Whispers of Ifa: Quest for the Sacred Oracles

ent of spices and the vibrant colors of woven fabrics. At the age of eighteen, Mbali, with her ebony skin and eyes that held both curiosity

doscope of fabrics, approached her. With a knowing smile, the woman ha

ind," the old woman whispered cryptically. "Yo

t surface. That night, in the quiet solitude of her village, Mbali's sleep was invaded by

sought the counsel of the village elders. Their eyes widened as they studied the symbols on the parchment, rec

isdom of generations. "You are the vessel through which the spirits will speak. Embark

Ifa whispering secrets to her heart. The marketplace, once familiar, now held the all