Agbo ile was a beautiful land and despite its many troubles it was rich . . .rich and diverse !
And its people notwithstanding these difficulties and quandaries were happy more often than not, deriving joy from various activities.
They often joked about their travails, they sang and danced (the most outwardly dances). They had many passions but their greatest source of joy was in the Boolu game !
The people had found their greatest passion in this sport that had quickly become a unifying factor for the entire land irrespective of the different clans and as their passion grew so also did the talent, giving these happy people something to look forward to. The game needed management and the people turned to Amaju one of their fiercest warriors who had an obvious love for the game
Amaju they cried, help us turn transform our passion into world-wide domination. We have the talent . . .we have the desire . . .all we need is the right guidance . . .your guidance !
Amaju Smiled as he looked out to the people. He was proud, and why not ? Was he not one of the fiercest warriors in the land ? Still he truly loved the sport so he accepted to help them actualize their dreams.
But alas ! Chris the Giant ! the Ambassador ! A decimator of many, an estranged prince of the land who also lay claim to the leadership of the Boolu game stood against him.
It was his prize he felt, his birthright. He felt he had been cheated and he would die and bleed and take everyone down with him in an attempt to gain control of the game.
Chris had the backing of the Inspector while Amaju was endorsed by the White man.
And so a titanic struggle ensued. A fierce battle raged between the 2 formidable foes for the control of the Boolu game.
Beneath the rubble left by their scuffle the people of Agbo ile suffered ! Their land was in ruins ! The battling behemoths were leaving a wake of destruction in their path !
The children in diaspora who had erstwhile been considering retuning home turned their backs and committed to foreign lands. The talent grown within the land withered and fizzled into oblivion.
Alex the gunner, Kelechi the citizen all the young talent would no longer be able to showcase this talent to the world. The praise singers of the game, the merchants and bloggers , the Boolu scribes who all made a living heralding the game fell into penury !
Yet the 2 warriors turned a blind eye to the very game they loved and swore to protect and continued in their show of shame. . . .the gleam of personal ratification so obviously burning in their eye
There were no more smiles in Agbo ile . . .