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My Village.
Chapter Three.
Part One.
Today was the day of the festival. She knew it. She heard the day calling her name before it aroused her from sleep. She heard the day telling her to wake up and challenge her. The day was a masquerade of traditions holding a long gun, asking her to come and fight when she was already held down with its traditions and customs. But she must fight that day, which was today. The day of the Ife festival.
The queen went straight into the king's room in the morning to ask him some questions but she did not know that the king was in a more unfortunate position than her daughter and herself.
He was long awake before the day. He was senior to the day. He saw the other day leave in it's old age and welcomed the new baby. The next day.
The older day tried to comfort him with the quietness usually associated with the dead while he was thinking on his bed. His life, his throne, his daughter? Was this how his kingship would be? Ruled by a domineering chief priest who constantly saw eye to eye with traditions? His wife and daughter being flogged on a regular basis with the long cane of traditions? The chief priest never saw eye to eye with him. After all, he considered him the weirdest Ooni of Ife, who only had one wife and one child, so something must be definitely wrong with him.
The older day seeing that it was too old to comfort him left him in the hands of the new day. A newly born baby that happiness and joy to people.
But this baby was born with a sharp black axe in his hand and claws in his mouth. It had horns on his head and wings at his back. It had tentacles in the place of legs and wings at his back.
It arrived th the world like it that of a mad dog.
🎊🎊🎊
The queen entered the room scarcely dressed for the festival. Her only concern was Jumoke.
"My king, what would the chief priest say?
"My dearest wife,I don't know what he would say. I hope all punishment would fall on Joba,that outcast. It was my fault for allowing him to live in the outskirts of this village. I must banish him"
End of part one. Thanks for reading. Vote and comment. Endeavor to read the next chapter.
Part Two.
The festival was a work in progress at the village square. The whole place had been swept clean by the village cleaners. The villagers were arriving the venue in bits. People all over Yorubaland came to the festival as well as various kings and leaders.
The Ooni of Ife and his family arrived at the venue alongside Joba, the prisoner who was placed at the centre of the village square. The only thing on him was his short torn khaki. His hair was scraped and the powdery substance that the chief priest rubbed on him gave him rashes and boils all over his body. The villagers looked at him with shame and disgust.
After all the traditional celebrations and rites, the chief priest stood up and walked to Joba and said with a loud voice:
"This man is an outcast,who has spat in the face of the gods and the throne. He is in a relationship with the princess Olajumoke and he plans to marry her which is an abomination."
The queen's heart skipped.
"So he is hereby banished from the entire premises of the Yorubaland, never to come back again "
Wow. The chief priest read my mind.
" Today is the day of his punishment and he is going to be flogged sixty strokes of the cane by the henchmen before he is sent out. The princess Olajumoke would be betrothed to the prince of Lagos. This is the verdict of the gods and it is final.
The chief priest walked back to his seat. The queen and king were happy that nothing happened to their daughter but Jumoke was not. She was determined to follow her lover out of Yorubaland even if it meant so.
End of part two. Thanks for reading. Vote and comment. Watch out for the next chapter.
Part One.
Today was the day of the festival. She knew it. She heard the day calling her name before it aroused her from sleep. She heard the day telling her to wake up and challenge her. The day was a masquerade of traditions holding a long gun, asking her to come and fight when she was already held down with its traditions and customs. But she must fight that day, which was today. The day of the Ife festival.
The queen went straight into the king's room in the morning to ask him some questions but she did not know that the king was in a more unfortunate position than her daughter and herself.
He was long awake before the day. He was senior to the day. He saw the other day leave in it's old age and welcomed the new baby. The next day.
The older day tried to comfort him with the quietness usually associated with the dead while he was thinking on his bed. His life, his throne, his daughter? Was this how his kingship would be? Ruled by a domineering chief priest who constantly saw eye to eye with traditions? His wife and daughter being flogged on a regular basis with the long cane of traditions? The chief priest never saw eye to eye with him. After all, he considered him the weirdest Ooni of Ife, who only had one wife and one child, so something must be definitely wrong with him.
The older day seeing that it was too old to comfort him left him in the hands of the new day. A newly born baby that happiness and joy to people.
But this baby was born with a sharp black axe in his hand and claws in his mouth. It had horns on his head and wings at his back. It had tentacles in the place of legs and wings at his back.
It arrived th the world like it that of a mad dog.
🎊🎊🎊
The queen entered the room scarcely dressed for the festival. Her only concern was Jumoke.
"My king, what would the chief priest say?
"My dearest wife,I don't know what he would say. I hope all punishment would fall on Joba,that outcast. It was my fault for allowing him to live in the outskirts of this village. I must banish him"
End of part one. Thanks for reading. Vote and comment. Endeavor to read the next chapter.
Part Two.
The festival was a work in progress at the village square. The whole place had been swept clean by the village cleaners. The villagers were arriving the venue in bits. People all over Yorubaland came to the festival as well as various kings and leaders.
The Ooni of Ife and his family arrived at the venue alongside Joba, the prisoner who was placed at the centre of the village square. The only thing on him was his short torn khaki. His hair was scraped and the powdery substance that the chief priest rubbed on him gave him rashes and boils all over his body. The villagers looked at him with shame and disgust.
After all the traditional celebrations and rites, the chief priest stood up and walked to Joba and said with a loud voice:
"This man is an outcast,who has spat in the face of the gods and the throne. He is in a relationship with the princess Olajumoke and he plans to marry her which is an abomination."
The queen's heart skipped.
"So he is hereby banished from the entire premises of the Yorubaland, never to come back again "
Wow. The chief priest read my mind.
" Today is the day of his punishment and he is going to be flogged sixty strokes of the cane by the henchmen before he is sent out. The princess Olajumoke would be betrothed to the prince of Lagos. This is the verdict of the gods and it is final.
The chief priest walked back to his seat. The queen and king were happy that nothing happened to their daughter but Jumoke was not. She was determined to follow her lover out of Yorubaland even if it meant so.
End of part two. Thanks for reading. Vote and comment. Watch out for the next chapter.
