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
Of white-robed goblins1… Continue reading

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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
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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

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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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