The next day, the whole team had gathered together, their eyes fixed on the beautiful sights that greeted them.
The ladies had no issue, after the little battle which had taken place between Ronke and Hana, this was definitely a relaxing spot. However when it came down to the males, Shin and Bayo, it had taken a bit more convincing about why they needed to be at the beach.An unusual sight, the beach, the entire surface around the lake being all cleared up. The trees were in the distance, the tall trees of the region all backed out in the corners, creating the perfect border for the lake. Perhaps, it was for this reason that the lake had not being discovered by a lot and being mapped out on the map of the Secind Heavens.Still, the finesse about the beach floor was something that struck Shin. He did not know possible that how a place which was indeed hidden from the rest of civilisation would look this clean and beautiful. It was true that nature in the heavens had a way ofWho likes beach?
“Hey...” Ronke called to Hana now.The two of them were still seated on the rock, each of them enjoying the splash of water against their face.It was not much but at least to some extent, this was the closest they could get to beach wears.Ronke’s ripped gown was slit to make a two piece attire. One piece of it to wrap her chest and the other piece remaining as her gown. Hana, on the other hand, had her kimono wrapped to her waist, revealing her innerwear of a sleeveless jumpsuit. Not exactly beachy but for the moment now, it served the purpose. “How are you seeing this whole place and the vibes here? I think it's really satiating and co. What about you?” Rinke asked, trying to start a conversation between the two of them.Of the lotnf them so far, the two of them had had it rough with each other. Although, it was never so direct and all of that but then again, it had always been there. And it seemed that the both of them had always clashed leads over Bayo.I
Getting close to the heart of the opponent King was no small feat. Take it however you may want. The fact that she had the backing of a deity definitely did not make it any easier for her. In fact, there were the other wives of the King and their jealousy to deal with. Many other matters which were prevalent among the King place which did not allow for a total smooth sailing. Still, we have to give credit to Moremi. That despite all this, she was willing and able to pull all her resources together to achieve that which she was after. And what was that? Simple! To learn the source of victory for the Eastern tribesmen. So determined was she that she was willing to pay the pric
“Who the heck are you guys?” Shin shouted. “Who the heck are we?” the man with the circular painting at the forehead said, his knuckles creased. “You come to our realm and instead of paying proper respects, you think you can jump into our sacred waters and enjoy yourselves? The audacity!” He bellowed. And just as he did now, the other tribe men who had similar markings, except that theirs was of the color of red, drew closer. Each one of them having their gaze as heavy as possible with killing intent oozing off them. At this, Shin and Bayo exchanged knowing glances. Bayo smirked while Shin adjusted the glasses on his face, a wry smile playing softly by the edges. “Boys. Pipe it down.” Ronke immediately called
“Mhmm...” The man with the red band on his head ached and then rose to a sitting position. He had placed the right hand to his head, his eyes shut even as he nursed the headache which he had currently. He was bare chested, his chest wound with bandages, from his chest to the armpit of the right hand. Opening his eyes to the dark room, he blinked now, allowing himself to come to terms with where he was. A spark of recognition flared within his mind and he groaned in respect of it. The battle was over. He had lost. And right now, he was right in the home of the healer. The irunmole lady in the whole of the town, Iyabo. “Gah... Tch...” Chef Bamiro frowned some more in pain and rubbed his head together. As he did
Eventually with Moremi at the helm of victory, she returned back home to her people. There is indeed the saying that the wanderer would one day find his or her way back home and in her case, this was utmostly true. After all, she had but nothing left in the land of.the Eastern Invaders. Her mission had been concluded and it was then up to her to return back home. To learn of the secrets of the foreign King was no light feat for her. However it posed a risk to her. A grave risk. She had to find her way out. It is rumored that she had charmed her way out of the hands of the Queen. And likewise in the same manner, she charmed herself out of the kingdom. How she had been able to escape without being brought back
You would think it was a happy ending sort of situation? Of course, that is what it does look like and besides who would not want a happy ending for the brave queen> She had done the unthinkable and had bested the odds in the favor of her own nationality. She had gone into enemy land and had befeiednt ehKing there such that he was able to divulge their war secrets to her and then it was all fine. It would be the perfect ending. That she would be welcomed to her own town. That she would be paraded a hero. And of course, this is where it is heading towards. Except in the actual sense of it, reality is often discomforting to say the least. When Moremi had returned and when the battle was won. Naturally, there was a noise of c
People think that when they do things, that nobody notices them. They think that they are well hidden and as such there is no one to call them out or to praise them.However this is only but fals mentality.In the reality we live in, there is nothing hidden under the sun. It does not matter how well and how clever it was hidden, along the line, it would have to be revealed to public light. Or someone may have noticed it.It is then the responsibility of such person to determine whether to speak out or to keep silent. However, even at that, that goes further to prove the rule that people would see. Even when you think they do not.When the celebrated Queen met a disgraced end, the people saw it.Even though she had made sure she killed herself quietly, the wind carried the sounds of it. There was no silence to the deeds that she had done .Even nature was willing to sound it near and far.In celebratory moods, the people of the town went a
Obatala, the King of the Gods. The making of a deity who would be the King of Gods and is the King is a mystery that is greatly contested amongst a lot. Notwithstanding, there is even so little information about how the King of Gods came to be. Or how he got to be about the title. But there is one thing which is there for a fact. And that is, Obatala is the First Orisha. Not necessarily the first God or the first deity. Notice the subtle difference between the two of them. An Orisha is not necessarily a Deity. And a Deity may not necessarily be lower than an Orisha. While you may want to get information on why this is so, that would not be the topic for discussion. Some things are best left