Brinda

Prince Adigun

The large sized man sat atop his horse majestically, smiling eerily and bobbing his head in subtle motion as he danced to the war cries and songs from his Yoruba people. They chanted and wailed in sonorous tones, while bare chested women made their way before him with their eyes laid into the earth and their spirits unable to look the fearsome warrior and Prince in the face.

"Adigun Akikanju... Oba Awon Kiniun!"

"Adigun Akikanju... Oba Awon Oba"

"Adigun Afejewe... Oba Ogun... Oba Iku.. Oba Arun... Ogbori Elemosho!"

Their words cradled his ego and his heat leapt with nothing but happiness while he maintained a thin smile and an acceptance of the naked and beautiful Nigerian women dancing before him. It was all he could ask for, after all, he was doing their bidding and waging war against kingdoms so they could continue to expand.

The melodies slowly ground to a halt and a rather staunch and serious air blew across the plains. He sat in silence and admired the lush of green lands before him, tainted by what he saw to be nothing but dead men. Their sight was no doubt in hundreds and even thousands. Their weapons looked just as formidable as his, and they meant business of death just as he did.

He leapt off of his horse and patted the white beast on the snout. He would have use of her but not in the moment. He wanted to have some fun with whatever was about to come his way, before he would ride his men to victory as he always did. More so, the horse was his most prized battle beast, and he saw no need to wear her tired over what he assumed to be fleas he could take care of within an hour or less.

One of his generals came running over and the Prince watched him go on a knee immediately.

"Sola", the Prince called out. "What causes you to stir up so much sweat as this?"

Sola, the tribal-marked man who had no less than six on each cheeks cleared his throat and replied, "The men refused to don their war gears, my King. They are of the opinion you do not have yours on and as such, they do not need theirs either".

The black Prince stood tall before General Sola, looked down at the man whose options at war always coincided with being safe and being smart. It was what made him a respected member of the King's cabinet, and yet, his opinions and decisions did not often sit with the King.

"Prince Adigun", General Sola called out again. "Please mandate them to have their gears on. The King of Brinda bears no mercy with his blade and he has no desire to surrender as we clearly can see".

Prince Adigun wore a straight expression on his face, stretched a little and then looked down at General Sola in his full combat gear; the gold trimmed combat suit and the large shield at his feet was no doubt of great value to the safety of everyone about to put their lives on the line. However, Prince Adigun wasn't so convinced what General Sola wanted would work.

"Let the men die as they choose, General Sola. Let every man be a judge and jury of how he leaves this earth if the time has come", Prince Adigun said.

Arms spread apart, a loud sigh escaping his lips, Prince Adigun summoned his most loyal servant over with a wave of his hand.

"Get me my sword, Suraj!" he commanded.

A rather petite framed man with long curly hair resting down his shoulders and towards his back came running over. He stopped before General Sola and bowed in respect before handing the large sword which weighed far heavier than what an ordinary soldier would fancy to go to war with, over to Prince Adigun.

Prince Adigun smiled at the man bearing somewhat lighter skin color to his and muttered, "Does this make you uncomfortable?"

Suraj looked over to the incoming threat which was not more a hundred yards away from where they were and replied, "Every kingdom must expand. The King of Brinda is a stubborn man who would rather see the world end than allow you take over".