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Long before the contemporary times, in the olden days of Africa, every male child born at dusk were used for sacrifice to appeal the witches. Although this act met resistance from the villagers who begged and sought-after salvation from the oppressive tradition of child sacrifice, nonetheless, the practise continued for centuries upon centuries until one very day, when King Oranmiyan, who was unable to produce a male offspring, became fortunate to bear his very first and last Prince. Even though the prince was born at dusk, everything changed when he failed to offer his son's life as a sacrifice as the culture had demanded. The witches grew angry and chaos began.

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The Sorcerer's King: ways of the witches

With the prevailing noises that conquered the palace, Osukapo spoke to her feet to walk her, and her eyes to peep into the palace from the entrance leading into her chamber and such was Okiki-osupa who had taken to peeping in the same manner only to satisfy her curiosity.

If only she had not seen the celebration in the palace and not indeed searched for Oranmiyan, whom he now found with the princess of Ilupeju and with the way the princess had looked unto him had been nothing but admiration, maybe she would not have fallen into her sadness.

The longer she stared, the more her emotions rode on her face and the question: if Oranmiyan had not betrayed her trust she continued to ask herself even out of the blue.

Though her eyes could no longer endure what she saw, she had indeed remained there to watch every activity that happened and with tears in her eyes, she had continued to call the name of Oranmiyan in her lowest voice beneath her tongue.

Sadness of Okiki-osupa, Before the Priest.