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rhektor:
The mark ( àmì ohùn) on your Ajé (god of wealth) does not mean Àjẹ́ (witch) please check it again sir

zubike01:
Thanks for your response, on Oló-dú-ma- ré [Olo-run, Elédumare] meaning; Owner of the universe, supreme god. I am not concerned about the gender because nobody can perceive him. If you say Olodumare's gender is female and I say it is male we are both right because nobody knows the correct answer. This is fiction not a spiritual guide, so i decided to go by the male gender.

In regards to your argument about Yoruba's not celebrating Aje. The different types of Aje would be addressed as the story progresses, however Aje is just a spiritual energy which can be used for good or bad. Note that i didn't say they were celebrated, I only spoke about how Olodumare gave women the power of Aje to empower them. If you make someone a police man, is it not to serve and protect? But if the person ends up using his power for bad that's his choice.

Like you rightly said Oludomere doesn't interfere with the affairs of men i didn't dispute this fact. I stated it clearly that he didn't want to interfere with mans learning process but he puts certain things in place to assist them, I only listed them out.

Thanks for your criticism, use Omi TuTu to wash your head and recite your Oriki four times. Your Ori is good...Ashe

zubike01:
Please Note: This story is a rough draft of the THIRD NOVEL in the KASALA series. Enjoy it while you can because I will have to take it down a week after completion.

Urban Dictionary: Vengence
https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Vengence
verb. Justifiable force against one group violently discriminating against another group. A form of retaliation. An answering action to an act of aggretion. Not to be confused with revenge or an act of vengeance. Vengence is specifically an act of violence in response to an act of violence.

Summary
After Ogunshola Ignores Nike's plea to help face an old enemy his life goes to shit. He finally joins forces with Nike but the enemy is powerful, dangerous and deceitful.

Kasala Vengence would bring you into the dark world of ancient mysteries and show you the power of a trickster god. Read if you dare, read at your own peril but
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Olodumare is god almighty; it was he who created all things. Initially he had created humans to live with him in Orun, his heavenly abode, but was disappointed that they lacked experience. Thus he casted them down to earth to gain it. To aid their quest, he provided them with Orisha , lesser gods, to which he gave several aspects of himself to help protect and guide them. He also created Ajogun, malevolent spirits, whose roles are to present them with challenges and obstacles to overcome in order to help them learn, grow and gain experience.

Although Orisha’s are protectors and guards, they have human desires which could also be destructive if not well managed. So to create balance, Olodumare created Eshu, the god of the crossroads as both an Orisha and an Ajogun. It is Eshu that permits both bad and good to happen, he also guards against consequences. He is the god of choice, chance and luck but Eshu is cunny and full of tricks and temptations.

Olodumare decided he wouldn’t interface with the learning process of man, so she gave them Babalawo’s; priest with the power of divination to enable them know his will. He also gave women the power of AJe, witchcrafts that they could empower themselves. As benevolent mothers Aje’s protect their children and help create a balance to prevent the forces of good or evil from overcoming one another.
***
Left Right! Left Right! The commander echoed.
Nike marched slowly dragging her feet. The atmosphere was humid and the thumps of their boots erupted dust from the ground. Sweat dripped down her face and soaked her inner garments. Her eye brows were slanted upwards and her lips folded in a frown. She wasn’t in the mood for military drills.

“Nike, raise your feet up and swing your arms to shoulder level!” The commander spat out.
“I am not feeling strong today Sir!” Nike spat back in an arrogant manner.
If it was the Nike of old she would have insulted him and dammed the consequence, but ever since a curse was placed on her by her grandmother, she made conscious effort to be polite. After learning how to control her curse, she joined the military to use her power for good, which also taught her discipline and order.

The commander was angry, normally he would order her to give him fifty push ups but he was calm. He was aware of Nike’s ability and the damage she could do if provoked.

“If you are tired go and rest in my office.”
“Thank you Sir.”
Somehow she got enough strength to march on to the commander’s office. As she opened the door, she was struck by the cool air from the air condition, she threw herself on the couch to get ready for a nap. She noticed her boots had left trails of dust on the cement floor, it didn’t bother her.

The office was spacious, there was a rough brown desk that looked old and tarnished, it seemed like the commander had a pile of paper work to get to, due to the clusters of files on top. Trophies were mounted on the orange wall alongside a deer head with horns, as she rested her head, she felt relaxed.

Nike had gotten comfortable, she closed her eyes in hope to get some sleep, and the door creaked opened.
“Why did you sound so rude to me?” The commander requested in a soft tone trying hard to get an honest answer.
“I am very sorry, I am actually weak to be honest Sir.” Nike replied trying her best to sound as polite as possible.
“Since you came back from that mission in Oyo state, you’ve been different. I know you neutralized the threat but you didn’t give me details, was it that traumatic?”
“No Sir…” Nike gasped and continued “it was just very tasking and I feel it took a toll on my physical body.”
The commander took a good look at Nike, her once pretty face had been a mask of sadness since she returned, her body once voluptuous had reduced drastically by the day and it troubled him.
“Hope you have been eating well because you are losing weight.”
Nike tried to force a smile.
“Please Sir any news on Oju, the culprit I told you was instrumental in causing that catastrophe?”
“To be honest, I have pulled all my resources, I have even contacted people in the DSS but unfortunately there is no trace of him, it is as if he never existed.”

Nike was highly disappointed by his response but wasn’t surprise. Oju was a very powerful witch doctor and she was certain he had used a cloaking spell to hide himself from law enforcement. Oju was the cause of Nike’s pain, he was responsible for killing Tunde and she would stop at nothing to make him pay.

Nike loved Tunde in ways that were frightening, he wasn’t her ideal man but it was his wistfulness and his appetite for risk that attracted her to him beside the fact that he had been by her side and had assisted her in trying to break the curse. She felt she had helped him grow and losing him after everything was a wound so deep it didn’t heal easy.

“I think I need some time off.” Nike pleaded

The commander thought about it Nike was useless to him if she wasn’t at her best. She was his secret weapon. He remembered the first time she displayed her power when they were misinformed into an ambush by terrorists. She had unleashed her curse, Iku the spirit of death, and he witnessed the most disturbing form of mystical power. Series of gruesome accidents killed most of the terrorists, while the rest turned on themselves. Since then, he would send her first into attack to destabilize the enemy while the rest of the squad would simply waltz through and pick up the scraps.

“Please go, take as much time as you need, I have you covered.” He smiled
“Thank you Sir.” She said
A black uber taxi came to pick her and dropped her in a hotel.
The luxurious life Nike lead reminded her of Tunde and her sorrows deepened. She didn’t have to work or be in the army. Tunde had given her a share from an artefact he had stolen from a Lodge guarded by Ogunshola.

“Ogunshola!”
She thought out loud. He promised to call her but he never did, she remembered a kiss they shared when they were both drunk on godly lust, a side effect of gods who were lovers possessing their bodies. This brought a smile to her face.

Nike picked up her phone, scrolled through it, looked up his number and placed her finger on the dial button, when suddenly she hesitated.
They had started off as enemies but they had grown closer after circumstances had brought them together. Initially she thought he was a mindless brute because of the savagery and brutality he had exhibited while trying to recover the artifice Tunde had stolen. He was the guardian of the Lodge a secret society charged with protecting sacred artefacts of the Oshogbo kingdom and the Yoruba tribe. He could help because he knew spiritual things, he could advise her or at least take her to someone who could but she had tried his number repeatedly for several month but it never went through. She even dropped several text messages after which she gave up on his assistance a long time ago.
She twisted and turned in her bed and got up and walked to the fridge then grabbed a bottle of water. She emptied the cold liquid in her mouth and stood still.

“I wear a shirt of fire, she wears a shirt of blood and you that of rags. But all animals are of the same sort which kill and eat other animals. ARO META, The three legged stand that holds a cooking pot on top of fire, I accept to be the missing leg”.
She had heard this words from the mouths of both witches, so she waited for some sort of sign but nothing happened. She got angry.
“What sort of elder witches invite someone to join their coven and don’t tell the person how to contact them?” She hissed and slammed her fist on the drawer beside her bed.

She accepted her faith, Oju was long gone and the witches who would have helped her probably replaced her for taking too long to join their coven. She decided she would use this period to rest and overcome her grief.
***

Spiritual objects are symbols given mystical power at their creation. They represent a magical idea, entity, or relationship. The dialectal of the spirit being is not literal, but emblematic. Idols are the strongest of symbols as they are the embodiment of the divine. To the unknowing they are simple inanimate manmade objects but to the arcane they are brought to life by belief.

Ogunshola stood luggage in hand, he felt the cold metal feel of his necklace on his chest. At first glance it looked like a crucifix but on a closer look one would notice it was a silver double edged axe shaped pendant. The pendant was beautiful, it had one white bead between two red beads at the tip of the base, it also had stones embedded on each blade of the axe and arranged in the same colour order with the beads. He had bought it from a voodoo shop in America. When he indicated interest, the sales girl, a young Cuban lady began to tell him the numerous spiritual benefits.

Ogunshola, understood the significance of spiritual symbol, after all, he had served for several years as a guard to the Lodge due to his father’s delay to initiate him. His heart was delighted that he had been restored to the position of sponsor, he didn’t need to be actively involved in the protection of spiritual items, and all he had to do was donate money.

He had wondered if the sales a girl would believe him if he told her he once was possessed by Shango, the African god of thunder while on a protection details to prevent the original axe which the pendant was fashioned after from falling into the wrong hands. Definitely not he thought, and even if she did she would ask a lot of questions, which he was duty bound by secrecy not to answer. He smiled at this.
“What are you smiling at” Adeshola teased

“Nothing my dear just memories” Ogunshola said
Adeshola smiled and they continued walking together exiting the airport.
Ogunshola’s hand had found its way to his chest and was holding on to his pendant through his shirt. Silently he whispered melodiously as he nodded his head in veneration.

“Jakuta, hurler of stones, Oranfe, the store house of fire, Arira, the spirit of lightning, Oba Koso, The king that did not hang.”
“For Ifa’s sake, why are you are so obsessed with this pendant? Shango’s child!”
They giggled together.
“Those of us who were born deep into the Ifa religion thing are not obsessed like you.”


“Ogunshola” A matured voiced called out. “Akanni.” He paused. “My first and only male child, Jagunjagun ode Orun, the great warrior of the skies”
Adeshola rolled her eyes but quickly flashed a fake smile. She didn’t understand how to draw the line. This is a man who says she is too local because she adhered so much to tradition but here he was calling his son by his Oriki. Oriki’s are traditional spiritual praise names given to children by their parent to draw out innate virtues consistence with their family history and to describe the nature of their birth.

Ogunshola turned sideways to see his dad and his driver. He rushed towards him and gave him a hug.
“Welcome my son.”
“Thanks dad.” Ogunshola replied stretching forth his hand to shake his father.
“Good evening Sir” Adeshola on instinct had knelt down to greet her father-in-law.
Ogunshola’s father looked around trying to see if anyone was looking at them.
“Get up will you.” He replied then turned towards Ogunshola and shook his head.
Ogunshola pulled Adeshola and hugged her in a desperate attempt to console her. The driver carried their luggages and put it into the car. They got in and he zoomed off, it was a quiet trip.
The car stopped in front of a white painted duplex.
“So here you go.” Ogunshola’s dad handed him over the keys.
“Wow, this is the best after wedding present ever!”
Ogunshola’s dad hugged Adeshola “Our beautiful wife, please be rest assured that we love you.”
Adeshola smiled in response.
“Settle down and get some rest because tomorrow you start working for me.”

They went in and settled down and just before they went to sleep, Ogunshola swapped the UK sim card in his phone with his Nigerian sim and multiple text messages came in, but one caught his eye, it was from Nike.
PLEASE I CAN’T FIND TUNDE, I AM AFRAID OJU HAS DONE SOMETHING BAD TO HIM.
He gave it a quick glance and saw several others with similar contents but he ignored it, he wasn’t going to get involved with the spiritual anymore. Nike should face her own problems, after all he wasn’t duty bound to help her.


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