In Ogunta and all of Oduduwaland, the people had begun to lose hope once again on the return of Wale and the Oduduwa warriors. In his dreams, the chief priest of Ogunta had had the revelations several times that all was not well with Wale and the Oduduwa warriors, and his spirit had become restless.
This particular evening, the chief priest fell into a deep trance in his shrine as he sat legs crossed in meditation, in anticipation of a clearer vision about Wale and the Oduduwa warriors. In the vision, he sat alone in a tent pitched in a desert; it was a big desert, no one was seen around, only the grains of sand kept him company. As he sat on a wooden chair in a very pensive mood, his head hung down, a sudden breeze came, it bellowed through the ragged curtain of the entrance. The chief p
