The King who made his laws work

• One of the stories my late grandfather, Tenibiaje (Ganmu Ganmu o se lu

  oju ibembe), told me while growing up in Okemesi Ekiti was that of a

  King, whose laws were never flouted even by the animals in his

  kingdom.

  My grandfather narrated how in his bid to stop a particular robber

  that terrorised his kingdom between the hours of 10am and 12 midnight,

  the King banned movement of his subjects and animals from 8pm to 6am.

  Penalty for flouting this rule was death, yes death!

  To enforce this law, the King ordered the Oluode (head of hunters) to

  place his men in strategic locations in the community and that anyone

  seen moving round the town one minute after 8pm should be brought to

  him for public execution within 24 hours.

  Alas! The second week that the law became effective, the King’s only

  son, who just saw his girlfriend off to her residence was caught at

  8:05pm.

  “Eemo ree oo! This is a serious problem. Ori Ade, the crown prince!

  Ipa taa pa ogberi, a o ni se bee pa omo awo (you don’t punish the

  initiates like the non-initiates),” the hunters told themselves.

  The hunters who arrested the prince quietly took him to the palace so

  that the town’s people won’t know.

  When they got to the palace, they told the King that  his son was seen

  moving around the streets of Oja Oba at some minutes past 8pm and that

  they chose to escort him to the palace so that he won’t be seen by the

  people.

  To the amazement of the hunters, who ostensibly had expected the King

  to thank them, he was livid. He was angry and he exclaimed; “why did

  you bring him here untied? Why did you not tie his hands and legs as

  demanded by the law?”

  The hunters looked at themselves, none except Odewale could talk. He

  said “Kabiyesi, omo ola ni, a ni ka ma f’ori ola yile ni gbagede ni

  (He is a Prince and we felt he must not be disrespected).”

  The King shouted, “tie him and take him to the prison. By 1pm

  tomorrow, take him to Idi Ogun (Ogun shrine) and behead him in the

  presence of the town’s people!”

  Terrified and shocked, the hunters reluctantly moved to tie the

  prince, thinking that the the King was just joking. But the King’s

  last words confirmed his seriousness.

  “Meet me at Idi Ogun at 1pm tomorrow. Osan pon ganrin ganrin oba

  makin… Ogun maa mu eje omo alaigboran – The blood of this one who

  flouted my law will be sacrificed to Ogun at noon.”

  Before dawn, news had spread that the King’s only son was going to be

  beheaded at the shrine of Ogun Lakaaye Osinmole at 1pm. Those at home

  sent messages to the ones in the farmsteads. Even the birds gathered

  in the sky waiting to see the unprecedented.

  By 12 noon, Idi Ogun was already filled by the town’s people, with all

  of them wearing the looks of “I must use my two eyes to see the King

  behead his only son.”

  As the town’s people were gathering at Idi Ogun, the Chiefs and elders

  of the town were in the palace, pleading with the King to temper

  justice with mercy.

  Oloye Otun was the one who spoke, he said “Kabiyesi, it is the Crown

  Prince that we are talking about here, not just anyone. Omo Oba, Oba

  naa ni, a o gbodo se idajo eru f’omo (a prince is not different from a

  king and we must not judge a freeborn like a slave).

  As Oloye Otun was talking, the King was only closing his eyes and

  opening them occasionally. Suddenly, he stood, looked up and down,

  then faced the palace entrance door.

  Shout of Kabiyesi oooo, Kabiyesi ooooo rented the air as the King

  appeared at Idi Ogun with the chiefs and elders following him.

  In less than ten minutes, Abenilori (executioner) arrived with his

  two-faced sword shining like lightening. He moved towards the King,

  acted like he was seeking his permission and the King just nodded.

  Before the twinkling of an eye, the Prince’s head was separated from

  his body and wailings enveloped the whole community.

  Then, the King rose, cleared his throat and said; “now that the first

  offender of my first law has been punished accordingly, I will be

  waiting for the second offender.”

  Of course, there was never a second offender and no first to the

  King’s subsequent laws.

  Last night, I saw my grandfather in my dream and he said I should

  narrate this story to a certain Muhammadu Buhari who lives inside a

  rock in Abuja and those urging him on. But who am I to be looking for

  any Muhammadu Buhari ti ngbe ibi gegele okuta?

  Anyway, if you see that Tyrant of Daura, tell him that a King can only

  make his laws work if they are applied to his closes allies.

  Lere Olayinka writes from Number 1, Irunmale Avenue, Oke Agbonna, Okemesi Ekit