Chapter Two - Gods?
Still on Rave God Rerun
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.
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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 and appeared in front of her hut at the forest fringe. She could still hear
Oduduwa’s furious roaras 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.