Aduloge bent down as he dug out another yam, examining the tuber closely to see if it was suitable for presentation at the Yam Festival. He was quite content with his plan to circumvent Eguologo, but was at the same time trepidatious. Can a man wrestle with a god and win?

He was mulling over this when Okumale staggered into the garden.

“Enoku has taken Akuela ooo, “ he sobbed.

Aduloge dropped the yam and interlaced his fingers over his head. What he feared had happened. Quietly, he picked an axe and headed straight for Ologo, the sacred ancestral tree.

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