Arrogance of Destiny Ep.6 By XBX

ARROGANCE OF DESTINY

EPISODE 6
EZOMO OF BINI PALACE, BINI KINGDOM

C. 1512
It was sunny, a market day and the roads were lonely. Idubor walked with a smile, alone with his thought on the walk to Esohe’s dwelling place.

They both looked for their lost soul in order to define who they are, and their place in the general scheme of things; this is a sad journey to undertake; but they find happiness in each other, along the way.

She had said nobody loved her; she was a slave of the Ezomo of Bini(the general of the army) Her birth place had been to the far east. She was taken so long ago when she was small; she remembered nothing of her roots.

She felt an empty husk where her home and happiness were before; a hollow darkness that haunted her per seconds; mostly when her present shelter felt like prison; which it was, technically.

Idubor’s birth place was here, yet he felt he was not accepted in his home; it is more painful when your own people that are by nature to accept you, rejects you. It felt like those outside his clan have the right to hate him. Seeing Esohe under the cherry tree that day couldn’t be anything less of the work of Osanobua (God).

A tune the best musicians of the kingdom played in the last Igue festival played in his head as he strolled. The scent of frying foods in the market square reached him. But none comforted him like seeing her did.

As Esohe saw him, she shifted her sitting position where she was pounding okros with a flat wooden bowl and hourglass-shaped small pestle. Idubor tickled her from behind.

“Hey hey hey…. Don’t disturb me oooh. You came for training, go… and keep those big fingers to yourself,” she said. Idubor usually went for martial training in her place.

“This is what I hate about you ooo. You are always frowning and frowning. Okay, what has happened now that you are as angry as Ogun the god of iron?” Idubor fired back.

“Okay now, I cannot be angry again… come to think of it, when last did you come to see me? I see you with Akpoka training in the sandy courtyard, with long knives and spears, all shirtless. But did you talk to me? No, brother…” Idubor hugged her. He was so big, he enveloped her.

“Now, leave me alone, I’m still angry at you,” she was saying, but finding a way to wrap her hands around him. He freed some space and she hugged him back.
She was also not alone.

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