The Day of the Gods and the Hunter Prince (Episode 2)

 EPISODE 2: the people of Ogba in grand style celebrates the Year of the gods after every ten years. This year’s celebration is about becoming bloody…!

Welcome to Ogba land…

Eke market days the day of the gods and the Hunter Prince

Waiting for Adaugo

Waiting under the small tree that has lots of shed, I waited for Adaugo to come around.

Adaugo is one pretty young lady in my village that everyone craves for.

At the sight of Adaugo the guard of a young man becomes weak.

She is so beautiful that she is so endowed with both upper and lower chambers.


Well, as a well-mannered young man, I am not distracted by what I see.

I am only wooing her because I think I’m in love with her.

On her way to the stream I was able to stop her. I tried telling her how I feel about her but she told me to my face that she can’t be in a relationship with me because I was just a mere hunter.

Those words were touching. Though, this is not the first time she has turned my proposal down.

Telling me that I am not of her class instead a mere hunter got me angry.

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As a result of that, I decided never to marry from my community and also prayed that the gods would give me money.

I want to prove to those who thought that I can’t become useful wrong.

I will show them someday that I am Ijele, the true son of Dinta Anunegbe, the great grandson of Ichie Anaele the great wrestler.

A Night in the Forest

Before I could come out to the village, it was already dark and further movement might be dangerous.

I decided to make a bed there in the forest. I slept with my eyes closed and my ears wide open.

It is my very first time as a hunter to sleep in the forest.

While the running around of crickets and other small animals caused me sleepless nights, I had no other option than to roast the game I caught during the day.

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The next morning which was Eke market day, and also the last day in grandmother’s tale of the year of the gods, I prepared to go home.

While I was already parking, I started hearing screams.

This time around the ‘cry for help‘ was very close that I ran very fast to avoid the repetition of what happened in the previous Eke market days.

On reaching the same scene, behold a man wanting to stab a young lady.

Quickly I held his hands and the fight started.

While I held him on the ground with my legs tied against his body and lower arms against his neck, he died out of suffocation.

I killed him.

The supposed victim thanked me so much for saving her life and told me how her father will reward me immensely for saving her.

I was still in shock that instead of animals, I now killed my fellow human being.

I led the girl back home without uttering any word to her.

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On reaching her home, then I came to realise that she was the Princess of Ndielu.

After all the introduction and explanations of what had happened, the king so much thanked me and gave me lots of gifts to go home with.

At the Village Square

The year of the gods usually ended with lots of celebrations.

My village and Ndielu gathered before the giant Ahagu tree to celebrate the feast.

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Both kings of the two kingdoms were in good terms and our people loved one another.

The Chief Priest of Ndielu who is recognised as the most powerful Native Doctor in the area stood out in the crowd.

His voice is so loud that he never needed any assist from any mass communicating device.

He said “Today, the two kingdoms of Ndielu and Ogba have gathered to celebrate the year of the gods’ ‘.

“This year is usually celebrated every ten years and within the first three Eke market days in the second month of the year”.

“By the way, this year’s celebration would have been a bloody one if not for an urgent intervention”.

The whole community was filled with shock as to why the Chief Priest is talking like that. 

“What could be the meaning of what he is saying?” People wondered.

The Ndielu Chief Priest continued “The past two Eke market days, abominations happened. Two virgins were murdered.”

“This happened in the boundary between Ndielu and Ogba”

Another shock arose again and this just struck my head.

The blood that was spilled at the boundary between my village and Ndielu. So it was actually the blood of virgins declared missing in the past Eke market days.

“What could be the reason for all these killings?” I wondered.

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The Chief Priest said “the communities are lucky that the third sacrifice was not made yesterday”.

“A great son of Ogba stopped the last abomination from taking place. If he was not there, the gods would have descended on us their wrath and also, Ndielu would have lost the only child of the royal family, Princess Olaedo”.

It was now clear to everyone the reason for the town crier’s message.

It now balled down to me that I was the hero everyone was talking about.

I saved the Princess and was able to stop the abomination that was about befalling our kingdom.

Right before everyone, the King of Ndielu invited me to his throne beside my village king.

I was made to marry the beautiful Princess whom I saved from her murderer.

She accepted to marry me and there and then, marriage took place.

I ended up marrying the Princess of Ndielu. And because the king had no other child, I became the hair to the throne of Ndielu.

Adaugo felt sorry for herself but it’s clear we were not made for one another.

The death of the murderer brought peace in our land and averted whatever anger the gods had in-stock for our communities.

Even though I am now a Prince and husband to a Princess, I never stopped hunting.

That gave me the name, ‘THE HUNTER PRINCE”.



This story, name of places and characters involved are the pure product of Saviosantos imagination. Please disregard every form of familiarity because it was a clash of coincidence.

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