Fire!!! Fire!! I have to say it again, Fire!!! When two or more Otukas are gathered, a fire is nearby ready to consume habitually bad men mercilessly. No ashes remain and the fire is too hot to scream in. Kegs of rum and seas of brine cannot quench it. The fire though is always a potentiality and it is only the purity of the human spirit the Otuka encases that turns him away from such an eschatology of the wicked. Inevitably, sometimes it has to done. Plenty of indications, no announcement required.
The Otuka (a.k.a. Akan da Eniyan) is born into this world very lonely, living on his own terms, mostly, he misunderstands everyone else, he is misunderstood by everyone else. For those he encounters everyone else is his challenge and he is everyone else’s challenge. Trouble? His life is never easy even if gifted, successful, powerful or content and is harder when this is not the case. He, as the intersection of misunderstandings cannot find a like mind as others naturally e.g. like thieves and drunkards do. What frustration, yet he thrives.