ARUGBO OJO (Ancient of Days)

"Gba wa ooo (help us)"
The prophets of the village god shouted at the top of their voices.
Violently slashing the throats of day old chick's and week old black mambas to hasten the god.
Rolling themselves in the muddied dirt in the shrine to show their desperation.
Quickly sending their firstborn to the afterlife to register their deep desire for victory.

The god heard them and began to come.

He swaggered ceaselessly on his stride.
The smell of local Burutashi oozing from his breath.
His left hand holding on to a calabash of palmwine which had just been brewed in his realm.
His right hand holding on to a dusty staff of authority which he had used to defeat other smaller gods.

His garment also reeked with the stench of blood which he had been fed countless times by his worshippers.

His joints ached very much.
For he had been content with sitting down for a long time.
For he had been content with demanding the goats and cows from his adherents who he sent dark visions to scare them once a while.
For he had not had any real challenge to his authority until one missionary had come into the village.

He reached the theater of war early.
Emitting fire from his nostrils and creating little rumble in the earth with each stumping of his feet on the ground.
Blaring his vicious teeth while awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

At the other camp, the little missionary uttered a short prayer.

Calling on the ancient of days to arise and perform His wonders once more.

Calling on the King of all kings to transform his little staff into a version 2.0 upgrade of Moses's staff.
One that would transform into an anaconda and swallow the enemy at one lunge.

Calling on the Red Sea to arise from its deep sleep to submerge the dark one once more.

Calling on the dancing heavenly fire to come and show forth its latest steps to the glaring view of the whole world once again.
A fitting part two to complement the 'Elijah vs. Prophets of Baal on Camel' movie.

The great God sent one of His angels.

One angel whose feet swiftly raced towards the theatre of war.
One angel whose apparel was brighter than the sun and blinding to the naked eyes.

One angel, who the opposing god saw, and took off like a whirlwind.

For he knew,
Yes he knew,
That no one could stand against the Arugbo ojo (Ancient of days)
That no one dares to contend against the Agbada-gburu and the omni-biggest.
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