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OSHUN IN ORUN ( HEAVEN) Part 5

Love is the way that life forgets that it is terminal.

Love is life's alibi in the face of death

Peter Godwin: When a crocodile eats the sun:

A memoir of Africa.

                                                                                     

OSHUN

The great chamber is full. Everyone has travelled from far and wide to be here today. It is a great day. A day for celebration. It is a day she thought would never come to be. She has waited long for this day. Waited long for the male....the God standing next to her. Waited long for this child whom she holds in her arms. Wrapped in yellow silks spurn from the golden thread only found in the sky as is her birthright.

The child makes a contented sound as she snuggles closer to her mother's warm bosom. The scent of her child's innocence and youth swarms her senses....it pulls at her insides...it is a delightful surprising reaction to motherhood that she had not expected.

Oshun feels her heart swell with a joy she has never known. A joy she never thought she could ever feel.

Here in her arms is everything she was meant to do and be. This is the reason she is here.

She has always known she was special. Being the youngest female orisha and the most beautiful has never been enough. Saving the world by betraying her former lover Ogun was a mere stepping stone on the journey to fulfilling her destiny.

This child....this child will change every thing. She knows this. She has been shown this.

She turns to look at the great crowd of well wishers. Orishas fill the first rows of the thousands spread out below her.

Smiling at her is Onile, the owner of the earth. Beside him is Aganju, the father of Shango her husband, and also the father of volcanoes. There is the mighty Ogun, the recipient of her cunning standing strong and regal, Nana Bukulu, owner of the swamps who helped create mankind, Ayra tightly clothed in white, alert and on guard like the warrior he is, Iroko the orisha of seasons, clad in all the colors of nature. He is a blinding sight. Otin, the protector of animals surrounded by the spirits of his dead animals all ready to obey his slightest command. Aje Saluga harnesser of good luck and prosperity. Something they will need a lot of if their hard fought for peace did not continue. So many more fill the rows below her.

Behind them are all the other guests whose support she has sought and gained. Everyone here is an ally.

There are the Masalai, animal spirits who take humoniod forms, they are splendid in their attire. Some have gigantic coloured feathers in headpieces and attached to their clothes, some are dressed in fur covered gowns and suits, some in leather.

The Emeres, beautiful super strong children who travel between worlds at will, The Yumboses, silvered haired white dwarves who are fiecerly loyal but useless in a fight.

The Jengu, beautiful with their long dreads spilling down to their feet. Those dreads are supposedly as deadly as the sharpest axe or sword. The Jengus are known to be seductresses and she is sure she can use them to her advantage. No one more than she knows the enormity of power a true seductress can wield. It would be wise to keep them close.