Victory for Sacrifice 

Oranmiyan with his victory had not gone back to Ifa-ile with his warriors alone. He had returned home with the news of a triumphant victory and behind him and his warriors were troops of the remaining armies of Efon, who remained bonded in their captivity.

Certainly, many had fallen dead among the armies of Efon. Yet, not a single soldier among the armies of Efon who was alive was able to escape being a captive.

Not even Okiki-osupa was a difference as even her, walked with her wrist and ankles bonded with shackles that were fastened to her necks as it became a struggle for each one of them to walk comfortably.

If any of the captive decided for an escape would compel his own death as such was the case of one who braced his leg faster even in his bind escaped, headed straight for the forest.

Oranmiyan who remained steady in his position nodded his head for a sign to which one of his warriors cocked his musket and fired straight at him.

Anything that moved from him this moment would be his spirit lifting itself away from his body as his breath ceased immediately, and he collapsed on his face to the ground.

A continuous laughter busted out from the lips of Oranmiyan which infected the rest of his warriors as each one of them smited the captives with the sound of their horrible sneer.

Perhaps any of them would want to escape again was the word Oranmiyan threw at them as he walked slowly to Okiki-osupa, and graced the beauty of her face again.

Definitely, Oranmiyan had not taken any step without a quick peep on the face of Okiki-osupa whom he couldn't be happier is now in his jurisdiction to do and undo.

This one, I have a plan was always his word each time he wore his boldness to grace on her face, eye to eye, and even when Okiki-osupa mustered the courage to spit on his face, he had not stopped.

Perhaps with only this had Okiki-osupa fallen more in love with Oranmiyan that she lingered for him to come back to grace her face even as she would prove she was irritated by the closeness of his face to her face, she would always spit on him.

Definitely, what ensued in her thought was the fact that Oranmiyan was able to defeat her father, even as it broke her heart that her father now rest with his ancestors, it could not be ignored that Oranmiyan was man enough and potent enough to rule as she began to dream herself the future queen of ifa-ile.

The instant Oranmiyan and his men, walked proudly in the street of Ifa-ile had every villager, followed them closely even to the palace to which this victory must be celebrated.

As it were, that Ifa-ile did not only bring home their enemies as their slaves, Ifa-ile was now a bigger kingdom with Efon now incorporated as part of the Kingdom of Ifa-ile.

At the palace Osabiegun jumped to his feet the instant he beheld the face of his son who had made him proud.

Not only was Osabiegun delighted to welcome Oranmiyan into the palace as a conqueror, he had also been delighted to see the troops of slaves that followed closely behind the warriors of Ifa-ile.

Oranmiyan who graced the face of his father with total happiness fell down on his face to which he bid his homage to Osabiegun and the instant he did this had everyone who followed behind him also fell on their faces and the word, bless the king they uttered at once.

At this moment Osabiegun walked among them as they remained laid on the ground; with his horsetail whisk he gently touched on the head of Oranmiyan and Balogun and few others of the rest of the warriors.

Even if Osabiegun had been blind, he would not yet fail to recognize Okiki-osupa, the only daughter of his potent enemy who had remained with her head bowed down and to which her hairstyle gave away.

Gently, as she knelt, Osabiegun raised her head slowly with even his horsetail whisk and as he succeeded in satisfying his curiosity he busted into a loud and long laughter to which every chief and elder present had not also hesitated to express their sneer.

Osabiegun seeing them bonded with shackles fastened to their necks expanded his cheek for a smile yet again which made him nod his head, and a word to which praised Oranmiyan again he gently said.

The royal bard who had not even waited for Osabiegun to fasten his buttock onto the throne of his father and the throne of his father's father began with a eulogy in a song and yet a question which asked if a lion would give birth to a fowl?

In his eulogy which he sang as his vein struggled with his neck likened Osabiegun again with an eagle which soared into the highest sky of victory and also a lion as he remained the king of all.

In the same strength as according to him had Oranmiyan taken after his father, and even as a cub had proven to be able to rule on the throne of his father and in this way should Ifa-ile rejoice in their unwavering happiness.

The villagers of Ifa-ile who witnessed from near and a few from a distance had not hesitated to gossip within themselves about the event that took place at the palace and the motive to which Oranmiyan brought along with the armies of Efon, the only princess of Efon.

While some claimed the knowledge of Oranmiyan's interest in Okiki-osupa, others debunked their claim and called it a blatant lie for it has never happened for the prince to have a one on one dialogue with a commoner except for only ceremonial functions where the royals would do a thing or more to appreciate their villagers.

Quickly as the royal bard was done and as he had hoped to begin with another stanza of his song, his hope was cut short even as the royal drummers had made themselves present to which they will begin to drum.

Osabiegun who suddenly raised his hands up and an order to which the royal bard immediately complied, asked Oranmiyan what they should do to the slaves he brought from battle?

The chiefs and elders who had not failed to express their shock asked Osabiegun what he meant by his word as one of the chiefs noted if slaves are not meant to serve them and the people of Ifa-ile?

His word which the rest of the chiefs and elders instantly backed up had not shaken a leaf not to talk about moving a mountain as Osabiegun even so, waited for the response of Oranmiyan.

In the words of Oranmiyan which backed up the words of the chiefs and elders to which he answered. The only reason he had brought the armies of Efon to Ifa-ile was a deterrent lesson to others who would want to look down on ifa-ile and do to ifa-ile as they pleased. That, it shall remain a history, the armies of Efon became slaves to Ifa-ile as a result of the battle they drew themselves.

Even so, had Oranmiyan quickly added an exception in the issue that surrounded Okiki-osupa though as a daughter of Oluborode he would love to make his future queen.

Oranmiyan's words which irritated the ears of the chiefs and elders caused them to exclaim their disgust to which he intended to make Okiki-osupa his future queen.

Osabiegun, who had not believed what he heard commanded Oranmiyan to repeat his words again and as Oranmiyan opened his mouth, his own words failed him as everything he heard was total silence.

If a Lizard can mate with a lion was the question of Osabiegun to Oranmiyan which now killed the conquering silence, and caused all the chiefs and elders a sudden solace.

That, what ear would hear this nonsense and not feel disappointed, If a whole prince of the most powerful kingdom fell in love with a slave of Ifa-ile was the word of Osabiegun.

But, if Osabiegun had more words to say, he had already been interrupted by Oranmiyan who really noted his interest in Okiki-osupa and if warfare had not been a way for them to be together would have been his wish.

Another sudden exclamation was the reaction of one of the chiefs which was backed up by another elder as they wondered if indeed it was Oranmiyan spitting this gibberish right from his mouth?

Osabiegun who now became irate with the words of Oranmiyan had not even waited any further as the royal guards which he now commanded, took to his order with immediate response and every of the captives they threw into the dungeon.

Even as Okiki-osupa was dragged right on the ground by the shackles to which was fastened to her neck, Oranmiyan knelt before his father and wailed for pardon just over the interest of his heart.