As the clouds journeyed faster through the sky, the night was quickly drawing near. Thunder and lightning rumbled and stroke more violently while the wind blew faster and faster. The lighting of the whole kingdom went off. Although, he had so much missed the Moon for several nights, Wale knew that the rain, the storm, owned this moment. Surrounded by his new warriors, new army, he went down on his knees, raised his head up and tears drowned his face; he cried out loud, the rain, the storm, and all of nature heard the call, and they responded. The heavy downpour soaked them all, even to their bones. And Wale knew it was “now or never”.
“Let’s move!” He commanded.
Like a fold of armed sheep, the ninety-nine Oduduwa warriors and the reborn Ita guards and warriors followed Wale in the big
