Along with this narrative comes the story of the male Òrìsàs in the traditions of Ifa  who were complaining about the powers Oludamare gave the Aje before they left their realm.

Before time was split into days and nights, when the earth was a wet clay in the hands of Olodumare, the Supreme Creator summoned all forces to the celestial marketplace, •Ọjà-Ọ̀run•. There, the òrìṣà received their domains: Ṣàngó’s thunder, Ọ̀ṣun’s rivers, Ògún’s iron. But when the turn of “Aje” came the primordial mothers, the “Ìyàmi Osoronga” Olodumare handed them no single element. Instead, They gifted Aje the •ẹmí àṣẹ•: the breath of divine authority itself.

“You are the womb and the wound,” Olodumare declared. “Your tongue will build nations and bury tyrants. Your anger will be the knife that pares excess; your mercy, the soil where new seeds grow.”•

Aje’s power was and is raw, untethered to foolish shrines nor did they bow to seasons. They could summon abundance with one palm and wither corruption with the other. But this gift came with a covenant: Aje would answer only to cosmic balance, never to mortal demands.