Olúrónbí

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How are we going to judge this scenario of Olúrónbí a mother who made rash vow just because of her selfish attitude.

In those days, humans worshipped certain trees for protection, provision, fortune and success. 
Everybody went before the Ìrókò tree, asking the divine tree for blessing while making pledges of Sheep, Ram, and Cow in return.
But Olúrónbí because she wanted to make great fortune pledged her only daughter to the tree.

She forgot that promise is a debt, she didn't realise that it is better not to make a promise rather than not fulfilling it. Her daughter warned her against her vow, but she didn't listen.

Ìrókò tree granted, and instead of Olúrónbí to fulfil her pledge, she dropped a measly Fowl for the Ìrókò tree instead of her daughter. 

Ah, Ìrókò tree seized her daughter. She thought that she could fool the divinity. You don't deceive your benefactor, don't act smart.

But then, people gathered to try and rescue Olúrónbí's daughter. Some grabbed the girl by her hands, other stretched her head, as Olúrónbí begged the tree all in a bid to free her from the hold of Iroko tree.

Alas, Ìrókò won't leave her daughter, the great tree swallowed her beautiful daughter alive, the damsel vanished from among the inhabitants of human being to leave in the belly of the Ìrókò tree.

Olúrónbí, you enticed fortune in the most disastrous way,
You made the fortune at a great expense; your only begotten daughter.

Olúkálukú jêjé Ewúré, 
Olúkálukú jêjé Àgùtàn, 
Olúrónbí jêjé omo rè apónbí Epo. 
Olúrónbí o
Ìrókò janjan.

Meaning,

People made pledge of Goat
People made pledge of Sheep
Olúrónbí made pledge of her beautiful daughter
Olúrónbí
Ìrókò the deity.

#NoToRashVow
#YorubaFolklore

© FERT, 2015

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