31/08/2025
🌜KU'KOO'S STORYTIME🌛
GODS ARE NOT TO BE BLAME
Once upon a time…
In the thick forests of Southern Nigeria, where the whisper of ancient spirits echoed through the rustling palms, there stood a village named Irinwo. It was a land blessed with fertile soil, bountiful rivers, and hunters who never returned empty-handed. Yet, beneath this seeming prosperity lay a shadow no one dared to speak of.
For every season of harvest, one child mysteriously vanished. Some said it was the work of the gods, angry at the greed of men. Others whispered of a hidden curse, one that began generations ago, when a king betrayed a sacred oath.
The people trembled, but they always pointed their fingers upward: “The gods are wicked! The gods demand blood!”
But fate, cunning as the python in the river reeds, had prepared an unexpected twist.
One moonless night, a young maiden named Oniyemi, known for her curiosity and fearless spirit, followed the trail of drums that only she seemed to hear. The rhythm led her deep into the forbidden grove, where sacrifices were once offered. There, she found not gods, but men.
Masked elders, the same who sat in council by day, danced around a fire, chanting incantations. At the center of their circle lay a bound child, trembling and weeping. Oniyemi gasped, but her voice caught in her throat. She had uncovered the truth: it was not the gods who demanded blood, it was the greed of men who clothed themselves in the fear of the divine.
THE GODS WERE INNOCENT.
When Oniyemi revealed what she had seen, the villagers were torn. Some refused to believe, clinging to fear. Others grew angry, realizing they had been deceived for years. At last, courage broke chains stronger than superstition. The elders were confronted, their masks stripped away, and their tyranny ended.
That year, no child disappeared. That year, the rains fell gently, the harvest was abundant, and the people learned the greatest truth of all:
MORAL LESSON:
The gods are not to blame for the ills of men, greed, deceit, and wickedness are born from human hearts.
Blaming the divine is easy, but true strength comes from questioning lies, confronting injustice, and taking responsibility.
✨ QUESTION FOR READERS:
Do you think fear of the unknown still blinds people today the way it did the villagers of Irinwo?
Share your thoughts, are we sometimes too quick to blame destiny or higher powers for what is truly within human control?
