The outcast

in an ancient kingdom many centuries ago, there lived a mighty man of valor in a village called afshek, his name was Onan son of Grizz from the ancient kingdom of kia, the kingdom was known for its agricultural prowess and Grizz was the best of the best, his fame and farm brought him before the elite as afshek was know as the smallest village in the kingdom it was a rear thing for someone to rise to a level of recognition, well, his value and contribution to the kingdom where undeniable, hence a sit in the elite class and a title was created for him “Grizz the milk”

Grizz had five sons and two daughters but during his journey of life and intermingling with the elite class of the kingdom of kia, one night he was full of wine and merry so with out full consciousness had the pleasure of one of the young maidens that waited on them that night, few weeks have passed and Grizz got a message of an uninvited guest, surprised to see her and also unable to recorgnise her gave her a warm welcome, you look Exceptionally beautiful he say, and it must be a blessing raining down for me to have you here, snapping out of the flattery he went straight into business. What brings you to my humble abode, the young maiden spoke soberly but respectful, thank you for receiving me into your home but I’m also troubled that’s why I have come, I am one of the maidens that waited on the party of the elite and...

As tear rolled down her eyes she said softly, sir I’m with child, events connected with events and everything flashed like an image before Lord milk as he was popularly known, Grizz was many things and also a man of great integrity. He accepted the child and also made provision for the maiden to be comfortable, when the child was born he called him Onan which means valiant son, and Onan grew amongst his brethren

Many years have past and Grizz was long gone, Onan seems to be growing in the same line of influence as his father but his half brothers said to themselves, if we don’t do something and fast, this illegitimate son Of our father will take our birthright all to himself. Onan woke up one morning to his brothers breathing threats and saying if he doesn’t leave the estate by evening, it would be his corpse that will leave. Knowing how heartless they could Be, he laid hand on a few things he could and fled three towns from his village, and there became a vagabond, he became known for his trouble with those who would use their power and authority to oppress the week, and anyone in that category expected a visit from Onan

Twenty five years have passed, and Onan has built what looks like an empire for himself, but no matter how successful he was he still longed for his people, for his land, to see his brothers again. It has been his prayers everyday to his god to bring him back to his own people and for twenty five years he had made this prayer. Afshek had a conflict with a neighboring village and they resorted to war, their rivals sort help from two other villages to assist them in battle, when the elders of Afshek hard about it they exclaimed “we are doomed and will be wiped off from the face of the earth, but one of the elders suggested to go to Onan and seek his help, this idea seem good to all the elders and they agreed and sent delegates to Onan with this instruction “what ever his demands are, we will do”

When they came to Onan, he received them warmly and asked why they had come and they related the matter to him, without a second thought or hesitation as though desperate he said, I’ll go but on one condition, you’ll will make me ruler over you, the elders replied unanimously, let it be so

All the rest of the life of Onan, the land of Afshek experienced peace and tranquility as their ruler because his god answered his prayer and also gave him victory over their enemy. For his brothers, they sort for his forgiveness with tears, and he spared them for his father sake.

For many years the story was told in the land of Afshek of the “outcast savior “ to the end that everyone is important no matter their status.