All the men Baba Lakoku had sent throughout the village to search for any dead bodies had returned without any news in that regard.
He more than the others was perplexed... the whole city looked to him for answers, he needed them more.
"I'll be back!" He said leaving the whole town in the blue. He headed straight for the shrine of Iyeri Ireti close to the Iyeri river named after her... He would spend the night there. No one could leave for their houses. Sunset came and this time there were no screams... Just a song.
The song that was only sung when the chief priest passed on to immortality... Baba Lakoku had gone. He left the town at a time when he was most needed... The song came from it's usual place. Asake's hut. 2 voices sang sonorously. It was much beautiful than it usually was.
Baale had one choice... It was time to determine who the next Baba Lakoku was... and they needed Asake
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Ariwo
Historical FictionThe sunsets with a loud shout and the death of a damsel each day. The chief priest dies. what next for this small village?
