the baby at sight. “Where is the baby, traitor” demanded Agegun, charging towards Bewaji with the baby in her hands. “What baby, you must be a fool. If a foolish person like you is sent such an errand, can’t you be wise enough to do it wisely. You want to seize the lord’s gift to mankind which includes you. Silly enough, your son is even dead immediately you agree to carry out your master’s selfish interest. More head will still roll and I see death beckon on the king himself” responded Bewaji, handling the baby to Golo. She removed her lucky charm and breathed on it thrice. “Amunimuye! Amunimuye! Amunimuye! (The spirit that seizes body and mind) A niddle will always heed the call of a cloth. A toad does not turn deaf hears on the call of the river. It is what we command the land to do that it does. Now, I command the spirit of sleep to seize you all” commanded Bewaji, pointing the lucky charm to there direction. The effect of the spell began to work immediately. Agegun slept off on his feet and fell before Bewaji. The rest of the soldiers slept off too which enabled the guests offered themselves voluntarily to tie both their hands and leg thoroughly. The party continued and this time it was thanksgiving all the way. The guests have a swell time till the wee hours of the next morning. The invading soldiers however woke up in the prison of King Ogbaragada by afternoon of the next day. The king of Ogbagi who was also present on Ela’s naming ceremony had ordered his men to imprison them. King Ogbaragada had a hangover due to excessive palm wine. He slept all through the morning and woke up at the exact time as the captives. The irritable smell of alcohol filled his expansive room. He so much hate his breath and has often vowed to stop drinking palm wine couple of time because of the irritating odour it incurs in the morning. He lay on his cane bed with face up. His mind pondered on the repercussion of his action. He knew he has called for war. King Ogbaragada is one of the low cadre Kings that goes to Ife to pay homage. Ogbagi can only boast of hundreds of soldiers while Ife fought in thousands. The way Bewaji suspended the mission of Ife warlord with just the words of the mouth was a mystery to him. Several thoughts keep re-visiting his mind till his first wife came calling. “Kabiyesi, Iyalode and the rest chiefs are in the palace waiting for you. You have not even taking your bath talk less of eating. Won’t you hurry to refresh yourself while I keep them waiting” urged Olori Borimiro. “Alright, tell them I will be with them shortly” responded the king while he stood swiftly to perform his morning duties. He returned to his room swiftly and was dressed by Omonoba, the king’s head of servants. Omonoba held his staff of authority behind him and matched to the reception room of the palace where his guests were waiting. “Kabiyesi o” they all echoed as the king emerged from the annex. He ambled his way majestically to his seat, waving his horsetail to respond to greets from his council of Chiefs. The king made his way to the throne and sat down. The rest Chiefs did same too and were murmuring under their breath when Baba Ifa came in. “Ah! Baba Ifa” shouted Bewaji and stood. She moved towards him to embrace him. “This is the man that saved my life in Ife. He saved my son from the den of King Okanbi. He’s a true prophet of God that dears anything to speak the truth. Baba, I know that your coming is not coincidental. We have met who we’ve been searching for” introduced Bewaji, elated with his prompt arrival. “Nobody in this town will deny knowledge of Baba Ifa in this community. Although he visits us only once in twelve full moons. He’s our prophet of truth and the healer of our wounds. Great one, what has brought you to this land on a day and moment like this?” teased the king, waving his horsetail at him. “Well, I greet you Kabiyesi and the honorable chiefs. The last I came Kabiyesi, your chiefs where six without any woman but now they’re seven. Apart from making them seven, you chose a woman of substance and great potentiality. Your royal highness, I great you” bowing before Bewaji, a gesture offensive in the eyes of the king. Baba Ifa has never bowed to any other king except that of Ife. King Ogbaragada has not enjoyed such honors either. He became jealous and envious. Baba Ifa got his envious attitude spurred when he chanted Bewaji’s praises for several minutes. “What has brought you to Ogbagi, Baba Ifa?” demanded the king, fuming furiously. King Ogbaragada possesses an absolute temper. Although, he’s very tolerable in some cases but not when he’s envious of challenging personnel. Apart from King Okanbi, he beliefs no other human was superior to him. He possesses great self esteem which sometimes becomes pride. His impression about Baba Ifa’s endless praises rained on Bewaji wasn’t different from the fact. “Kabiyesi, may your days be long. May your crown live a longer life on your head and your mouth of authority will never witness tooth disease. You will take this land to greater height” praised Baba Ifa has he’d sensed harshness the king’s tone. Apart from being a seer, Baba Ifa is also a psychologist. He possesses the ability to read facial impression and mind. King Ogbaragada’s nerve was restored to normal with praises from Baba Ifa. “I congratulate you all on the coming of Ela” continued Baba Ifa, setting up the Opele. “Wonderful! Baba Ifa, how do you know his name when you are not present at the naming?” enquired Bewaji, with eyes widely open. “Anything that’s hidden in the eyes of man is conspicuous in the eyes of Eledumare. Ogbagi will be greater than its neighbors. As the great Orisha was delivered here, more great men will be delivered and make the land great. I know many of you are ignorant of what I’m talking about but soon will realize. Eledumare is with you and members of your families” informed Baba Ifa. He took the Opele and was supported up by Otun. Baba Ifa was four hundred and six years. Otun supported him to where the king was. Baba Ifa gave him the Opele to password it and he did. Baba Ifa returned to his seat with Otun and consulted Ifa. The interpretation was not understandable enough, which made him adjusted it properly by making few finger prints on the sand spreaded on the trail containing the Opele. He sighed and looked up and stole a glance at each individual in the beautiful palace. “What is the matter Baba; you’ve just tormented our thoughts with your looks. Is anything the matter?...” demanded Balogun, breaking his silence. “It is only when eyes were careful that it can see the nose. The tears of man doesn’t deprive them their sight. A cow that doesn’t have tail depends on Eledumare to rid flies. My people, the clue Ifa gave me is splitted into three. While two are good news, the last one is terrible” declared Baba Ifa, re-adjusting the Opele to be sure of the message it interprets. “Let me tell you the bad one first. King Okanbi will reinforce and invade this land with thousands of soldiers to destroy lives because of Ela. He will attempt to murder him but the lord will rescue Ela from his enemies. Now, Eledumare said Iyalode and her son should live Ogbagi to Ugbe near Arigidi village. There she will settle till the child can walk. Iyalode, the child must be taken back to Ife in three full moons after he starts to walk” but disrupted by Bewaji “Ha! Baba, King Okanbi will arm him if he dare sees him. It will look like a careless rat that visited a cat hungry cat” cautioned Bewaji, squeezing her face to a corner. “How dare you; do you doubt the words of Eledumare or you are daring it?” bawled Baba Ifa and stood without anyone’s assistance. “No Baba, who am I to refuse the words of the mighty one. Baba, please to be annoyed, I’ve just spoken like a mother. I’m pretty sorry Baba; plea for mercy on my behalf to Eledumare” plead Bewaji, on her knees. “Your request will be granted but be cautioned, the words of mouth is like an egg. If you are careless about it, it will fall and break into pieces. The third massage is for you Kabiyesi, Eledumare ask you to honor him. For the words of the lord to come to pass in this land, you must sacrifice your fattest cows. This is the word of God, curse be onto me if I add or subtract the massage I gave you today. I beg to take my leave” asserted Baba Ifa and reached for his walking stick. Otun made to assist him up but Baba Ifa stood before him. As old as he is, Baba Ifa hates to be a burden to anyone. “Ha! Ahnn! Baba, won’t you allow us to ask questions. We accept everything you told us but there’s one question on my mind I want to ask you and will appreciate if you can provide an answer to it. Why is King Okanbi after Iyalode and her son?” enquired the king, easing his mind off the quest. “Hmm, Iyalode is in the position to answer that question not me, Kabiyesi o” returned Baba Ifa, turned towards the exit door. “What about the war Baba, how can we face Ile-Ife in battle. They will defeat us and take us as slaves. We don’t have enough soldiers to fight such battle unlike them that fights in thousands. “Haa! Kabiyesi, it is only in a battle one can recognize a true warrior. Why have you just spoken like a coward? The lord that prophesied war knows she must keep her people. You should first believe in yourselves and leave the rest for God” replied Baba Ifa while the rest Chiefs nod their heads in affirmative. Baba Ifa left the palace to remain the king and his chiefs. “Iyalode, you’ve heard what Baba Ifa has said. You owe me an explanation on this matter. There’s no river without a source and I know you knew what I don’t know. Kindly throw some light into what happened between you and King Okanbi” demanded King Ogbaragada, adjusting himself on his seat. “Thank you Kabiyesi, may your crown stay long on your royal head” “Ase (Amen)” echoed the rest chiefs. “Kabiyesi, telling you the details of what ensued between me and King Okanbi will attract the wrath of the third party to this matter because it’s a top secret that mustn’t be revealed to any man. I will not want to discuss it but you will get to know about it in the nearest future” responded Bewaji, removing her Gele (Head gear) and re-tied it on her head properly. “How dare you” bawled King Ogbaragada and stood swiftly. “Kabiyesi o” echoed the chiefs, vividly aware of his anger. “Who is the third party that is more powerful than me in this land?” he’d demanded furiously. “No one Kabiyesi” replied the rest chiefs except Bewaji. “The person in question is greater than you Kabiyesi” maintained Bewaji as she stood on feet. “What! Who’s the person, bring such person to me at once” commanded the king. “Kabiyesi, it’s amazing how you’ve gotten so carried away that you forgot Eledumare so soon. That’s why Baba Ifa instructed you to sacrifice your fattest cow to the lord. You’ve ignored God so much and if you don’t do what Baba Ifa instructed you to do, I’m afraid the worst might happen” warned Bewaji, winning the case. Her colleagues already misjudged her statement but came to terms when she mentioned the third party. King Ogbaragada was perplexed too and returned to his room without speaking a word. The rest chiefs deliberated on the matter for some minutes and departed to their various homes. That night, one of the king’s wives Anike had gone to her husband to visit Ife on save our soul mission to avoid the war. She’d compelled him not to risk the war because of Bewaji and her son. “Your life and our lives are more precious than hers Kabiyesi. The whole village is bigger than her and I don’t see the reason why we must sacrifice our dear lives for a common stranger” “Enough woman! I don’t expect you to say a different thing from what you’ve just said. I’ve been noticing your dismay look on Iyalode each time she came calling. I know you are jealous of her and such attitude cannot be separated from what you’ve just advised. Leave the judgment for me to make. I’m the ruler of this land not you but anyway, thanks for the advice” replied King Ogbaragada, relaxing on his cane bed. Olori Anike instigated her colleagues to mount more pressure on the king but he stuck his ground. On the fortnight of Ela’s naming ceremony, King Ogbaragada had summoned his chiefs to a crucial meeting. They were about to start proceedings when a messenger came from Ife to deliver an Aroko of war (War Notice). The Aroko contains a carved knife binded with red cloth. The king stole a look at his chiefs but the impression on there faces couldn’t provide an answer to his puzzled him. The only common idea they all shared is simple. They know it’s time for war.

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