Balogun lay on the ground with his back resting on a boulder. His breathing was heavily as his bloodstained nostrils worked overtime to service his lungs. His opponent lay slain before.
The war was over and he had deliver the vanquishing blow to the enemy general. Long ago a young boy had set off in search of adventure with nothing but the garments on his back and the prayers his mother offered to Orunmila for his safety.
With their rivals vanquished he became the first General of the newly formed Ijebu kingdom. He lived a quiet life afterwards, the blood and carnage of his adventure and robbed it of its taste. He was weary of battle after his victory at the bank of the Osan river.
He never killed another man again.