Oshun’s Flight to Olodumare — The Peacock Who Became the Buzzard
In the beginning, when the world was still soft clay and the breath of creation hung in the air, Olodumare sent the Orishas down to shape the earth. They were powerful, proud, and eager to prove themselves. But in their pride, they dismissed Oshun — the youngest, the only woman among them, the keeper of sweetness, diplomacy, and flow.
They believed they could build the world without her.
So they tried.
And the world refused them.
The rivers would not run.
The soil would not open.
Nothing they touched would come alive.
Only then did they understand what they had done:
they had cut themselves off from the very force that makes life possible.
Oshun withdrew her energy, wounded by their disrespect.
The Orishas begged her to return, but she would not.
So they sent messengers to Olodumare, hoping for guidance —
but none of them could reach the Supreme Creator’s realm.
Only Oshun could.
She took the form of a magnificent peacock, her feathers shimmering with gold, honey, and sunlight. With a cry that echoed across the heavens, she launched herself upward, determined to carry the truth to the highest throne.
She flew higher than any Orisha had ever dared.
Higher than the clouds.
Higher than the winds.
Higher than the breath of the world itself.
But the closer she came to Olodumare’s realm, the hotter the light became.
The brilliance burned her feathers.
The gold melted away.
The beauty she was known for blistered and blackened.
By the time she reached the gates of heaven, she was no longer a peacock.
She had become a buzzard — scorched, ragged, stripped of her former glory.
Yet she did not turn back.
She bowed before Olodumare, wings trembling, and spoke the truth:
The world cannot be built without the feminine.
Creation cannot thrive without sweetness.
Life cannot flow without Oshun.
Olodumare listened.
Seeing her courage, her sacrifice, and her devotion to the balance of creation, Olodumare fed her with divine food — nourishment that restored her strength, soothed her burns, and filled her with sacred power.
Then Olodumare blessed her:
“You alone flew high enough.
You alone carried the truth.
You alone restored the world.”
When Oshun returned to earth, she poured her waters back into the land.
The rivers flowed again.
The soil softened.
Life awakened.
And the Orishas bowed to her — not because of her beauty, but because of her power, her courage, and her irreplaceable place in creation.
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