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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

As the rise of the sun waited and the growth of light began what shone forth for the day to dawn. Oranmiyan had become awakened as he had fallen asleep even at the shore of the river.

That when he was yet making love to the woman he found yet at the shore had a sleeping spell be casted on him and he knew not how the lady reappeared as the Eldest Witch; with her wrinkled skin and odour like a rotten dead rat, and her tattered attire, and as she rubs her hand at first against her stomach, she rubbed it as well against Oranmiyan's stomach.

This instant she rendered her short wicked cackle and disappeared into their realm, among the rest of the witches. And in their laughter and sneer did they first welcome the Eldest Witch and congratulate her for her achievement in setting Ifa-ile on the part to ruin.

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