Interesting read!
Ọjadịlị’s death has always been a mystery.
Sometimes I wish that my grandmother had had the time to tell us Ojadili the great wrestler’s tragic story from the point of view of Ogbu-Ojah, his legendary flutist. For this Oti-nkpu it was who once he wetted his pursed lips, hunched his shoulders in a crouch (as ‘ndi ogbu ojah’ are won’t to do), will unleash an intoxicating melody that buoyed his master’s spirit, wakening in massive convulsive ripples the most tired, injured or atrophied muscle and sinews. It was said that even birds paused in mid-flight upon hearing this tune, several dropping right out of the sky to their utter astonishment. It was also said that it tended to rain birds (not cats and dogs), whenever Ogbu-Ojah let loose his;
Ojadili!!
Ngolo di golo di gongongo!!!
Ojadili!!
Ngolo di golo di gongongo!!!
Ojadili!!
Ngolo di golo di gongongo!!!
So it was little wonder that Ojadili soon ran out…
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