Aziza-bou, Saimuzobou: The Forest And Birthplace of Master Dr Tompolo, by Asiayei Enaibo

The Bala Bala flies around the creek side by side with the white speed boat like a guide. No one can understand the speed of the butterfly. The oboe bird at one side with Dr. Tompolo–this age-long mystery of Oweizide with nature’s untold history–not even High Kestin Pondi the Wurutuawei of Bini-ere Madinorbo is not willing to share the traditional code with me. Tompolo, too once said to me, “Enaibo, a day is coming when I will speak to you about your desire to have the ancient knowledge as archive that defined the unique standard of our heritage but the time has not come. I took a step to be closer to Kariwei Omoh to speak to me. What deity is this before us, his mouth closed not to speak as Akparan. Enaibo, when the day directs, humans will speak.”

So I attuned myself to the thought lines of the supreme intelligence with seekers all moving to the forest of Old.

This land is a forest for a pilgrimage, the holy forest where Mama Sologha Ekpemupolo weeps for a son, like Anna in the bible. The forest responds, breaking all the protocols, both gods, the living and the death, and bringing forth the Spirit of Aziza in Human form as Tompolo–half human and half spirit Aziza son of Duamapere–the king of the death and the living.

Oh, Saimuzobou, you gave us the best of Man and Spirit! You brought pride and honour to our land; you freed Ijaw from the shackles of oppression and sent your only begotten Son, Oweizide, aka Tompolo, to save us from the burden of marginalization and oppression.

Aziza deity, the gods of life and death, those who value you, you give them life, those who denigrate you, face the wrath of death. You vowed that what you have made is beyond death and destruction.

Aziza, you are Tompolo, and Tompolo is Aziza. Opua-Eferekiripon builds no house for himself, but he has come to build this munificent Temple for the Aziza deity to redeem his mother’s vow in the forest that made Chief Osen Thomas Ekpemupolo give birth to him.

Aziza is the gateway of sons to the dynasty of Ekpemupolo, the whirlpool of bravery, kindness, and love. This day, High Chief Government Oweizide Ekpemupolo came with both men and women to open this sacred altar of life, power, and liberty to preserve his existence and the true story of his birthday. He said, “This is the forest, where my mother came and cried for a son, and I came out from this deity, so I am Aziza; he is my friend and father. So, any man who values me should celebrate him.Nobody should celebrate my birthday anywhere in the world, but this root– this forest where I came from–though it sounds obscured, the spiritual consciousness to the will of the gods that brought their benevolence stems from here. Come all Ye Men and Women, worship with me! Offer your prayers and petitions and seek what you want, and you shall receive the blessings of Aziza.

“11th of September 2024 is the memory of the realities of life. Saimuzobou women looking for the fruit of the womb, men, both old and young, you all shall receive the greatness of life I have seen.”

Aziza! Aziza father Igologolo! I have come to decree and make my solemn request; accept my local gins, uplift me above the obstacles of life, close all evil eyes away from my pathway, as the Talking Drum of the Niger Delta. I come through the high servant of your Temple Dr. TOMPOLO to bless Ijaw sons and daughters to prosper and protect them in all their endeavours.

The drumming, singing, dancing, seven symbolic masquerade display, and pouring of libations for appeasement took the day as the dance and the joy continued. The words of Prince Omoh, the Amaseikumor Kariwei, said, “Talking Drum, it is your presence the spiritual master seeks, not otherwise,” I replied, “I have the un-read manuscript from Dr. Tompolo from Dream, so let others be there.” The leap rain and rapping tides eluded from my ears. Tompolo prayed for Enaibo and his team to succeed.

Upon the forest, air, and the waters, all the Deities and Chief priests were summoned to Aziza-bou to pray for the master, Odokorikodo, the death can’t kill death. Bless be unto High Chief Government Oweizide Ekpemupolo. the feeder of the gods, the benevolence spirit that has made men.
The drumming rhythm fades.

I woke with the book of Aziza revelation, the message of the Master.

Asiayei Enaibo
Talking Drum
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