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23 January | Sacred Readings v1

VI. THE PASSING OF ÓGUN.

Yet now, Oíbo, let a final tale
Be told; for, at the last, that silent age
Yields up the legend of its fall. In those
Last tranquil years the mothers blessed King Ógun
For peaceful days and night’s security;
And old men used to tell of their brave deeds
In battles where Orányan led, applaud
The torch-lit dance and pass their last calm days… Continue reading

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22 January | Sacred Readings v1

VI. THE PASSING OF ÓGUN.

Forgotten lives were lived, and shadowy priests
Kept warm the altars of the departed Gods:
Old men went softly to the River’s lip1
Unsung: ‘twixt hope and fear mute colonists
Went forth to the strange forests of the World;
And unremembered wives sought out the shrines
Of the givers of new life. Their names are lost. . .

Myths of Ífè

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21 January | Sacred Readings v1

V. THE ÚBO WARS.

Back from the rebel town Great Mórimi
Rushed back, and cried: “The fire the vulture brought
Shall slay the hosts of Úbo!”
…when the festive season came, he hid
Them with red fire prepared within the city,
And, as the invading hosts of Úbo scaled
The walls, a rush of flaming boughs destroyed
Grass garments and rebellious men. Thus fell
Úbo before Orányan.
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20 January | Sacred Readings v1

V. THE ÚBO WARS.

While Éshu’s shrine yet ran with blood, the Gods,
Unknowing, sat alone in their abasement,
And Ógun said: “We scorned our upstart son;
Scorned him and let him be—nor bore in mind
The wisdom of the Past, ‘A little snake
Is yet a snake.’ See now the end has come:
Swift from the sight of mocking men we must
Depart. The sage Osányi will lay… Continue reading

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19 January | Sacred Readings v1

V. THE ÚBO WARS.

Swift in the form of Messengers to me
His priest, his voice: ‘Evil has come down on Ífè:
By Evil only can desire prevail.
Take six he-goats to Éshu, the Undoer;
Thus crave his aid and go, Great Mórimi,
A harlot to the land of Úbo'” . . So sped
Mórimi to the rebel town; and when

A lord of Úbo sought her midst… Continue reading

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18 January | Sacred Readings v1

V. THE ÚBO WARS.

In Ífè was great joy: the last
Black thundercloud has passed; the maids were wed,
And all men feasted on the sacred days
Of Ógun and the Lord of Day—when sudden,
From the still Forest o’er the walls there broke
Portents of moving trees and hurrying grass
On Ífè’s stone-still revellers. (Hope perishes
In the dark hour a mother sees the dance
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17 January | Sacred Readings v1

V. THE ÚBO WARS.

With Autumn’s fall
Olúbo came with gifts before the shrine
Of the grim Forest-God who hedged his land,
And prayed him to accept the corn he brought
And the fat beasts, nor seize his lands again.
And the God saw the oil, and smelled the blood
Of birds and cattle; and the longed-for voice
Came to Olúbo: “See with the rain I come
Each year… Continue reading

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16 January | Sacred Readings v1

V. THE ÚBO WARS.

But to these colonists the Gods, their Fathers,
Gave no good gifts: ‘midst battles with the Wild,
‘Mid struggles with the Forest the town grew-
While dull remembrance of unnatural wrongs
p. 41 Bred Man’s first rebel thought against the Gods;
And when the time of festival was near,
Word came to Ífè that the folk of Úbo
Would bring no gifts, nor worship at… Continue reading