WRATH OF THE DIVINE: ACT ONE SCENE FOUR

 


(The council of elders has gathered at the palace, awaiting the return of Oba Adesina from his confrontation at the Oluwo's house. They are murmuring among themselves, visibly uneasy and disturbed by the recent events involving the Oluwo and the king.)


Otun: (adjusting his agbada and the chieftaincy beads around his neck) What is all this I’ve been hearing on my way here? (He looks visibly embarrassed.) What exactly is happening between the Oluwo and Kabiyesi? (He sits down, clearly troubled.)


Balogun: (sighing heavily) This is nothing short of an abomination… For the king to take the Oluwo’s daughter as his wife in this village—it is unacceptable. Yet, Kabiyesi refused to heed our counsel. (He shakes his head in dismay.)


Iyalode: (with a mix of surprise and frustration) Balogun, Otun, did you not warn Kabiyesi of the consequences? (Her tone is sharp, yet laced with concern.)


(Their conversation carries a strange blend of mockery and seriousness. Suddenly, Oba Adesina enters the palace, walking with an air of defiance. He ignores the greetings of his chiefs and takes his seat. A heavy silence falls over the room as the elders exchange uneasy glances, unsure of who should speak first.)


Otun: (hesitantly) Kabiyesi… (He is abruptly cut off by the king before he can finish.)


Oba Adesina: (coldly) What is it you wish to say? You’ve all heard of the disrespect I endured from the Oluwo. I have given the order for his execution. 


All: (in unison, shocked) Haaaa!!! Kabiyesi! (They exclaim in horror.) Ewo orisa! 


Oba Adesina: (firmly) Yes, you elders should know this: Oba ba lori oun gbogbo—the king has authority over all things. (His voice is commanding, leaving no room for dissent.)


Iyalode: (sternly, rising to her feet) Ahh, Kabiyesi! In the land of Kese, the king does not have authority over the Oluwo’s child. Cease this self-praise, lest we bring a curse upon ourselves and the people of Kese! (Her words are bold and unyielding.)


Oba Adesina: (angrily pointing his cowtail at her) Lenu e, Iyalode! From this moment, you are no longer my chief. (In defiance, she removes her chieftaincy beads and storms out of the palace. Oba Adesina rises, issues a final warning to the remaining chiefs, and exits the room. The chiefs, stunned and fearful, bite their fingers in dismay and leave the palace one by one.)


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