The thugs gaped stupidly at their downed colleague for a moment before hauling abuses and threats at the thunder god, he basked in their fury sending insults back at them in equal zest, enjoying every bit of it.

"Look guys, he's feeding on the disorderliness," Omotola cried as a crowd began to gather, her siblings looked and saw the aura around the Orisha.

"He's a chaos god, he's in his element." Binta said
Once again Omotola wondered if they had done the right thing by unleashing this powerful being into a world that has forgotten his kind.

"What is the use of exchanging banter when there are no bards and drummer to bare witness," Shango cried and a band of native drummers mysteriously appeared.

"Guy who you be? Who the hell do you think you are." The lead thug sneered.

"I am your father's master and your mother's husband."
The crowd laughed at this

"Oh you want to do your mama joke now eh." Another thug hooted, I've got a few for you...."

"Hold your peace mortal," Shango cut him short, "men born of women are talking, we do not ask opinion from the son of a baboon and a he-goat." This had the crowd rolling with laughter.

"Okay what the hell is happening, cos I could have sworn there was supposed to be a lot of beating and broken bones a minute ago." Obiora exclaimed as they watched the scene with gaping mouths.

"You want to know who I am, i am Arabambi the father of babybaby, you wonder why the aged have shrunken eyes, for they have seen enough to make the youth content with short lives, I have walked on the surface of the sun, I quarrelled with death and he has refused to visit me, I swallowed fire, I bottled storms, the clouds is my dance floor whenever I dance to the beats of the bata drum."

As if on cue the drummers began to beat on their drums as a cacophony of shekere, gongs, gangan and bata drums intensifies.

"Now you want to challenge us to a dance battle, what next a cooking competition? like that's going to save your pathetic life by the time we're done with you." Another thug sneered.

" Nothing of the sort oh insignificant worm, I just want to show you how much of a scum you all are, at your age I already slew my first monster, I had lost my ability to shed tears in a wager to a gnome of the forest, I had taken my first step on the path to become the man you see before you, what have you achieved at your age besides living from hand to mouth by petty stealing, slaves to your measly appetites and a society that is rigged to work against the likes of you when you could have been so much more."

Shango must have hit home with his words because the thugs looked lost, each in his own personal thoughts.

"Now is not the time to mope, but to gather what remains of your pathetic life and turn it around and make something of yourselves, when the world pushes at you, you push back for fortune favors the bold."

The hoodlums stood straight at this with eyes full of zealotry.

"Who are you?" They wondered.

Shango simply laughed and danced to the fast tempo of the bata drum, the crowd stared mesmerized afraid to blink else they missed the graceful spectacle dancing before them as the bards began to sing.

Here comes Arabambi the stone chucker
One who possess names like the chameleon's many robes
Those who ask who he is beware
Lest you bring his attention upon you
For they say the king is no more
Follow not the foolhardy in mocking his demise
Saying the king has hanged
On the stocky branches of Ayan
Like Ayan would dare do what other great trees could not
Iroko the mighty king of trees groaned under his weight
Araba the lofty bents it ancient trunks in submission
For those who has witnessed the fiery eyed one in battle
Will never join the ignorant to insult the mighty one of Koso
Tread softly oh king, lest you crush the earth with your feet
For only the clouds can take your weight so have mercy for on earth is where we live.
Rejoice lovers of dances and funfair, for the prince of debauchery graces us with his presence

Shango's body jerked to the rhythm of the beats, his feet darted across the dance floor as if to draw patterns known only to him, his aura enveloped the crowd and they were quickly drawn in to his enchantment, dancing away in abandon. Babybaby leapt into the fray with a cry of excitement, Binta with a cheeky grin and an apologetic shoulder shrug at her still stunned siblings skipped after her, where Babybaby is already trying but failed to imitate shango's dance steps with a comic style of her own making.

"Come children, this is the other aspect of me that the men in white clothes refuse to show you for I am not always a bloodthirsty god, I am also the patron god of the bold at heart and those who take their chances, to succeed by any means necessary, regardless of the circumstances of their births, paupers that become kings and woodcutters sons that loans money to kingdoms, I grant a boon to every mortal that dances with me tonight, they each will wake up tomorrow with the inspiration to follow their dreams, we don't know what tomorrow brings but today we dance."

And they danced.

While Shango was busy partying away with his half-human children, several thousand miles away in Lagos, another of his children, an Abami was wreaking havoc.

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Well done op
Keep dropping it like it's hot

Sheikshegetto, you're the man.

Chapter Thirty-five

Detective Okafor had always wondered how he would die since he joined the police force, a shootout with bank robbers or gangsters perhaps but getting killed by a monster out of an horror flick never once crossed his practical mind. Now here he was running for his life, about to get eaten.

The Abami in it's rage tossed cars aside with its elongated appendages in pursuit of the arrant fly that gave it pain, pain it could vividly remember with loathing before it's freedom. The Abami hunched it's strong legs and leapt over the fleeing human blocking his escape with a triumphant shriek.

Okafor braced himself for the inevitable as he drew his gun, he'll at least do the world one last favor by taking out it's remaining eye.

"Come on you smelly piece of shit, I don't have all day." He growled as the Abami stalked closer like a cat playing with its prey. It's tongue flicker as if to taste the air around the detective, cocking it's head in curiosity, this fly has no scent of fear like the rest, the Abami was not pleased. As it reared its bony cartilages back to strike a barrage of gun fire sent it reeling, arms raised to protect its head.

The detective dived to the right to avoid friendly fire, his eyes darted across the smoke and dust in search of the shooter that saved him, a sleek black helicopter hovered above the street, the shooter behind the gun turret gave him a thumb up as another group jumped from a second chopper without ropes to land gracefully in the street below.

Detective Okafor gaped at the newcomers, first if all it was not possible for humans to jump from a chopper twenty feet above the ground without harnesses and then land like it was nothing, second of all they were all outfitted in matching tight black spandex with some logo that look like genetic symbol grasped in a fist, their faces were covered in visored helmet, last of all they all have the same bony cartilages on their backs like the Abami, flexing and uncurling like extra limbs.

The other group that landed from the other chopper, at least with ropes this time to his relief, like all normal same humans would have done. They were all amoured in grey, carrying guns he didn't recognize, they all spread out as soon as their feet touched the street asphalt, their presumed leader marched briskly up to meet him where he crouched.

"Good job drawing it's attention away from the civilians officer, we'll take it from here now." The man said as soon as his visor slides down with a hiss to show the no nonsense face of a military man.

"Who are you guys, and what are those things." He asked, pointing at the four masked beings standing as still as statues.

"There's no need to be concerned about them sir, stand aside the Calvary's here." was his sharp retort.
On saying this, the commander closed his helmet visor and snapped orders at the grey garbed ones to secure the perimeter, then to the four black garbed ones with the bony wingspan like appendages, he pointed at the still stunned Abami and snapped another quick command.

As if unleashed from invisible chains, the four dashed at the Abami just as Okafor remembered his mouth was still opened.

The Abami screech in challenge, it's bony appendages tore asphalt off the road as it leapt forward to meet the new foe. The biggest of the four ran headlong for the monster, they clashed with a shockwave that smashed nearby car windows, the remaining three darted in so fast the lawman could barely follow with his eyes. One of the four grabbed a lorry and then disappeared with it, a second later he/she, the detective could not place the gender appeared above the Abami then teleported away leaving the lorry hanging in the air before gravity intervened and sent the vehicle crashing down on the monster.

The Abami to it's credit recovered quickly, seized the offending lorry and sent it back at its assailants. Another of the four braced his/her arms and the sailing lorry hung midair....Okafor's mind was getting messed up..what the fucking fvck is fucking going on?

The one holding her hands up, the detective could tell it was a she now by her shape, made a tearing motion with a grunt and the poor lorry was dismantled, the metal pieces rained down from above but she wasn't done, with another hand jerk, she sent the debris flying at the Abami, showering it with a rain storm of metal.

Not giving the monster a moment respite, the big one, she's a she as well grabbed hold of the Abami and tossed it straight up into the air like it weight nothing, the teleporter ran for the big one, they both disappeared and then reappeared above the still flying monster where the big one sent it crashing down to earth with a resounding wallop. Detective Okafor even though his mind was in turmoil and would probably need to see a therapist after everything couldn't help but admire their teamwork.

The last of the four who was yet to do anything walked business like towards the stunned Abami as it tried to crawl away began to glow red, Okafor saw something like a crimson energy flowed from the now screeching Abami into the last of the four. It was like it was being drained, the lawman even though he was a good distance away felt the negative energy, he felt cold dispair, hopelessness, like whatever makes him alive was slowing being siphoned away.

The Abami's shrieked pathetically the more the red aura sucked away into its assailant, it's robost body began to emaciate, struggling weakly as it tried but failed to get away. But the others weren't allowing it, although they all stayed a solid good distance from their vampire friend, the one that held the lorry hanging in the air sent a school bus... thankfully empty this time around crashing on its head for good measure.

With a final wail as if to tell the world how unfairly outmatched it was, the Abami collapsed into a heap, dried as husk as the last red aura sucked into the fourth scary one. The draining energy dispersed and detective Okafor was able to breathe again. Everything happens under a few minutes, to him it felt like hours as the black garbed strangers leapt quickly into their chopper and were swiftly flown away, the grey armoured ones wrapped the remains of the Abami into a canopy, while they struggled to harness it unto their own chopper, the commander walked over to ask if the lawman was alright.

"Of course I'm not alright," he snapped, "what the hell is going on and what are those things, infact who are you people?"

"I'm afraid I can't answer that sir, but all you need know is that we're going to be taking care of the Abami situation now, your superiors will update you more on that, what you did was brave officer, you saved a lot of lives today." With a salute he jogged briskly into the helicopter and it rose into the air carrying it's strange baggage away.

Detective Okafor stared after the retreating chopper as his partner ran over a look of relief on her face.

"Are you alright partner, do you need medical attention?"

"Did you see the fight? Those four scary people?"

"Which four scary people?, the government agents took care of the beast, while the rest secured the area, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah I'm going to be, as soon as I'm nursing a cold bottle of beer in my hand." He replied but he knew he was lying, no logical reasoning can explain what happened here today, there was probably more to this institute that the government wasn't letting out and he knew he was going to get obsessed over the coming weeks to figure it all out, they all deserved better.

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sheikshegetto:
"The death tolls, sacrifices and the cries of men stirred Obatala, and the king in white clothes sent emissary gods to fetch the dreaded infant deity, but they were instead defeated as shoponna sent them packing.
Obatala sent others, but they were in turn beaten black and blue.

Finally, he then sent Ogun and I, the battle raged for days for shoponna as with all the offsprings of Arùn is a savage and formidable creature but even he must bow before the combined might of Shango lord of Koso and Ogun lord of Ire, he fled north and we followed.

The chase led us beyond the realm border, and Ogun always the faithful dog drew back, but nothing would sway me from my quarry, until at last I seized the wailing ugly creature in my grasp, and by the time the chase was over I had crossed into another thunder god’s dominion.’’

Obiora sat up at this; breathless, Omotola now keen on the story adjusted to listen better.

“You met another thunder god?” he was excited.

“Yes, in the land of cold and ice, of men with pale skins, long beards and helms with bull horns, never have I seen a fearsome race of men. I knew I was in another thunder god’s dominion because the elements there were unruly. Lightening became slippery in my grasps and the air refused to hold me up as it buckled like a horse as if to drop me.

Mad with rage, for Shango Olu Koso never takes no for answer, I wrestled the rebellious elements with fire until I subdued them,’’ Shango chuckled at the memory, “the other god was not pleased."

“He flew over to challenge you” Obiora exclaimed quite excited.

“Yes he did, Shango replied. "I could hear his roar from a league away, for when a man enters another’s hut and defecates on his floor, he should be ready to expect trouble, I am no mean man, I was hungry to test myself against such a god of savage hairy men, their deity would be a worthy adversary, my blood boiled with excitement, Oshe hummed in my right hand, the child deity shoponna wailed in my left, I roared back in challenge, the sky darkened and boiled with confused storms for two elephants has crossed path, the grass will suffer the consequence of the battle."

“What happened after that?’’ Obiora gushed impatient.

“Then king Obatala happened,’’ Shango growled, his happy mood gone with the wind, "For he called my true name with the authority of the beaded crown giving to him by the Eledunmare the creator, for which all must bow to his will, he compelled me to come back, having no choice but to retreat, shaming me before my adversary and wounding my pride in the process, with one last howl of rage I was drawn back through the portal he summoned back into Orun Alakeji the realm of gods."

“Oh,’’ Obiora finally said, disappointed, "it was not your fault though, the sky king had to be such a chicken, the other thunder god would understand, with the stupid pact and all, about time someone set gods from different pantheons against each other for some sell out WrestleMania, I know you would have kicked some ass.’’

Sango was mildly consoled. “yes the battle would have been glorious, Ogun would have been sick with jealousy, I promised that one day I will meet with this unknown thunder god, we shall share wine and blows, and we would kickass.’’

Obiora laughed at this, Shango joined in, Omotola smiled too as she drifted back to sleep.

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Wao.... Aremu ......Arabambi....good old days of the nephilims. Bro am tempted to peep into what occupies your head. You think like orisha.

Bro....this is the third time and reading....biko update before lockdown go finish me.

Cloud007:
Bro....this is the third time and reading....biko update before lockdown go finish me.

I'll be dropping the final chapter in book one tomorrow,...cheers bro.

Chapter Thirty-six

It’s been four days since the dance, the children strolled around town enjoying their new freedom. Shango sometimes tagged alone, uninterested, a faraway look in his eyes.

Having no idea of what had become of Logan, they sometimes argued at length about finding out whether he was okay and how they were going to rescue him.

“I’m pretty sure he is still alive, I bet he’s much more valuable to them now since they lost us, they must have simply moved him to some other safe house elsewhere.” Shettima remarked. “Now that the institute and the government have their hands full convincing the public, we can be on to them, the assurance that we would be running as far away from them gives us the upper hand.”

Afterwards, they all concluded that with Shango by their side they can launch a rescue for Logan and then figure out how to disappear from the institute's radar, they hurried back to their camp on the plateau to inform the thunder god.

“I fear I shall not be with you for a while children, my path lies elsewhere.” His grave reply stunned them into silence.

“You’re leaving us.” Obiora exclaimed.

“Yes I am, for like I said, my path lies elsewhere as do yours, for when a man does not know where he’s going, surely he knew where he was coming from, my quest for answers must begin at the ancient land of ile-Ife, the cradle of birth and gate way to Orun Alakeji the realm eternal, surely I will find the gate keeper there, and he shall give me the answers I seek or I shall force it out of him, right after I get Oshe Shango the shameless biter, it was about time we were reunited.

"Not you too, you're abandoning us, just like our mothers." Binta cried.

"Perish that thought child, I am only leaving you because I have to and you know it, and when I am done, I will surely find you. I know your very being thirst for vengeance for the childhood that was denied you, but leave retribution to Eledunmare the All maker, be normal children, strive to live normal lives, that I say is the best revenge against the men in white coats for that which they had denied you. Do not be quick to judge your mothers, a chance at redemption should be offered them, and the means I shall provide for that shall guide you down that path.

“But what are we going to do without you? Omotola said.

Shango grinned and replied, “No child, for it was I who would not be here if not for you, coming this far was not my doing, it was all you for all I did was burn down a few things, but in answer to the question, look to yourselves for answers.

He turned towards Obiora and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Obi, the man with the strength of ten, as sleek and powerful as the Gabon viper, he who falls on a calabash and bounces off and then fall on an iron mortal and it is rent asunder, your brother and sisters looks to you for protection, be their shield and wall, guide them with your shoulders and absorb all offences with your body.”

He smiled down at Orchid. “My beautiful child, graceful as the flowing brook, you are strong in your own way for while your twin is raging fire you are the calm water, sooth your siblings, let your shoulders be their comfort."

“Shettima the silent one, the wisdom of the fabled tortoise is yours and so is its infinite patience, control your siblings, guide them away from paths that leads astray, with you by their side, they will be one step ahead of their adversaries."

He piercing eyes shifted on to Omotola, a rare softness in their savage gaze. “Omotola, child of mystery; you have brought your siblings this far, continue to lead them for what is a body without its head, you feel your lack of powers demerits you. The institute may have deemed you insignificant but yet you stood astride the ashes of their fortress, leadership is power, it is the heritage of Jakuta’s descendants, embrace your power and lead them."

“Binta speedster, one who when everyone takes a step she has taken a hundred more, never let the rapid beating of your heart diminish, for you bring cheekiness and laughter to your siblings, a group without jolly does not survive the sinking sun.

“And to the last but not least of them all,” Shango said

“About time I say, what am I to do with these lots.” Babybaby remarked grinning infectiously.

“You are already starting little one, you are the glue to their harmony." Shango answered.

“Why do I have to be the glue? I could be goddess, let them bring me food sacrifices." She chirped in.

“You are the spoke to their wheel Babybaby, their mutual affection for you will hold them together in their time of conflict for that time will surely come, remember today and know that a single broomstick is weak but together in a bunch, they can never be broken, keep them that way and the enemies will not know how overcome you."

“I promise to hold them together," Babybaby murmured solemnly.

“I have faith in you little one, in you all. Shango concluded. On saying this he rose up to his full height, hands stretched over them as if in blessing and said.

“Farewell children, and whenever it seems like all is lost and despair sets in, remember this, you are the sons and daughters of Shango also named Jakuta, lord of chaos and order, he who wear storms as cloths, earth shaker, stone hurler. Call to me in your hour of need, and I shall answer with lightening and fire, but in all this know that you are the children of thunder and when you call, thunder will answer. Oodigba, and may our reunion be as sweet as honey Ashe!”

A doorway of mist shimmered into existence, and Shango walked backwards into it and was gone.

“Talk about stylish exit, the showoff." Omotola murmured rather fondly, and then gasped as she pictured images in her head, like she was watching a memory via a 3d digital visual.

She saw her mother, a penniless jobless Liverpool orphan who had to make unflattering decisions to survive, preparing to head to another country after being contacted by the institute; she saw her fear, her regrets, her beautiful face, red hair and cheeky grin like hers. Do not judge too harshly Shango had said.

“am I the only one seeing this? Binta exclaimed.

“You saw our mother too isn’t it? Orchid gasped at a gaping Obiora.

“Good gracious, my mommy is so pretty.” Babybaby squealed with glee.

“Gracious me, what a surprise, Binta answered, both hands held her cheek, feigned shock on her face.

They all laughed at this, cried and held hands. With their father’s parting gift; the future did not seem bleak after all.

Epilogue

A tall man strolled gaily through the motor park; oblivious of the stares he was provoking, his cloths was the object of their stares. It was as if he had bought a variety of clothings both native and western and had decided to try them all on.

He had a denim hat perched on top a dog eared style native cap the Yoruba called abetí ajá, the pointy dog ears sticking out like bat wings, a monkey jacket on a babariga robe, a pair of Jordan sneakers on a native hunters knee sized dogo shorts, he looked absolutely ridiculous in his bastardized outfit that the passerby’s concluded he was either at the early stage of lunacy or he had recently escaped from a mental home.

He boarded a bus heading into town and sat by the window, a plump elderly lady soon joined him, he greeted her cheerfully but rather loudly, she in turn ignored him with a hiss as she muttered about youths doing drugs and wasting their future. The man shrugged unperturbed, whistled happily to himself as the bus loaded with passengers, soon it was full.

“Oga boss, your transport fare abeg,” the bus conductor addressed him in Pidgin English, his teeth stained brown by kolanut, a cigarette hung from his swollen lips.

“My good fellow, I was unaware that this carriage was fare orchestrated, the paintings on your vehicle said otherwise,” the man replied in impeccable English.

The conductor stood with a confused look on his face as he tried to absorb the speech into a statement he could decipher, he then gave up with a shake of his head. He will not give this educated idiot the satisfaction that he did not understand a word of what he said, he didn’t kill anybody to deserve a headache early in the morning, he just wanted to collect his fare, and somebody should not come and frustrate him as the day was just beginning.

“Oga sir, is transport money I ask for, money for bus to carry you enter city,” the conductor tried to answer back with the little English he could conjure.

“Oh I beg your pardon sir; I see you are a layman with little or no knowledge of my diction so I will bring it down to your level, no offence intended my man.”

The conductor frowned at this, he felt he was being insulted but suppressed his growing irritation as the man continued his chatter, this will not be the first educated person he has encountered in his line of business, thinking they’re high above people like him, yet they could not afford a car of their own upon all their big big grammar.

“Before boarding your vehicle I saw a lettered painting and I believe it says ‘No fare No problem’ which can only mean one thing, and I really appreciate the charity, if there were more good folks like you out there, the world will be a better place.”

“Mr man because say my motor paint write say “No fare No problem” no mean say transport free.” the conductor roared crossly. “If you no get money to pay, abeg come down from my motor before I throw you comot from window.”

“I am Lanroye my good sir not Mr. Man, some call me Eleggua, Elegba or papa Legba and my close associates’ call me Eshu Láàlu Ogirioko a.k.a the stone wall and you sir cannot be among my inner circle for you are rude and obnoxious.”

“Lanny or wetin you call yourself abeg leave that thing o, pay me my money, the grammar wey you dey blow since no fit pay for your transport, respect yourself and gerrout from my bus now.”

Lanroye’s dark eyes glowed, the jolly smile on his face morphed to a more feral one. “I could have had you killed on the spot for this insult but I can see you are not long for this world, poor fellow, Iku the debt collector has already scheduled you for appointment, you will kick the bucket in two market days, if I were you my good lad, I will set my affairs in order and amend my ways with my wife and child, and oh! My oh my, the child isn’t yours by the way, women ha! I believe there’s this saying which goes; after God fear women, harsh lad, harsh.” He totted.

The conductor blanched at this as he paled visibly, he left him alone without bothering about the fare. Signing contently, the man called Lanroye looked out of the window as the bus roared into life and coughed its way out of the park.

The broken English spoken by the bus conductor fascinated him, shame he wasn’t long for the world, he might have learnt a thing or two from him, Lanroye unlike the Orisha travelled beyond all dominion with his duties as a messenger god knew all the tongues spoken by men, of all the foreign languages, the old Victorian English was his favorite after spending a few decades spreading mischief in jolly old England.

The mortals hadn’t changed by a mile since he was gone in spite of their rapid advancement, they were as naïve as always, and their so called civility made them more susceptible to his influence, they were never contented, always running around like something was chasing them until their brief live-span expires like candle, It was good to be back.

He would have preferred staying back at the realm eternal but recent turn of events needed his very presence as his minions had drastically bottled a simple instruction, so so annoying and now here he was mingling with the irritating, restless mortals, a small sacrifice to bear.

Olu Koso has escaped, but his plans were far from disruption, for the thunder god was just a single seed on his Ayo board game, he has fulfilled his usefulness. Now his offspring are a different matter.

He was Lanroye the gate keeper, Eshu Laalu the stone wall, unto which foolhardy mortals run smashing, the caretaker of the earth, if a gardener beheld a diseased tree in his garden, his duty was to have it destroyed before it affects the rest of his crops, the humans are killing the earth, the corrupted ones must be uprooted, and if the infection has gone deeper than he feared, he would clear them all and inhabit the earth with the children of the Orisha.

He chuckled to himself, “what was the first step in his plans? Yes, awaken the Orisha each at his/her place of solitude calling them by their true names, the gods have many names bestowed to them by their fawning worshipers over the centuries but few knew their secret names and he knows them all, all ten thousand of the irumole, from the chieftain deities down to the minor groove spirits, and the next step?

Corrupt the Orisha; feed them their Ewò; their taboos, to Olokun the sea king, a sacrilegious offering of seafood mixed with the earth garbage, and spilled with oil, to Oko the sleeping earth, rotten food crops spoiled with sea water as sacrifice, oh the eternal rivalry, and to the ruler of them all.

Obatala the arch divinity, the king in white cloths, simply take away his white attires and cover him with one stained with palm wine and filth, and when the king of gods awaken in rage, from the offensive smell, seeking answers to this sacrilegious act he would tell him, tell them that the humans of earth sent him, he was just a messenger, and they shall demand justice, knowing that the mortals have forgotten them will make them furious, they would wake up corrupted and the WORLD WILL BURN!!!.

End of book one.

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I didn't see that coming. Nice one bro.

How exactly do I express my thoughts?
Youve done well with this story in all ramifications. I love how you expertly wove between two worlds: when we listen only to fable under the moonlight and this modern world.
Kudos and I look forward to more from you, if possible, partnership

Please @sheikshegetto when is book 2 coming out? This you tori sweet no be small.

Beautiful story, u re indeed blessed bruh.. Mention me wen d book 2 is ready..

ewawumi:
How exactly do I express my thoughts?
Youve done well with this story in all ramifications. I love how you expertly wove between two worlds: when we listen only to fable under the moonlight and this modern world.
Kudos and I look forward to more from you, if possible, partnership

I appreciate your kind words... thanks again

enm:
Please @sheikshegetto when is book 2 coming out? This you tori sweet no be small.

thanks boss...Already started working on the second book but I will not be posting it until it is completed.... it'll probably end up published on okadabooks or royalroad.

priestchurch:
Beautiful story, u re indeed blessed bruh.. Mention me wen d book 2 is ready..

most definitely bruh...you were there right from the start of the story....much appreciated

This is an amazing piece, well done bro. Do let me know when the part 2 is available.

Well done bro. This is Indeed a great piece. The waybyou write seem to me like you have a deep knowledge In Yoruba mythology. Maybe you studied history or Yoruba or something related. In other words, you are really good sir... I doff my hat for you..

sheikshegetto:
Epilogue

A tall man strolled gaily through the motor park; oblivious of the stares he was provoking, his cloths was the object of their stares. It was as if he had bought a variety of clothings both native and western and had decided to try them all on.

He had a denim hat perched on top a dog eared style native cap the Yoruba called abetí ajá, the pointy dog ears sticking out like bat wings, a monkey jacket on a babariga robe, a pair of Jordan sneakers on a native hunters knee sized dogo shorts, he looked absolutely ridiculous in his bastardized outfit that the passerby’s concluded he was either at the early stage of lunacy or he had recently escaped from a mental home.

He boarded a bus heading into town and sat by the window, a plump elderly lady soon joined him, he greeted her cheerfully but rather loudly, she in turn ignored him with a hiss as she muttered about youths doing drugs and wasting their future. The man shrugged unperturbed, whistled happily to himself as the bus loaded with passengers, soon it was full.

“Oga boss, your transport fare abeg,” the bus conductor addressed him in Pidgin English, his teeth stained brown by kolanut, a cigarette hung from his swollen lips.

“My good fellow, I was unaware that this carriage was fare orchestrated, the paintings on your vehicle said otherwise,” the man replied in impeccable English.

The conductor stood with a confused look on his face as he tried to absorb the speech into a statement he could decipher, he then gave up with a shake of his head. He will not give this educated idiot the satisfaction that he did not understand a word of what he said, he didn’t kill anybody to deserve a headache early in the morning, he just wanted to collect his fare, and somebody should not come and frustrate him as the day was just beginning.

“Oga sir, is transport money I ask for, money for bus to carry you enter city,” the conductor tried to answer back with the little English he could conjure.

“Oh I beg your pardon sir; I see you are a layman with little or no knowledge of my diction so I will bring it down to your level, no offence intended my man.”

The conductor frowned at this, he felt he was being insulted but suppressed his growing irritation as the man continued his chatter, this will not be the first educated person he has encountered in his line of business, thinking they’re high above people like him, yet they could not afford a car of their own upon all their big big grammar.

“Before boarding your vehicle I saw a lettered painting and I believe it says ‘No fare No problem’ which can only mean one thing, and I really appreciate the charity, if there were more good folks like you out there, the world will be a better place.”

“Mr man because say my motor paint write say “No fare No problem” no mean say transport free.” the conductor roared crossly. “If you no get money to pay, abeg come down from my motor before I throw you comot from window.”

“I am Lanroye my good sir not Mr. Man, some call me Eleggua, Elegba or papa Legba and my close associates’ call me Eshu Láàlu Ogirioko a.k.a the stone wall and you sir cannot be among my inner circle for you are rude and obnoxious.”

“Lanny or wetin you call yourself abeg leave that thing o, pay me my money, the grammar wey you dey blow since no fit pay for your transport, respect yourself and gerrout from my bus now.”

Lanroye’s dark eyes glowed, the jolly smile on his face morphed to a more feral one. “I could have had you killed on the spot for this insult but I can see you are not long for this world, poor fellow, Iku the debt collector has already scheduled you for appointment, you will kick the bucket in two market days, if I were you my good lad, I will set my affairs in order and amend my ways with my wife and child, and oh! My oh my, the child isn’t yours by the way, women ha! I believe there’s this saying which goes; after God fear women, harsh lad, harsh.” He totted.

The conductor blanched at this as he paled visibly, he left him alone without bothering about the fare. Signing contently, the man called Lanroye looked out of the window as the bus roared into life and coughed its way out of the park.

The broken English spoken by the bus conductor fascinated him, shame he wasn’t long for the world, he might have learnt a thing or two from him, Lanroye unlike the Orisha travelled beyond all dominion with his duties as a messenger god knew all the tongues spoken by men, of all the foreign languages, the old Victorian English was his favorite after spending a few decades spreading mischief in jolly old England.

The mortals hadn’t changed by a mile since he was gone in spite of their rapid advancement, they were as naïve as always, and their so called civility made them more susceptible to his influence, they were never contented, always running around like something was chasing them until their brief live-span expires like candle, It was good to be back.

He would have preferred staying back at the realm eternal but recent turn of events needed his very presence as his minions had drastically bottled a simple instruction, so so annoying and now here he was mingling with the irritating, restless mortals, a small sacrifice to bear.

Olu Koso has escaped, but his plans were far from disruption, for the thunder god was just a single seed on his Ayo board game, he has fulfilled his usefulness. Now his offspring are a different matter.

He was Lanroye the gate keeper, Eshu Laalu the stone wall, unto which foolhardy mortals run smashing, the caretaker of the earth, if a gardener beheld a diseased tree in his garden, his duty was to have it destroyed before it affects the rest of his crops, the humans are killing the earth, the corrupted ones must be uprooted, and if the infection has gone deeper than he feared, he would clear them all and inhabit the earth with the children of the Orisha.

He chuckled to himself, “what was the first step in his plans? Yes, awaken the Orisha each at his/her place of solitude calling them by their true names, the gods have many names bestowed to them by their fawning worshipers over the centuries but few knew their secret names and he knows them all, all ten thousand of the irumole, from the chieftain deities down to the minor groove spirits, and the next step?

Corrupt the Orisha; feed them their Ewò; their taboos, to Olokun the sea king, a sacrilegious offering of seafood mixed with the earth garbage, and spilled with oil, to Oko the sleeping earth, rotten food crops spoiled with sea water as sacrifice, oh the eternal rivalry, and to the ruler of them all.

Obatala the arch divinity, the king in white cloths, simply take away his white attires and cover him with one stained with palm wine and filth, and when the king of gods awaken in rage, from the offensive smell, seeking answers to this sacrilegious act he would tell him, tell them that the humans of earth sent him, he was just a messenger, and they shall demand justice, knowing that the mortals have forgotten them will make them furious, they would wake up corrupted and the WORLD WILL BURN!!!.

End of book one.

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i definitelt didn't see that coming. the suspense is killing. good read bro.

O.M.G!

Started this masterpiece yesterday night. I couldn't sleep till 2am. Barely closed my eyes for four hours. Woke today and jumped on it around 8am.

One word : captivating.
Rating over 100%: infinity%

Sheikshegetto, I don't know how to describe my emotions now. To hug the life out of you is the only thing on my mind.

You are so talented, so creative, so imaginative, so...gosh!

Let me stop here and wait for book two before I finish my talk.

Guy, you are out of this world.

I must confess that this story is the second best I have ever seen, that's after katakata street, no sexual stuff unlike our writers of nower days... Please don't disappoint me by not finishing this story cos I can't bear such disappointment ...


...Please when is the next update coming...

felsunseg:
Well done bro. This is Indeed a great piece. The waybyou write seem to me like you have a deep knowledge In Yoruba mythology. Maybe you studied history or Yoruba or something related. In other words, you are really good sir... I doff my hat for you..

Thanks a lot boss....I neither studied history or Yoruba but I am an avid reader like you... I'm actually glad you didn't think I am a traditional priest... I've been getting that a lot lool

AiteeAitee:
O.M.G!

Started this masterpiece yesterday night. I couldn't sleep till 2am. Barely closed my eyes for four hours. Woke today and jumped on it around 8am.

One word : captivating.
Rating over 100%: infinity%

Sheikshegetto, I don't know how to describe my emotions now. To hug the life out of you is the only thing on my mind.

You are so talented, so creative, so imaginative, so...gosh!

Let me stop here and wait for book two before I finish my talk.

Guy, you are out of this world.

I appreciate your kinds words ma'am, that meant a lot... I'm glad I didn't waste your time

Okechukwu22:
I must confess that this story is the second best I have ever seen, that's after katakata street, no sexual stuff unlike our writers of nower days... Please don't disappoint me by not finishing this story cos I can't bear such disappointment ...


...Please when is the next update coming...

I'm glad you approve....I appreciate you,...already started working on that...cheers.

sheikshegetto:
Thanks a lot boss....I neither studied history or Yoruba but I am an advent reader like you... I'm actually glad you didn't think I am a traditional priest... I've been getting that a lot lool

Nothing wrong with being a traditional priest, my one cent though.

blueeyes1:


Nothing wrong with being a traditional priest, my one cent though.

loool of course not... but the fact that the assumption that I am was the first to come to mind had me befuddled.