The Legend of the Ogìsös #1: Prologue

It all began April, the month of the rains, 500AD, in a kingdom blessed with both beauty and bravery, an empire walled around with the very flames that consumes flames, the walls that will never be penetratable.
It’s people were vast in nature and so were they in population. They had distinct handworks and most of them traders and farmers, merchants and soapfolks. A bliss it was in and the soothing environment for kings to do business and rule perfectly.
The empire spanned 1,355,360 sq km from its very *centre* and still expanded yet. The lands had its rich grace as it swells with bountiful greens and woods all around the empire in the very same pride that the empire itself sat upon.
The population of this empire spanned from 2,305,520 born citizens, 350,051 other citizens and 500,504 visitors from every works of lives, from every nooks and cranies of the world.
Its warriors were extravagant and their weilded weapons said a lot about the countless battles it had been to and the spoily blood stains that greased their edge.
The Chiefs were more than brilliant and active socially and otherwise.
The Queen ofcourse, her elegance reached the sun above and flared over the universe it gave light to. Her beauty was exclusive, desirable by all those called “kings” and even the thought of her dazzling eyes would keep a dead drunkard in his right mind.
Her beauty was said to be legendary and so compared to Adæze and Adæosè, the goddesses of the sea and beauty.

The king himself a mighty man in all good and best, a man crowned with the spears of success and pierced by the helmet of victory at every battle. He was the most festive and the most important man in the land. He was the people’s father, the king, their lord.

This story I tell you is the story of a kingdom that was and will always be, the empire that remains forever in the hearts of those whose spirits are re-incarnated, the story of the great Bini kingdom.

It all begins with a man named after his ancestors, Ojierhan (a mysterious wood), who practically stumbles on a land far staked into the heart of Africa. He begins his journey to find his bearing and thus, he will reveal to us the historical events that took place and never happened.

This is the tale of the Ogisos, kings born to rule, given valor to subjucate and given powers beyond human imaginations (as is seen in the historical account of the great king Ovorahme who couldn’t die by foreign weapons, but had to be exiled forever. Some say he died in exile, but the truth will be revealed by Ojierhan).