Long ago, in the ancient kingdom of Oyo, there lived a mighty king named Sango. With eyes that glowed like embers and a voice that could split the sky, he was feared and revered. He ruled not only with wisdom but with the power of thunder at his command. Lightning danced at his fingertips, and his enemies knew that defiance meant destruction.
But Sango was not born with such power.
He had once been a mortal king—a warrior, fierce and proud. During his reign, he sought greater strength to protect his people and conquer his enemies. He climbed the sacred hills of Koso, where the secrets of the gods whispered through the wind. There, he discovered a sacred stone, glowing with the energy of storms. When he lifted it, the heavens roared, and the spirit of thunder surged into him.
From that day on, Sango was no longer just a king—he was an Orisha.
Yet power is a heavy burden.
Jealous rivals in the royal court began to whisper: “He has betrayed the balance. He wields what belongs to the gods.” One fateful night, his palace was engulfed in a mysterious fire. His family, his loved ones—gone. Blinded by grief and rage, Sango unleashed thunder upon the land, his sorrow turning into storms that flooded villages and cracked the earth.
The people cried out for mercy.
Standing at the edge of the world, where land met sky, Sango raised his arms and called to the heavens. “If I have abused my power, let the sky judge me!”
And the sky answered.
Lightning struck Sango, not to destroy, but to transform. His mortal body turned to light, and he ascended into the clouds, becoming fully divine. From then on, he was not just a king, but Sango the Orisha, guardian of justice, punisher of liars, and protector of the oppressed.
Even today, when thunder rolls and lightning splits the sky, people know—Sango walks among them, watching, waiting, ready to strike for truth and honor.
