Gods?
Sorry I've not continued the series for a while now, I've been crazy busy with class. Your attention goes a long way to ginger me to write more. I appreciate you taking time out to read it. You can tag your friends.
Omotola came to with a wicked headache clawing at her skull. She sat up groggily and looked around trying to get her bearings and remember where she was. The events of the previous time crashed into her like a tidal wave and her head whipped up sharply and she moaned as nausea hit her. The sun was setting, casting shadows over everything around her. She gingerly turned her neck inch by inch to a 270 degree angle when she saw them. Fear spiked in her brain as she remembered the lightning wielding man trying to kill her and she rose to run but sat back down heavily from weakness.
‘You have to take it easy tola, you’re not fully healed yet’.
She turned ever so slowly to face the owner of the voice that spoke. He looked like a normal Yoruba boy. Well, a normal, stunningly good looking Yoruba boy; tall and dark skinned with narrow limbs and broad shoulders. He had jet black hair, warm dark eyes and really white teeth. She slapped herself mentally from drooling and turned to the rest of them, taking in their appearances as well. Two were female as far as she could tell and both as opposite as they come. One was dark, short and curvy with leafy patterns swirling around her face while the other was fair, tall and appropriately proportioned. The dark girl smiled warmly and spoke directly into Omotola’s mind.
‘Earth shaker’
Her voice was soft, almost musical. The other girl simply glared at Omotola but that did not diminish her beauty one bit. She looked as regal as a queen while wearing strangely fashioned clothes with trousers instead of skirts. The last one was male with muscular arms and honey colored eyes. He was taller than the first guy and almost as cute. He flashed a grin and looked away hastily.
‘Now that you’ve finished checking us out, I am Oduduwa and that is oya, patron god of the seas, moremi, patron god of the forest and ode, patron god of hunters’, he said pointing to the tall girl, the short one and the huge guy at the far end of the clearing respectively.
She wondered how he could hear what was being said all the way from the other side of the field. He looked at her and winked again as if he knew what she was thinking. She blushed furiously and took her eyes back to the one who called himself Oduduwa.
‘…….i am the patron god of the Yoruba and of magic’, he finished.
Omotola looked at them and said, ‘What do you want from me?’.
She was surprised she managed to keep the trembling from her voice.
‘A few years ago, we sensed a break through the universe, something or someone cutting across time and space and dimensions into this realm. We tried to investigate but the individual was too well shielded’ he said, gesturing to the oruka on her wrist.
The oruka had being with her since she could remember and her mother had said it would protect her or something. Hold on! Her mother did not know where she was. She would be out of her mind with panic. She stood up groggily, staggering a bit but remained firmly in her feet.
‘I do not understand what you’re saying, no one has ever heard of any Oduduwa in ile ife. We have only one god we worship and that is Olodumare. Nevertheless, I have to be going. Maami will be worried if I don’t get the egusi home’.
She made as if to turn but there was nowhere to go.
‘You cannot go back Omotola’, Oduduwa said moving steadily toward her. Omotola stepped back towards the right and she saw ode behind her already in that spot. How did he move so fast??
She turned to run the other way but found that she was well and truly trapped as the others had also blocked any means of escape. It was when she noticed the triumphant grin on Oduduwa’s face that she total lost it. Drawing on the well within her that had mysteriously appeared when she started getting scared; she drew deep and hard till her eyes blazed white. She thought desperately of home and reality bended as she jumped through space and appeared in front of her hut at the forest fringe. She could still hear Oduduwa’s furious roars he shouted for his cohorts to stop her before she …
She would not think of that. She would not. She staggered slowly up the slope that led to the front door while wondering what to tell maami.
‘I am in deep soup today’, she muttered to herself, ‘and not the egusi kind’, she added as an afterthought.