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15 January | Sacred Readings v1

V. THE ÚBO WARS.

The years slid by
Unnoted while King Ógun2 reigned. The World
Was young: upon the craggy slopes the trees
Shot forth red buds, and ancient Ífè, gaunt
With suffering, dreamed again her early dreams.
Taught by the Gods, the folk began to learn
The arts of Heaven’s peace anew; the drum
Returned to measures of the dance, and Great
Orísha saw the joy of life… Continue reading

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14 January | Sacred Readings v1

IV. THE SACRIFICE OF MÓRIMI.

Then doubt
Seized Mórimi but still she answered; “Will Gods
Not give? Is the grim World a morning market
Where they drive bargains with the folk they made?
Are babes as bangles which Obálufon
Fashions to barter?” But Édi answered her:
“But once Arámfè spoke to Odudúwa,
And with what heavy hearts the Gods went forth
From Heaven’s valleys to the blackness! Now thrice,1… Continue reading

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13 January | Sacred Readings v1

IV. THE SACRIFICE OF MÓRIMI.

Silently in the night
Came Édi, the Perverter, the smooth of tongue,
Who with his guileful reasoning compels
To conscious sin: “The forms of messengers
Reveal the thoughts of Ífa, and the ears
Of Ífa, the God-Messenger, have heard
The far-off, thundrous voice. Would you hold back?
Is not the birth of Nations the first law
Arámfè gave? Can any wife withstand
His will… Continue reading

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12 January | Sacred Readings v1

IV. THE SACRIFICE OF MÓRIMI.

“Okpéllè,
To you the woe of Mórimi is known;
You only can reveal its secret cause,
Its unknown cure!” Then he laid down the charm
And Óffun Kánran stood before them. The face
Of Ífa’s priest was troubled, and he said:
“Mórimi, this is the message of my lord
Ífa: a son, nay many sons, you long for.
You have a daughter, and your… Continue reading

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11 January | Sacred Readings v1

III. THE WAR OF THE GODS.

No day’s brief work have you undone,
But all my heart has longed for through a life
Of labour. So let it be: God of Soft Iron!
Upon your royal brow descends this day
The crown of a diminished chieftaincy,
With the sweet honours of a king in name—
For I go back to Old Arámfè’s hills
And the calm realm you prate… Continue reading

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10 January | Sacred Readings v1

III. THE WAR OF THE GODS.

But neither Ógun
Nor the soft voices of the night could loose
Odúwa from the thrall of envy: the rule
Of men and empire were of no account
When the hot thought of Old Arámfè’s lore
Roused his black ire anew. The bag he held;
But all the faithless years had not revealed
Its promised treasures. Bitterly he answered:

“These many years… Continue reading

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09 January | Sacred Readings v1

III. THE WAR OF THE GODS.

Tis said the anger of the Gods
Endured two hundred years: we know the priest
Osányi made strange amulets for all
The mortal soldiers of the Gods—one charm
Could turn a spear aside, a second robbed
The wounding sword of all its sting, another
Made one so terrible that a full score
Must flee—but not one word of the great deeds,
Of hopes… Continue reading

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08 January | Sacred Readings v1

III. THE WAR OF THE GODS.

Dawn came; the storm
Was gone, and Old Arámfè in his grief
Departed on black clouds. But still the wrath,
But still the anger of his sons endured,
And in the dripping forests and the marshes
The rebel Gods fought on—while in the clouds
Afar Arámfè reasoned with himself:
“I spoke in thunders, and my deluge filled
The marshes that Ojúmu dried;—but still… Continue reading