Chapter 1: The Path of Genius

Who am I?

I started drawing in spiritual energy when I was just eight years old. At eighteen, I built my foundation. By forty-eight, I reached the Elder's Obi. At one hundred and twenty, I formed my Ogi Kernel, and my lifespan stretched to a thousand years. Not even a hundred years after forming my kernel, I broke it and stepped into the Spirit Heart stage, and the sign that followed my breakthrough was top-notch.

Back in those days, the elders of Umuola would gather in the compound, eyes wide with awe, as I sat cross-legged beneath the old iroko tree, the air around me vibrating with unseen power. My mother would stand in the doorway, wrapper tied firm around her waist, whispering to the neighbours, "Na my pikin be this. Na him God really bless!" Those early years, whenever the air thick with harmattan dust and my father’s voice steady despite the cold, he would always pat my back, nodding with pride, saying, "My son, dem no born you for back. You go reach where your ancestors never touch." The community drums sounded louder on market days whenever my progress made the rounds, as if the land itself celebrated me.

Who am I? I be the most talented genius the Umuola Realm ever see. At three hundred and eighty-eight, I reached Spirit Transformation and entered the Palm Grove Great Realm. After that, I passed through Out-of-Body, Division of Spirit, Unity, Tribulation Crossing, Great Ascension—all sharp sharp, never slower than anybody. In less than seven thousand years, I attained the Way, ascended, entered the Immortal Realm, became a Spirit Elder, and from then on, lived free, no chains holding me down. In my life, I don meet plenty geniuses, but to me, dem no even reach the level to qualify to meet me.

By then, stories of my exploits traveled even to distant small realms. Some said I was a child of destiny; others feared my shadow at twilight. But through all the praise and jealousy, I walked with my head high, steps steady, believing no mountain was too tall for me to climb. Even masquerades at new yam festivals would joke, "Sun Zikora fit dance with spirits and win." Na only me fit boast say nobody fit match my speed or talent, from the old palm groves of Umuola to the shining courts of the Immortal Realm.