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Between earth and non-earth

(c) Ireti

The stories I'm writing tonight are stories we were told as children. On the radio, from the mouths of big
kids and grownups. The adults and big children were told the stories by even older adults before we
children were born. Stories and tales have always existed and always will. Passing it on is the duty of
every generation.

I try my best to tell the stories as accurately as I was told them. However, I can only guarantee this to the
extent that my memory does not deceive me. I'll say one thing beforehand: they may differ from the
original narratives because I'm sharpening them and, in the hope that I'm up to the task, I'll start now.

The following is the story of Kadoko that I heard on a radio show when I was not even 13 years old. We
sat around the radio in the dark of night and Shakabila or Atupa were in the immediate vicinity. And in
order not to have to sit in complete darkness, the moon lit up the night on some nights. We were never
completely alone.
I still remember that night when the Kadoko story was being told - the tale went on for several weeks -
thinking about Heaven's Gate and how to unlock it to enter. My idea of Heaven's Gate and the unlocking
was not the same as the gate featured in the story, I'll tell the former before I write about the Kadoko
story anyway.

I lay on a mat and looked up at the sky, I looked away again, closed my eyes and a fence appeared in
front of me and behind the transparent fence was a bald man; there was black hair on the left side of the
head. The right side of the head also had black hair, but the middle was bald and shiny. He had two
round little eyes, right where a human's eye sockets were. He pushed his mouth forward as if he wanted
to pronounce the German O sound. He clapped his hands as he said the spell and nudged the clear fence
with one foot, his right. With that, the gates of heaven were unlocked and I could go in if I wanted to. But
I didn't go because I was so scared that maybe I could be caught on the other side and I wouldn't be able
to get back into my body like that. My fear was so great that I felt a flush of warmth under my skin as the
Kadoko story brought that memory back to me.

I didn't fully open my eyes yet. Even if I didn't enter the unlocked gate of heaven, I still allowed myself to
look in sideways with my head stretched out. I couldn't see anything left or right, or should I say I don't
remember what I was doing
had seen. When I looked up I saw white clouds. It was a huge ball of clouds, the end of which I had a
hard time imagining. The bald-headed man disappeared into the clouds and ascended into heaven,
saying the following saying to open the gates of heaven:
Oun ti a ba wi fun Ogbo l'Ogbo ngbo. Oun ti a ba wi fun Ogba l'Ogba ngba. Emi ni mo ni kokoro ilekun aiye oun
orun lowo. Mo ni ti mba ti pe o, ni ki o je mi. Sisisi ni mo ni ki o si. Iwo ilekun orun, oya si!
In order to gain access to the Kadoko world, the entrant needed a special water to wash their face with.
Then he had to go in backwards and cast a special spell. The Kadoko world is a transitional world,
between earth and non-earth. The way the story went, we couldn't see this world with our ordinary eyes,
but we could see its harvest. The world was inhabited by people whom the Kadoko world creator had
kidnapped and turned into a zombie, physically unharmed. The Kadoko world creator is said to have
lived in a village called Kajola in Kwara State. He lurked on the outskirts of the village for his prey. He
kidnapped the victims, put them in a defenseless state and when they woke up, they were already
transformed into a zombie. Every two weeks he kidnapped people, so that he had enough laborers for
his empire. He made sure that the prey was alone, or at most in twos. He leaped in front of her,
overpowered her, and as soon as he grabbed his prey with the spell, she was instantly defenseless. He
led them to the gate of his kingdom and washed their faces with the special water. When the victims
regained consciousness, they found themselves in the Kadoko world.

On that fateful day, a victim was on his way to the farm when the Kadoko world-maker jumped in front of him and overpowered him. The victim did not surrender defenseless. But the attacker must have possessed a special power, because suddenly his

victim could no longer defend himself. It followed him. It didn't really want to follow him, but quickly realized that any resistance was futile. He stopped at a roadside and gave his victim a cup of water. The victim took her and drank. He washed the victim's

face. Instantly, the victim came back to himself, only what he saw defied all human understanding. It saw people who were considered lost or missing in the village or who were declared dead. They were still alive. But they had no other life than toiling

here on the Kadoko farm. He used them as working animals. This victim was no different. It saw people crying and working at the same time. There was no small amount of work to be done. When the Kadoko world maker showed up, he wasted no time

showing work to his new victim. He gave it a machete and showed it where to work. It started to work. At work, he would not stop observing his new world. And so it understood why, even when people were hungry, they didn't stop working. They could

only cry, implying hunger, but were programmed by the spell to keep working. It had happened several times before that their creator came to the Kadoko world too late to serve them lunch. Many wished for death. One could wish for anything, except

that such wishes were only fulfilled if they had been fulfilled in real life. Even longing for their own death could not happen, because if they had not been kidnapped, they would still have been alive. And in real life, such a death wish would not have been

fulfilled without killing yourself. You had to know how to actively help yourself. There was a division of labor. Basically, everyone had to take part in piling up the earth in rows. Since they were not all equally strong, only the strongest piled up the earth in

the long run. The others did the planting. Everyone lent a hand with the harvest and carried it to a predetermined roadside. From there, the harvest was picked up by real people and transported to the market. It has happened that the Kadoko people,

arriving at the roadside, Even longing for their own death could not happen, because if they had not been kidnapped, they would still have been alive. And in real life, such a death wish would not have been fulfilled without killing yourself. You had to know

how to actively help yourself. There was a division of labor. Basically, everyone had to take part in piling up the earth in rows. Since they were not all equally strong, only the strongest piled up the earth in the long run. The others did the planting. Everyone

lent a hand with the harvest and carried it to a predetermined roadside. From there, the harvest was picked up by real people and transported to the market. It has happened that the Kadoko people, arriving at the roadside, Even longing for their own

death could not happen, because if they had not been kidnapped, they would still have been alive. And in real life, such a death wish would not have been fulfilled without killing yourself. You had to know how to actively help yourself. There was a division

of labor. Basically, everyone had to take part in piling up the earth in rows. Since they were not all equally strong, only the strongest piled up the earth in the long run. The others did the planting. Everyone lent a hand with the harvest and carried it to a

predetermined roadside. From there, the harvest was picked up by real people and transported to the market. It has happened that the Kadoko people, arriving at the roadside, would have been alive. And in real life, such a death wish would not have

been fulfilled without killing yourself. You had to know how to actively help yourself. There was a division of labor. Basically, everyone had to take part in piling up the earth in rows. Since they were not all equally strong, only the strongest piled up the

earth in the long run. The others did the planting. Everyone lent a hand with the harvest and carried it to a predetermined roadside. From there, the harvest was picked up by real people and transported to the market. It has happened that the Kadoko

people, arriving at the roadside, would have been alive. And in real life, such a death wish would not have been fulfilled without killing yourself. You had to know how to actively help yourself. There was a division of labor. Basically, everyone had to take

part in piling up the earth in rows. Since they were not all equally strong, only the strongest piled up the earth in the long run. The others did the planting. Everyone lent a hand with the harvest and carried it to a predetermined roadside. From there, the

harvest was picked up by real people and transported to the market. It has happened that the Kadoko people, arriving at the roadside, There was a division of labor. Basically, everyone had to take part in piling up the earth in rows. Since they were not all

equally strong, only the strongest piled up the earth in the long run. The others did the planting. Everyone lent a hand with the harvest and carried it to a predetermined roadside. From there, the harvest was picked up by real people and transported to

the market. It has happened that the Kadoko people, arriving at the roadside, There was a division of labor. Basically, everyone had to take part in piling up the earth in rows. Since they were not all equally strong, only the strongest piled up the earth in

the long run. The others did the planting. Everyone lent a hand with the harvest and carried it to a predetermined roadside. From there, the harvest was picked up by real people and transported to the market. It has happened that the Kadoko people,

arriving at the roadside, From there, the harvest was picked up by real people and transported to the market. It has happened that the Kadoko people, arriving at the roadside, From there, the harvest was picked up by real people and transported to the

market. It has happened that the Kadoko people, arriving at the roadside,
Earth people smelled and when wiping their faces with the back of their hands they actually saw Earth
people. They started screaming and begging for help to be freed from captivity. But they quickly realized
that they were not being heard. They were two parallel worlds that met, but could not communicate with
each other. The earth people didn't even see or feel the Kadoko world people trying to talk to them. The
Earth people loaded their transporters and drove away. The Kadoko world people came back sad, didn't
report what they had experienced, but you could tell from their faces that they must have had an
unpleasant experience.

Force was never used. The Kadoko World Maker never beat or threatened his workers with violence, even when a worker tried

to find the special water. The collaborator saw that after applying the water, their creator could speak to the Earth people. It

didn't immediately make sense to him what had happened, otherwise he would have imitated it. They unloaded the crop and

returned to the farm. Many days later, when he could no longer bear to watch men, women and children cry, he came up with

the idea of putting them out of their misery. He paced back and forth, he threw his machete on the ground and ran. Not that

he knew where he was going. But he didn't stop until he found the way. He was on the harvest transport route. At that moment

it occurred to him that he could walk to where they had unloaded the crops and, like their maker, he could use the special

water. He thought maybe that was how he got out into the outside world. He rummaged through the nearby bushes for the

water without success. He kept searching without direction until his creator appeared. He paid no attention to him, nor did he

pretend to register his presence or disapprove of his desperate now failed deed. He went to the farm, reviewed the work done,

gave out food, and left. He kept searching without direction until his creator appeared. He paid no attention to him, nor did he

pretend to register his presence or disapprove of his desperate now failed deed. He went to the farm, reviewed the work done,

gave out food, and left. He kept searching without direction until his creator appeared. He paid no attention to him, nor did he

pretend to register his presence or disapprove of his desperate now failed deed. He went to the farm, reviewed the work done,

gave out food, and left.

It wasn't as if the villagers hadn't noticed, meanwhile. It didn't matter to them that their roommates were
disappearing without a trace and that the kidnapping cases were piling up. Some families who lost
fathers, mothers, children and other relatives were heartbroken and mourned endlessly. They didn't
know whether to bury their relatives or still hold out hope that their lost family members would
eventually return. The Yoruba say: Omo eni ku san ju omo eni nu lo.[1]This happened to many families in
the village. Some even commissioned an obituary but were unable to bury the dead. Because they
weren't dead.

When the villagers' cries for help reached the palace, the king called a cabinet meeting. The Ifa priest
oracled and the oracle said the following: Those who do not work must want to disclose the source of
their wealth in the public interest; he must be made to do so. A community that knows and watches
passively as an inexplicably mysterious man who has become rich enjoys his wealth in the community
without being asked is not innocent. A village that thinks it doesn't know its inhabitants is hypocritical.
Because the village is the people and the people is the village. The riddle is solved.

Days, months and years passed. The Kadoko world creator died without the mystery being revealed. The
Kadoko world people, trapped in their world, went on living as usual. When the family of the Kadoko
world creator could not bury his body because it rained endlessly day and night and the dug hole that
should have been his resting place was full of water, the village had to act. It stopped raining briefly and
another hole was quickly dug and his body was hastily lowered and the hole covered with earth. The
following day
his coffin was found at the gravesite. He was buried again. What had happened the day before was
repeated. It was prophesied. And so his deeds came to light. People had to be freed from suffering. They
were redeemed from the transitional world to the afterlife. The farm was completely burned down and a
purification ritual was performed. Since the earth would not accept his body, he was cremated and his
ashes scattered into the air.
[1]Knowing a child has died is better than knowing it's missing. The security of his well-being in the

Death comforts the relatives. You can cry, howl, throw yourself on the ground, curse and do everything to grieve

to give expression. At some point the phase will come to an end. This cannot happen when a child

is untraceable. The grief is eternal.