There was silence, everything was still.
The silence was preceded by the loud voice of the King’s herald “Bow before the King!” and then there had been a rumbling noise as scores of people bowed face down on the dusty earth.
A single voice rang out shattering the silence.
“Kaaaaaaaaaabiyesi o! (The unquestionable one)”
“Oloruko bi ara (the one whose name causes the air to crackle with energy like the lightning bolt)”
“Alade nla (the great crowned monarch)”
“Okiki ola (the wealthy and famous one)”
“Alade wura (the one whose crown is made of the finest gold)”
The air crackled with energy. Each word uttered by the praise singer took on a musical quality and resonated like the strings of a guitar harmonizing with the notes of the pipe organ. The air became thick with emotions.
A damsel stood and swayed to the melody. She was bent low, with her knees flexed and swayed at the hips; a little to the right and then to the left. Her legs moved in tandem with the beat. Her face was one of utter adulation and worship.
“Emi ni ti nje emi ni (the I AM)”
“Ogbangba ti ngba omo alailara (the strong deliverer- that saves the defenseless and destitute)”
“Alawotele Oorun (the one who wears the sun like a cloak of majesty)”
“Ologo julo (the most glorious one)”
“Akiikitan (the one with the never ending accolades)”
“Alapa to so ile aiye ro (the one that holds the universe together)”
With each words, the melody increased and the damsel danced with grace in every step. Her lithe body moved smoothly and swayed. Beads of sweat formed on her brow but she was unaware. She danced on for her King. She was a beauty to watch.
“Eleburu ife (the wellspring of love)”
“Olodumare (the Creator of all)”
“Oba awon oba (the King of kings)”
“Oluwa awon oluwa (the Lord of lords)”
“Olorun giga giga (The great and mighty God)”
From His throne, set forth in the middle of the square, the King set foot on the floor, first with His right leg and then His left. He hefted himself from his throne and stood tall. His robes were of the finest purple and embroidered with gold at the hem. His hair was silvery and caught the gleam of the sun and flowed down to His shoulders. On his head was a crown of gold, the brilliance of which made it impossible to look directly at it.
“Arugbo ojo (the Ancient of days)” the praise singer continued in his deep baritone.
“Oba Atun’rise (the king, the changer of destinies)”
“Olorun mimo, oga ogo julo, adagba ma paaro oye, Olorun awon omo ogun (the Holy One, the most High and glorious, the Eternal King, reigning without end, the Lord of host)
The King was now a few feet from the damsel and he bent his legs at the knee and began to sway. His movements were in sync with hers. The King danced alongside the damsel.
The damsel was beyond words and emotions. Her eyes became large orbs in their sockets and her step faltered. The King smiled at her, a smile that reached into her heart and massaged her flustered heart. Then the moment passed and she found her rhythm back.
She had danced for her King and now she was dancing with her King.
It was an experience of a lifetime.