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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

And this moment should Ogun not play with them for they know what he was capable of and neither shall he fight with them, for they are not ready to be massacred with his great iron hand.

For there were rightly sixteen chiefs in the kingdom called Ifa-ile and of the paramount chief was Ejitola, Ejitola Irene, son of Ogun, the blacksmith who as he speaks lightly strikes the hammer upon his anvil repeatedly.

Son of he who smashes up on iron implement and foreges it afresh into new form. Son of he who dances, as if to the drum music, while building the hollow bamboo poles used for blowing air upon the coal embers of fire in his smithy. The one who swells out like a toad as he operates the smithy's bellows.

And again shall he chant a salute to Ogun, the belligerent one. For he is gentle and the foremost chief of Ifa-ile.

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