Chapter Fourty

Could Lanroye have betrayed us all? Were the gods also taken captive as I was? Helpless as I was as sacrilegious practices were experimented on their bodies. My three wives, Orunmilla the basket of wisdom, Olokun the sea king, Obatala also named Orisha nla (the arch divinity); 

Creator forbids...The boy Shettima’s revelation chilled me to the depths of my bones even as I danced as if nothing was amiss.

Lanroye’s eternal grudge has been held against me for slaying his twin thousands of years ago but it was with Ogun of Ire I held bitter rivalry since my ascension as Orisha.

My fame as a mortal increased more as an Orisha, a large portion of Ogun’s warriors began to take me as their patron god, the war god was not happy to share, unlike the rest of the Orishas he saw me for who I was, power hungry, spoilt and vain. I threw parties in my brass palace in the sky, broke protocols by mingling with the mortals during festivals, womanized goddesse