FOR PART ONE CLICK HERE. PART TWO HERE. PART THREE HERE. PART FOUR HERE. PART FIVE HERE. PART SIX HERE. PART SEVEN HERE.
PART EIGHT – In the months since Ozidi had slain all of his father’s killers he had grown more and more cocksure. He still hungered for combat and took offense at every perceived slight as a reason to battle and defeat whoever he pleased.
The people of Orua and Ado began deserting the area, preferring wild living in the jungle to living in fear of arousing the former hero Ozidi’s wrath in some unpredictable way. Even Ozidi’s sorceress grandmother Oreame was growing disillusioned with him.
Oreame was weary of having to restrain Ozidi from attacking his unfit Uncle King Temugedege’s subjects. She had returned to regularly reading oracles for anyone requesting it.
One day Engbesibeoru, the Scrotum God (Divine embodiment of scrotal elephantiasis. I’m not joking.) noticed that Ado had become all but deserted. Asking the jungle dwellers about this, he learned about Ozidi’s hubris following the success of his revenge quest. Continue reading
PART SIX – Corresponding with the one-day hiatus from the story tellers and singers performing the Ozidi Epic, our hero has been sleeping after slaying Badoba. Tall Badoba was the latest of his father’s killers to meet their end at the hands of Ozidi the Younger. Only the leader of the murderers remained – Ofe. 
Our hero’s mother Orea and his sorceress grandmother Oreame fed him breakfast until he was full. Then it was time once again to go into action, so Ozidi reached down his throat and pulled out of his mouth his sword made of lightning, his battle clothing, his musicians and attendants plus his spear and other weapons. He pulled out his monkey and lizard, too.
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