How Mankind Became Corrupt : A Sankofa Folktale Contest

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How Mankind Became Corrupt : A Sankofa Folktale Contest
<div class="text-justify">Dragging my bag to go back home,  home is where the heart is,  I greeted grandpa whom I've been staying with since I was born,  dad and mum aren't getting well together  so they opt for a divorce,   crashing my life alongside there's.  Grandpa always tells me to remember the son of who I am,  but who am I anyway?.  A boy who hasn't seen his father for Seven years!, cut me some slacks.  

I started picking some bad habit from school bit by bit,  started from lying to stealing,  though I wasn't hungry neither lacked anything, since no one was able to mentor or watch over me,  I became loose. I thought grandpa was ignorant of this,  but he knew,  just waiting for the right time to crack the coconut with his bare hands. 

Grandpa called me to his side one fateful night,  he asked me if I was in school throughout  today,  which I replied "yes". Truth is. He came to school to check on me of which I have already jumped over the school fence to see my friends. 
He didn't argue with me,  he's too full of wisdom to do that,  instead,  he sat me down. 

"I want to tell you a story" he said,  adjusting his all seeing eyes glasses." 

A story of how the world became like this,  maybe if you have the understanding of the world's problem,  who knows,  you might rethink your ways" grandpa's two eyes met mine with acute seriousness. I couldn't  take my eyes off,  in the next few minutes  my friends  will come with there whistle signal,  the plan is to go and  block a girl by the river side. 

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The story am about to tell you, son,  started in the beginning of time itself,  then, men lives among spirits and beast, there was peaceful coexistence and it please the gods himself  to live too among men, But the heavenly  council wouldn't let him,  they counsel him if he must go,  He  should send his son Òtító (Truth)  to live among mankind first, if they are able to live with him,  then the father himself will come. The agreement  was made and Òtító (truth)  was on his way to earth 🌍.  

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While coming he met Ïró(lies)  on the way.
Bowing down to reference  Òtító , he asked him,  where are you going to?. 
Òtító  always says the truth.

"Am going to earth to live with them till my father is satisfied that he can also live among them" truth said. 

"Waoh!,  seriously?, can I join you on this journey?,  please " Ïró  begged him. 

"Ok," truth replied. 

On getting to earth, Òtító  picked the trade of a merchant, selling all sort of kitchen wares and general home item,  so also is Ïró,  he deals with clothes  and jewelries, one thing is so amiss with Ïró's wares,  they are fake,  expensive  and over billed,  the most  bizarre  part is that Ïró's abode is always jampacked with buyers buying his wares. 

One fateful day,  Òtító  met Ïró  on the way and they decide to exchange pleasantries. 

"how are you Òtító".

"Am doing fine".

"And how is business ?."

"Awh," breathing a sigh,  "moving very slow but we thank the gods so far".

"Òtító,  you are not looking fine with that reply"
"I hardly  make a sale per day enough to feed myself".

"Òtító,  maybe you should  come to my house in the night,  let me show you one or two things  to spice up your business".

"OK,  thanks,  I really  appreciate".

They depart, before the sun went down totally Òtító  was already  in Ïró's house.

They greeted themselves,  and he bid him to come into his secret chamber.

Before Òtító's eyes he could see where Ïró  was manufacturing  fake product and mixing all sort of things together  to make a substandard  of what he sells.  Òtító  was shocked to the bones. 
He faced Ïró with a strong disgusting face in a bid to hit him. 

"Do you know am the son of the gods,  I can't be found doing things like this".

"Calm down,  you don't need to tell them this is how you make it, just say it's the standard and they'll  all buy".

"But that's not true".

"No one cares! ".

Òtító  couldn't  believe his eyes as he rushed  out in sadness.

Ïró  rushed to meet him,  looking into his eyes seriously  once again with a stern warning,  don't go and tell everyone  what you've just seen. Or else. 

"Or else what? "

Ïró  calmed himself down, told Òtító  to his face, I agree that you don't tell   lies, fine.  But let's have a deal,  you'll  summon  all the heavenly  powers  you have and I'll peddles  my own lies round the cities,  then we meet on market day which is seven days from now, who ever sell the most gets to stay on earth.  

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Òtító  believed so much in this  and agreed. He trust so much in his godlike power. 
The market days came,  Ïró  settled his wares right across Òtító wares,  ringing the bell to draw people's attention,  the women in the market all thronged to Ïró's stall and within minutes,  finished his wares. Òtító  hasn't sold a single spoon,  dejected and ashamed he looked up into the sky with deary eyes. 

<center>**Òtító  d'ójà ó kùtà**
*Truth has no market value* 
**Ïró ni omo  aráyé nfé**
*Lies is all what mankind wants to hear.*</center>

The gods  in the heavens heard this and send  Òtító  to come up. But before he left  he told each and everyone  who cares to listen , if they want to see him,  they should keep telling the truth. 

Lies after selling all his wares moved his plans forward to dominate  man,  he married a  cunny woman  and they both have a child called Ole(Thief) followed by  jegúdú-jerá(corruption). 
He left the vilage and made plans to populate his kind all over the earth,  marrying many woman and spreading his evil offspring through the earth.

That was how the whole world became corrupt till date and no one to say the truth. 
By the time grandpa finished the story, I've been touched beyond imaginations, I promised grandpa there and then, never to join them in populating lies. I'll from now be an advocate of truth.</div>

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