The Legend Of Dayo…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE LEGEND OF DAYO

FINAL SEASON:

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THE REDEMPTION

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CHAPTER 18

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Temi looked at his uncle grimly.

“I have learned, in quite a short period and with the bitterest of lessons, not to trust the words of any man,” he said coldly. “Today, I saw you slay your own son, and I’m seeing you making utterances of goodwill to me. But, many years ago, you were just like your son, so forgive me if I don’t trust your words so much, Uncle.”

Igwe nodded softly.

“And I expect nothing less from you, son,” he said as he pulled out a log chair and sat down. “But I do admire you exceedingly, and I admire your forthrightness and inner strength. You’re still a mere child, but you’re indeed a matured king already.

Let me assure you, my son, that my mind was stolen by that vile Leke Olugbade Bally, and all the evil I wreaked were by his devilish machinations. I found peace here when he finally left me alone and

concentrated on my Anubi. I mean you no harm, David Temidayo. Instead, I’m very proud of you, son of my beloved brother.”

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He stood up then and walked toward Temi, and then he suddenly dropped down on one knee in front of him and bowed his head in a gesture of absolute humility.

“Forgive me, my son, for the ills of my ilk and kin that made you have such a painful childhood. I’m heartbroken that we allowed that evil entity to destroy our beloved Dayo.”

“I’m not worthy of your bended knees, Uncle,” Temi said passionately as he held Igwe’s arm and dragged him up. “In truth, I’m of your ilk and kin too. I’ll benefit more by your experience, than by any ill-feeling. I do assure you that if you’re of a changed and good heart, you will find an obedient and humble son in me. If, however, you’re thinking of evil, you will find a murderer in me, for I will not hesitate to spill your blood if it is of a traitorous kind.”

Tears filled Igwe’s eyes as he embraced his nephew tightly.

“You have spoken like a king, and that indeed pleases my heart for I know Dayo is now in good hands. Thank you, Temi,” he said with passion. “Allow me then, to journey with you to The Desolates. Let my anguish and shame be washed away by the fact that I undertook this journey of redemption with you to bring Dayo back from the doldrums of desolation to the golden glory days.”

“I would have no other cherished company than yours, Uncle,” Temi said with a gentle smile.

When they parted Igwe smiled.

“Now, excuse me, my son,” he said gently. “I’ll go say my farewells to my friends and family here, for I feel this is a journey that will end the rest of my breath. Let me have a drink with them, and share a plate with them. Maybe, even part the thighs of a woman for a final time.”

Temi smiled and nodded.

“I thought you were in mourning, Uncle,” he said softly. “That, indeed, contradicts the splendid slushing of a sweet otu, doesn’t it?”

“I mourned whilst I was on my knees, my son,” he said. “Now I make merry. Will you join us?”

“No, I want to wait,” he said softly. “I will wait for her.”

Igwe raised his eyebrows.

“Rose, the daughter of Rosalinda of the Tortors? Heard you hated her,” he stated.

“I did,” Temi said painfully. “She caused me the lives of a brother, a beloved and an unborn son. I wished her death of a hideous kind. But, she has saved my life twice already, and although I want to hold on to hate, I find my silly heart beating another kind of rhythm for her. It scares me sore, Papa.”

“You would not have died today, son,” Igwe said. “It was not the time for you.”

“But she didn’t know that, and I didn’t know that,” Temi said softly. “She put her life on the line for me at a moment she thought I was going to be killed, and she did not hesitate. And for that, I owe her no hatred.”

“Spoken like a real king,” Igwe said. “I toast you, son. Indeed, there’s an adage that says no heart loves better than a heart that hated once and lives again for love.”

“Ah, vexation of the soul, if you ask me,” Temi said softly. “Love being akin to hate and vice versa. It is a cup I would have loved to depart from me. But, when I see her throat, I no longer wish to slit it. When I see her breasts, I no longer want to pass a sword between them. Her lips, ah, they drive me insane sometimes, for I want to kiss them sore most times. If this is my burden, it scares me, and so I’ve tried to put her at a distance, and ignore her. My mind wishes her gone, wishes her far. But this stupid heart wishes her near, to hold, cherish and adore. It does drive a man out of his wits!”

Igwe chuckled and put a hand on Temi’s shoulder.

“Love is madness, son,” he said softly. “And the true one is madness of a sweet kind. I believe it has found you, but let’s wait a spell, and see it for what it is. But, if it is love that twists your heart so, then hate not yourself, for the Scrolls states categorically that the mates of Dayan kings, the loves that makes Queens finally, are fixed and set by the Creator.

So, if indeed the Creator has crossed your heart with that of the siren descendant, there is no way you can fight it. No matter who you love, no matter who you choose, your heart will never be at rest until it embraces the real one the Creator has crossed your heart with.”
Temi scowled and looked at his uncle with desolation.

“I loved a girl, an earthling, called Neji Helen,” he said calmly. “Truth is, I do believe I still love her. I loved a woman, Nneka Okez in another way, and she was going to bear me a son, and be my queen. Rose I hated! So don’t tell me about the crossing of hearts!”

“I will always tell you about the crossing of hearts, my son,” Igwe said calmly. “The Oracles do state it. You can meet a hundred Nejis, a million Nnekas, but if they’re not the ones the Creator has crossed your hearts with, it will always unravel.”

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“Don’t be cruel, uncle!” Temi said harshly. “Are you saying that Roselyn, a girl filled with deceit, a woman I hated sore, is the one my heart is crossed with?”
“Ah, I have said no such thing, my son!” Igwe said with a chuckle. “You’re the one despising the agonies of your pining heart, and I’m telling you that from the moment you were born, your partner was also created by the Creator, and you two would eventually cross paths no matter where you tread.”

“And if Rose is not the one created for me, what happens next?” Temi asked desperately.

“Then the blue strings of your heart would unknot for her, and wait for the real one created for you. That one you would love, and desire no other.”

Temi turned from his uncle and stared out of the window with his arms crossed. He did not know whether to be happy or sad by the fact that maybe Roselyn was the woman his heart had been crossed with.

“I’ll let someone bring you some food and wine,” Peter said with a small laugh.

“Food, yes, for I hunger,” Temi said. “Wine, no, not for now. Water will do fine.”

“And so you shall have, my son,” Igwe said and walked out without closing the main door.

***

It was an area of The White Lands called The Mists.

It was aptly named because it was filled almost completely by an impenetrable foggy mist. This area was a thick swirling mist that seemed exotic and heavy because it was laced with a most appealing fragrance. It was not a whitish mist, but bluish with tiny sparkles that made it look particularly beautiful at night.

And, below the mist, was a huge blue lake surrounded by thick trees!

The lake was serene enough, but all around its edge were the macabre leftover of bones…human bones! The major bones visible were the human skulls that littered the banks of the lake.

Also littering the banks of this horrible lake were the mangled parts of wooden vessels that had tried to cross the lake.

And, within this lake, were many pairs of yellowish eyes that looked significantly feline. Shapes could be seen moving through this lake, beautiful female shapes that glittered with indescribable beauty.

As they moved through this gigantic lake, they sang sexually-laced songs, and sighing of a sexual nature could be heard, deep groans and soft exhalations, a mixture of lullabies and sexually intoxicating moans that were heady and irresistible to the male human ear!

And it was on this lake that Leke Olugbade Bally’s long, shroud-like body descended, cutting through the mists and hovering gently on the water. His arms were crossed across his chest, and his eyes glowed a horrible amber. Gliding slightly above him was the red-eyed demon, Adiekwuo Eusebia Somtoo.

The huge pool seemed to be agitated as the dangerous sirens slithered menacingly through its depths, sighing their sexual ecstasy and singing their revolting lust.

“You lot better hush up and bring your Queen here,” Leke Olugbade Bally growled evilly, and the sirens hushed up almost instantly.

Suddenly, they rose up all around Leke Bally, their eyes now laser-like shots of blue that zigzagged across the pool and all around the evil being.

Slowly, from the depths of the water, a huge majestic throne emerged, and draped in its rich folds was a very beautiful siren. She was not blue, but a glorious human-like dark beauty, the type of look achieved by a siren that had successfully lived among humans.

She was wearing a beautiful blue robe that stopped short of her hips and shoulders, giving her a very incredible look that immediately induced lust. Her eyes, entirely blue, stared calmly at Leke Bally as she squirmed in her seat.

“And what brings the Landwalker to our midst this day?” she asked in a soft voice that nevertheless was laced with hidden malevolence.

“I need you, Rosalinda of the Tortus,” Leke Olugbade Bally said calmly.

She rolled her eyes at him.

“You? Needing help from me?” she hissed.

“I don’t need your help,” Leke Bally said disdainfully. “But I need you. There is a matter of grave importance that threaten our lives. Not only me but of all spiritual beings both within and without the White Lands, you included, Rose.”

Rosalinda raised her eyebrows again.

“You speak as if the Great Purge has started!” she cooed, almost with derisive disdain.

“It has,” Leke Olugbade Bally said. “Like you, I thought it was a thing of fiction, the whisperings of drunkards called prophets. But, alas, events I have witnessed myself have confirmed that indeed, the Great Purge of the spirits is dawning on us.”

“Hogwash!” Rosalinda said with a giggle this time. “Don’t tell me the great Leke Bally Olugbade believes in a fairy tale too. What does the Oracle say? That there comes a day when a boy who never nursed from the breasts of a woman, and raised of a foreign land will pass through from the entrance of the White Lands on his way to The Desolates, accompanied by a damsel of the line of sirens, and wage a final war with spirits of the darkness in The Ashes, supported by a multitude of Dayan Kings, and purge Ashes of all spirits that had evil intents? Surely, you don’t believe that, do you?”

“His name is Temidayo David Dayo, a spawn of King Demi, whom you tried to kill on your sojourn on the earth!” Leke said softly. “He never nursed at the breasts of his mother because he was taken away when he was a baby and raised secretly on earth. So yes, he never nursed at his mother’s breasts, and he was raised in a foreign land! Earth!”

Rosalinda hissed fiercely and sat up straight, all the careful baiting missing from her face.

“You lie!” she hissed. “What do you want from me? What do you want to achieve with such a lie?”

“I have no need for you anywhere, Rosalinda of the Tortus!” Leke Olugbade said disdainfully. “Both of us have tried, in various capacities, to wield the Dayan Power but failed. Well, this prince that travels here was buried by your sister Cruella, but he was saved by the same sorcerer Jhon Moziz who killed your earthly body in Dayo, Rosalinda!”

“And this prince of yours who has been prophesied to be the catalyst for this purge, you say he walks on these lands?”

“Yes, he entered and arrived at Brown Rocks successfully among the living prisoners of Dayo! And early this day he slew The Ogre of the Stream!”

The blue sirens began to wail, obviously distressed, but Rosalinda threw out a hand, quite angry.

“Silence, you imbeciles!” she cried, and silence reigned.

She turned fierce eyes on Leke Olugbade Bally.

“Even if he is the One, the Great Destroyer of spirit beings, surely this cannot be the appointed time! The Oracles spoke about him moving with a damsel of the line of sirens! That is an absurd fallacy because I know all sirens and their movements, and none of them will ever move with a living man!”

“Oh, you fickle-brain little female, your stupidity irks me sore!” Leke Olugbade Bally growled, and thick black smoke emerged from his ears and nostrils. “It didn’t speak of a living siren, but a line of sirens! He moves with Rose Amaefule, only daughter of Rosalinda of the Tortors and Odesola Kehinde, your husband when you lived among the humans!

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Yes, Rosalinda of the Tortus, your daughter is coming this way again…and she is with a Dayan prince who is going to be the catalyst to the ancient Great Purge in the Oracles! Yes, Rosalinda, your daughter comes with the man she loves. You must k

ill the Dayan Prince when he gets here with your daughter!”