As he prepared for his sacred mission, Obatala’s heart swelled with pride. The world-to-be rested in his hands, and with each step toward the edge of the heavens, he envisioned lush lands, flowing rivers, and creatures teeming with life. But the task was weighty, and Obatala sought comfort in palm wine offered by mischievous spirits.
The sweet, heady drink clouded his mind, and his steps faltered as he descended the golden chain. When he reached the chaos below, his hands moved sluggishly. The sand poured unevenly, and the hen scratched haphazardly, scattering landforms across the waters. Mountains rose jagged and distorted, valleys were shallow where they should have been deep. Obatala's vision was blurred, and his once-perfect world was misshapen.
When the haze lifted, Obatala looked upon his creation and saw his mistakes. He wept bitter tears for the imperfections, especially for the first humans he had molded, who bore marks of his drunken hand. He pleaded with Olodumare for guidance, his humility raw and unguarded.
Olodumare, ever wise and forgiving, gave Obatala a new task: to become the Orisha of purity, wisdom, and redemption. His white garments would forever remind him and others of the clarity and peace of a clear mind. Obatala vowed to watch over all, especially those with physical differences, honoring their unique beauty as creations of his humbled heart.
From that day, Obatala walked the earth in kindness, correcting what he could, protecting the vulnerable, and teaching the power of forgiveness—starting with himself. The world he shaped remained imperfect, but through its imperfections, it thrived with the resilience and love he nurtured.
And so, Obatala's gentle spirit became a beacon for all who sought balance, wisdom, and the strength to rise above their mistakes.
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