Chronicles of Iyale ookan

Our relief lasted for only some fleeting seconds as Adamu's disappearance loomed ominously,we were now burdened with the realization that the first 48hours in a missing person's case is very crucial.We knew we had to move at falcon's speed in order to bring Adamu home. Scores of concerned neighbours and sympathizer had besieged our compound, leading the pack was Mrs Adubi, we were beyond shocked at the speed of light with which that news had travelled considering the fact that Mrs Adubi had relocated to the Island two weeks prior to Adamu's disappearance . Initially when she (and her theatrics) arrived we were genuinely touched given that she and Adamu were quite cordial when she lived in our compound but as her wailings got louder we began to get concerned more like disturbed by her mourning which was more than the bereaved. Racing against time we instantly inaugurated an ad-hoc committee "Bring back our Adamu" dedicated to finding Adamu and it was no

Prologue  This story happened a long time ago, It's a story about cageyness, caution, moderation, patience and perhaps prudence. Once upon a time, probably in the time of Olugbon and Aresa, there lived a great hunter named Soun Adamu in a relatively peaceful estate named Binukonu. Soun Adamu enjoyed hunting expedition and was well loved by all the citizens of Binukonu until he started listening to  the whispers of Esu laalu.  Hmm... Esu laalu the  purveyor of general disaster who carried gangan drum into town. As Esu laalu's whispers got louder, it slowly left Adamu's ears and migrated to his head, before we knew it, Soun Adamu was plagued with Okanjuwa (greed). Greed being the worst form of illness led Adamu like the folklore elephant who wanted to be king into the trap covered with mat... 🎶A mu erin joba.. ewekuewele... 🎶(we want to crown the elephant). HOLD UP!!!  Let's switch this up.  The modern adaptation.  OK!  Let's flip the timing of this