LOGINI'll tell the tales of war,
The sad tiny detailsI'll tell the thrills of warThe long chilly nightsI'll tell the gloominess of warThe thought that keeps runningI'll tell the hate of warThe deadness it leaves behindI'll tell of the turmoils of warThe hate it givesThis and many more spilled the old men as they told tales to the children who sat at their feet listening to what the men had to say of war.The war had come and gone and for many days that followed it, the town of Ilu Igbasaye still wore a long face and women still sat at the front porch of their houses wearing sack-cloths. There was tears and weeping. Some regretted ever setting foot in the town, while others wished they never saw that day.The king of Ilu Igbasaye had beckoned on the people to keep calm and he tried giving words of comfort to the people, maybe, just maybe it would help out...Like birds we set out not having a nameWe fly with our homes in our headsMaybe tomorrow is a fallacy we tell ourselvesAnd maybe yesterday was inevitableBut this we know, that war is a necessity for peaceAnd with freedom comes a priceLet's brace for impactWould have been a good call from the godsBut maybe the gods themselves loved to give suspense to their worshippersBut we will thrive after thisWe will come out strongNo pain, no gainWe remember?The painful thing is just that, many had to die for us to liveLet's not let their sacrifices be in vainAnd with these words, the people went home feeling a little lifted.At Mr Okin's residence, his son and wife had been asked to remain indoors, while the king had out guards there after what happened during the war."If this town is to be saved and have a better tomorrow, then the wellbeing of this child and his mother is paramount to us" that was what the king of Ilu Igbasaye had to say.Words from the author"War leave us with scarsScars that take time to heal upIf at all they do healBut in the long run, we decide how we want to healMaybe be killed or learn to live with itWar isn't a choiceIts like a written script from men whoPeace is a delusion toBut we thrive and survive it's outcome "I'll tell the tales of war, The sad tiny detailsI'll tell the thrills of warThe long chilly nights I'll tell the gloominess of warThe thought that keeps running I'll tell the hate of warThe deadness it leaves behind I'll tell of the turmoils of warThe hate it givesThis and many more spilled the old men as they told tales to the children who sat at their feet listening to what the men had to say of war.The war had come and gone and for many days that followed it, the town of Ilu Igbasaye still wore a long face and women still sat at the front porch of their houses wearing sack-cloths. There was tears and weeping. Some regretted ever setting foot in the town, while others wished they never saw that day.The king of Ilu Igbasaye had beckoned on the people to keep calm and he tried giving words of comfort to the people, maybe, just maybe it would help out...Like b
The evening breeze was cool, blowing gently across roof-tops and with it, whistling sounds like that of many hhiset congregating for yet another funeral was all Sade could feel as she sat near the window of her room looking so morose. One could rightly say she's just as sad as the noise the breeze was making. Sade a native of Ponle village, was the daughter of Jagunmolu of Ponle. She was an only child and therefore a prized possession of her parents, so much that they caged her daily in her room and seldomnly let out. Ponle a much larger town with such a vast land that it's inhabitants kept doubting if their king even knows the status of some places under him.The news of the birth of Kolawole had gotten to Ponle and this was through Sade. Sade who has been known for quite sometime now as a mage had told the priest of Ponle of the arrival of a rival. Kolawole's birth meant trouble for the kingdom of Ponle as the kingdom had always had an adva
Chapter two tells of the birth of Kolawole. Don't forget to read, vote and comment.Thank you once again for reading. Ilu Igbasaye has been in existence for as long as the oldest man in their village could tell. The man kept telling the tales of how his father's father came into the town and met people already inhabiting the town. So, no one knows exactly when Ilu Igbasaye came into existence. On reaching home from their visit to the river goddess, Mr Okin who was already famished had asked his wife to go cook him a decent meal. He asked how long the meal would take and decided to take a hike to his best friend's house. Olododo (the truth sayer in English) was Mr Okin's best friend from childhood. On reaching his house, he was greeted by many other elders and the looks on their faces told alot."What's going on" demanded Mr Okin No one seemed to care to answer him, it was as if he had asked
Chapter One - AfterNightThe hissing sound of the snake along the bushy path altered the running of the horses as they were galloping down the road to the river. In shock and what seemed like a reflex, they neighed and soon their fore limbs were high up throwing down their riders who then had no choice than to start asking questions as to what could have made the horses behave the way they did.As they turned facing themselves, they found something stranger, it was as if the day had suddenly turned into night. The Sun suddenly became darker and darker and soon they were in total darkness. "What's going on? One of the men asked in fear. Before he could get an answer, they started seeing torches lit up in the far darkness and it seemed to be getting closer. Still miles away, they saw what they could only assume an army of invaders on horses marching towards the river.The river was what separated the forest in which they w