Winds tore at iroko crowns; rains swelled the Ovia until the Idahosa Shrine stood knee-deep in brown water. A Priestess and a PactMama Osaro, priestess of the shrine, read the sky’s disorder as a breach with the ancestors. In the crowd stood Eweka, a bronze carver whose hands knew the weight of courts and seasons. “Authority must be practiced as care, or the winds will answer for us.”The village gathered; offerings were laid; chants rose in the cadence of Edo praise poetry. The Idahosa Shrine became a seat of responsibility; authority was practiced as maintenance of balance.