It suffices that the Elder perished here than the Elder was captured here. We divined for the Chief also known as Down who sleeps in a basket as his leg obstructs the street, he was the patron of the tortoise that cultivates the sky and the son of a belch. It happened that he eavesdropped and learnt that his wife who tied a hundred wrappers but none reached her knees was seeing the marabou that owns a well but baths with spittle... The Moon was their witness. Down was irritated but Ifa warned him of limitations.
So he went to consult his alter ego under the river that just flows and to hunt an alibi where neither the Sun nor the Moon penetrates, it was so dark and eerily silent, you could only hear yourself meditate and maybe Oluweri would counsel you... Oluweri kept a pet, Dark Secrets.
Then he went to the house he built with cotton wool but his wife had absconded. She should have left her head behind, he paid for it. The moon giggled outside where he ate Cayenne pepper and invoked Sango who sent flames to consume the lovers and veiled the sky.
He raised his head and shoulders and levitated, he would surprise the lunatic Moon, teach it to mock, kick it around... He mused as he rose. The World watched. As he peaked the highest mountain, the clouds shifted and he beheld the immensity of the Moon. He was upset. The moon stared him down as he grabbed the clouds futilely and fell because they were slippery... He remembered the Oracle and promised not to fall the way he was, he pronounced the mantra for transfiguration and became a Downpour. So the Chief also known as Down fell on the World.

This story tho....

Anger and pride
Two things that can reduce or detroy a man in a jiffy

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