Chief Bamiro’s eyes widened now as he prepared himself for the next onslaught which was launched out against him. He had expected that this would pretty much be it, after all, considering how the Hadjan lady had launched out against him earlier, there was no turning back from it.
But to see that she would not even listen to the one person who she had adored so much
Christmas is taking a lot from me. Lots of things to work on here.
“Ah!” The figure with a slightly glowing body moaned as he tried to rise up fomt eh laying position which he had been in since. Getting up to sit was hard for him as every part of his body screamed in ache now but then he preserved, pushing himself to get up to that pose. With A blank look on his face, he looked up and down, trying to ascertain where he was. For the
The stones appeared to be living, reminding him once of the Magmorians who lived at the other end of the Exotic World Bridge of Amnor. He got to his feet now and slowly picked his way through the gigantic piece of living stones, making his way to Shin. And once he was there, he moved to pick up Hadjan’s hand and then pulled him up to his shoulder. Doing that, the Ha
Moremi. What is it about her that would have made the gods look down with pity and make her one of them? Although it can be argued that it is not only the Orisha pantheon who can deduct others In fact, some other school of thought may have it that the gods themselves do not have the power to make others gods. Beyond them is what they would usually end such arguments or thoughts. They do claim that if this was the case, then what would be the position of Eledumare the supreme creator in all of this? To make them being able to make others one of them would not only make Eledumare more insignificant. It would challenge the very need for belief in his being. Which to say the least, would be rather disastrous. We don't want that, do we? While I would like to argue about this in full intensity, no one for sure can know the full extent of the capabilities of t
What does the clothing made of raffia grass imply to the laymen? One may argue that the tribesmen who wore them only sought to be free in their movements as they brought carnage and destruction to all others. While that may be a very fair point to consider, let us not forget that all is not what it seems in war. In war, a lot of things are masked so that in the achievement of the end goal, there is a greater satisfaction in knowing the enemy is utterly confused and unable to take revenge. It is by far satisfying, having to cripple to the last bits the enemy that fights with you. However with the tribesmen from the East, the argument would be biased. Why? It was simply because of the clothing of raffia grass skirt that they had on, they had a charm woven protection in it. Yes, after all, who would want to go to ba
We must commend Moremi. Her people had a problem and she stepped up accordingly to settle it.the settlement of that, she made sure it was quick and rapid to the task. Here is how her story did go. Or rather how the story of her kingdom did go. AtAsked by the tribe men from the East, the tribe had suffered a great deal. Scarcity of food, curfews and protected movements were the norm of the town. And this was something that could not be negotiated. It had to be. Because in the absence of that, there was little to no way the people could be protected. The attackers were brutal with their attacks. They did not waste time and they were totally invincible. So powerful that even the strongest of men, in terms of skills, were fr
There’s a lot to consider. When people mention women? The familiar idea is that of the beings that can not often help themselves. The type that must wait for instruction before they can come to think or take initiative. While there have been and have been some women who got that narrative, we do not focus on them. We focus more on their job, after all, it was a job well done.. And coming from the captain of their unit, if was a well expected and worshiped thanks. Queen Moremi was not the same as that. She had been moved to compassion, taking bold preemptive steps in the face of the enemy strikes. She struck a deal with the Deity, her son for victory. It was sealed and she made sure that she got caught. At least, that was to make sure that things were in line. When the next raid of the enemy happened, she threw ou
Bayo sighed to himself as he stood at the portside of the flying boat. As he stood there, wit hands against the helm of the boat, he sighed internally, happy with the ways things had been so far. It was not so long ago that the last time he was on a flying boat of this type,it had resulted in disaster. This time, so far there had been nothing that signified anything of such nature. Ronke giggled at this and then sighed. She removed her hands from the railing, placing them by her hips and looking away in the distance. “ I wish I could just say that, you know.” She mentioned. &ldquAscenders: Rising To Hero 94. Ronke's Insecurity