The Legend Of Dayo…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 5: THE ONE
Prince Temidayo David Dayo entered the bedroom.
He had just taken a bath, and he had a piece of cloth tied around his waist. He paused in the doorway and looked on the bed. There was a set of clothes on the bed. It consisted of a pair of black trousers and a beautiful black top that had white braids across the chest, across the shoulders, and down the sides.
Beside them were the two wonderful short swords of King Demitayo Oliseh, the first swords the Creator crafted, the Swords of Destiny. His boots, given him by Commander Prosper Freeman, were cleaned and at the foot of the bed.
He looked at Nneka Okez, who was standing on the other side of the bed, dressed in a fetching lemon green dress that also had embroidered hems and lacy designs at the tips of the elbow-length arms. Her hair was tied into a ponytail with the same material.
“Where from those clothes?” Temi asked, intrigued. “They’re indeed beautiful.”
She smiled shyly at him.
“I made them for you,” she said softly, and his eyes widened with surprise.
“You made them?”
“Yes, Temi,” she said with a giggle. “Don’t be too surprised. My mother was a designer. She taught me. I was making clothes for myself and Moshood.”
“They’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he moved forward and dropped the little cloth around his waist, rendering himself naked.
“Oh, Temi!” Nneka said weakly. “You shouldn’t be showing yourself naked like that now!”
He smiled beautifully at her.
“I know,” he said tenderly. “But soon, you and I will see each other’s nakedness on a regular basis. I’m just starting early.”[stextbox id=”alert” caption=”WARNING”]Exclusive Content to http://www.aaron-ansah-agyeman.com Do not copy or share on any other site. Do not share on any WhatsApp, Facebook or Social Media page. ONLY SHARE THE LINKS TO THE STORY[/stextbox]
She flushed with sudden embarrassment and looked down to hide her shyness. A moment later, she looked up and saw him putting on his undergarments. He slipped on the trousers, and then he pulled the top over his head and down his chest.
Nneka Okez moved then, picking up the boots and moving toward him. He stood still and watched her come. She dropped the boots, and then she reached out and gently pulled the white strings that formed a window on his chest, closing up space on his chest.
Gently, she pushed him on the chest, and he sat down on the bed. She then knelt beside him and pulled the socks out of the boots. She slid one up his right foot, and the other on the left. Breathing gently, she put the boots on his feet and tied the laces.
Nneka then put her hands on his thighs and looked up at him with adoration on her face, and as he looked down at her he smiled tenderly, for he had never seen a more beautiful sight.
“You’re a fine man, my prince,” Nneka whispered.
“And you, Nek, are a sight without compare,” he said and watched the radiant smile that crossed her beautiful face, rendering it even more ethereal. They kept looking at each other, and then their moment of magic with time standing still was shattered by a scream from outside.
“Where are you, woman?” came Prosper Freeman’s voice, strong and stringent. “Come out here at once!”
Nneka got to her feet, immediately, a look of frantic fear crossing her face. Temi stood up and slipped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
“It is time, my Lord,” she said softly.
“It is time,” Temi said.
He picked up the Swords of Destiny and slung down behind him in their X-shaped scabbards, and then he walked calmly toward the door and went outside where an agitated Prosper Freeman was waiting with Walexman Olawale and Mickey King.
Their faces were stunned when they saw him, and they just stared and could not speak as he walked slowly toward them.
It was Temi, and yet it wasn’t him.
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He was not the bumbling, reckless young man he had been the last time they saw him. As he walked, he appeared taller, fuller, firmer, and there was nothing awkward about him.
His footsteps were sure, confident and princely. His head was held up proudly, royally, and every inch a real leader.
“My Lord!” Prosper Freeman whispered quaveringly, his expression filled with wonder and uncertainty. “Is that you, Temi?”
“Ah, my Commander,” Temidayo said and stopped. “Indeed, it is me.”
And at the sound of his familiar voice, Walexman and Mickey King screamed with absolute happiness and flew at him, smashing into him so that the three of them dropped to the ground, laughing and shouting.
Prosper Freeman could not move. Tears welled up in his eyes and slowly spilled down his face, and he put up a trembling hand and wiped his face.
He knew he was looking at a King, the true leader of Dayo, the redeemer they had been promised for so long.
“The Swords of Destiny,” he whispered quaveringly. “He’s…the One!”
They rode into The Haven in the late afternoon.
Walexman and Mickey rode in front, followed by Prosper Freeman and Nneka Okez.
And Temi, riding a black horse, was the last.
The inhabitants of The Haven saw him, and each person who beheld him gasped, and stopped whatever activity they were involved in. Some followed slowly, whilst others hurried off to relay the shocking news.
The Warriors had just finished training, but most of them were on the training grounds inside the barracks, either taking refreshments or chatting. Daniel Godwin was sitting on a bale of straw with Ziloux Escobar Adeyeye and Rose Amaefule, sipping cold orange juice from a cup, when Keeper Emma Tobi emerged at the entrance and hurried over toward them, almost running, obviously agitated greatly.
“And what’s gotten into that old man?” Escobar asked with a chuckle as he bit into an apple and chewed noisily. “Looks ready to poop some timbers.”
“Stop your tomfoolery, Zil,” Daniel said as he put his cup down.
He looked at the approaching Keeper warily. They were in the last week of the month, and as the Seer had prophesied there were only a couple of days left, and then he would be declared the heir of the Dayo throne, and the unopposed leader.
However, as he watched the Keeper approaching, Daniel Godwin felt a momentary stab of concern, but he kept his composure and remained cool. Rose Amaefule popped a blackberry into her mouth and looked from Daniel to the obviously flustered Keeper.
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Emma Tobi stopped in front of Daniel Godwin, and he was breathing hard. There was sweat all over his face, and he was breathing hard. His eyes held an expression of fear as he gasped for breath.
“Calm down, Keeper,” Daniel said softly.
“He-he-he’s b-b-b-b-back!” the Keeper spluttered, his face filled with fear and uncertainty. “You h-ha-ha-have t-to en-en-end this n-n-n-now!”
“Take your time, Emma, please,” Daniel said softly. “I don’t understand a word of what you’re trying to say.”
Keeper Emma Tobi took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then he closed his eyes briefly, opened them, and then spoke more calmly.
“I went to see Ayaka Nsugbe about holding a final meeting to confirm you the prince of Dayo, and the Chosen One because you needed to be accorded that respect. When we came out of his house…we saw Prosper Freeman and…”
“Yes?” Daniel prompted, getting impatient.
“Temidayo was with him,” the Keeper said, his voice low and now holding a tinge of fear.
The bowl of berries dropped from Rose’s hands and crashed on the floor as she uttered a strangled cry and turned burning eyes on Daniel.
“Shit!” Ziloux shouted and jumped to his feet. “You fucking liar! Temidayo is dead! Chewed to shit by the fucking White Kombas! He’s fucking dead, do you hear me? We –”
“Belt it up, Zil!” Daniel roared fiercely as he jumped to his feet and suddenly grabbed Emma Tobi around the throat. “Are you shitting me?”
Emma’s eyes flashed furiously as he pointed toward the exit. By now a lot of the warriors had gathered around to watch the unfolding spectacle.[stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]
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