She shot Dara a glare as she pulled Dave away. Dara smiled at her.
"You may hate me but I love you." Dara said in her mind.
"What will we do, because this is getting out of hand" Chief Awero spoke out, breaking the silence that had enveloped the throne room.
"It's really serious" "The native doctors have tried their best... nothing works. Medical doctors have also been called to examine him, they said there is nothing wrong with him ... Eh! This is hard." Iyalode concurred.
"So is this how we are going to lose a great king, gods of our land? Otun asked rhetorically.
"There will be a way, there will be a solution... we will just keep praying, the Oba(King) will get better." Balogun spoke hopefully.
"Ase(let it be so)" the rest of the chiefs chorused.
A servant ran inside and prostrated on the floor.
"Kabiyesiii"
"Have you delivered the message to the chief priestess" Otun who was now in the king's bedroom asked.
"Yes" the servant answered.
OhunIfa sat at a corner of the room exhausted.
He had been in the king's bedroom for five days.
"What's happening?" He asked in his thought.
He had prepared all herbal medications for the king to take but nothing had changed.
He had recited all incantations for good health, performed all sacrifices, still nothing had changed.
"What else?" He thought again.
"Otun, OhunIfa, is this how I will die ahh!" "I am still young, I am not an old man ...
I have not even lived up to the years my ancestors lived...
gods of our land, what is my offence? Where have I erred?" "Ahh!" The Oba lamented in pain.
"I see death, two hideous creatures in place are by the door... I know death is looming over me, is this how I will die?
gods of our land, I ask again, is this how I will die?"
"Romoke, have you heard?" A maiden going to the river...
Esther Ezekiel
Inspired by the Holy Spirit.