Oshun’s Quest for Clean Waters

Long ago, when the world was still young, Oshun, the goddess of love, fertility, and rivers, ruled the waters with unmatched grace. Her beauty was like the sun reflecting on a clear stream, and her laugh, like the trickle of a playful brook, could make even the most stoic gods smile. She loved to dance beside the rivers, her golden adornments jingling like the waters she cherished.

But time passed, and the world grew older. As the human population expanded, they began to treat Oshun’s sacred waters less like a gift and more like a dumping ground. Rivers choked with plastic, lakes turned into toxic soup, and even the gentle streams were filled with more waste than water. Oshun, ever the gentle spirit, tried to be patient. She whispered to the humans through the rustling reeds and flowing currents, urging them to change their ways, but they were too busy scrolling through social media to listen.

One day, after yet another river had been turned into a sludge pit by an overly enthusiastic industrial project, Oshun decided she’d had enough. She gathered her golden skirts, summoned her most dazzling smile, and set off on a journey to modern-day Earth. “If they won’t come to the river,” she thought, “the river will come to them!”

Oshun appeared in the middle of a bustling city, shimmering with the essence of a thousand streams. Her presence caused quite a stir. People stopped in their tracks, spellbound by her beauty and the fact that she was, quite literally, dripping with water. Puddles formed at her feet as she strolled down the sidewalks, her every step leaving a trail of pure, clean water. Soon, the news spread that a mysterious “Water Goddess” had appeared, and she was looking for answers.

She approached a group of young activists who were busy handing out flyers about saving the environment. Oshun smiled at them, her teeth gleaming like pearls. “Hello, children of the Earth. I am Oshun, the goddess of rivers and all waters. I need your help.”

The activists, while initially shocked, were quick to recognize an opportunity. “Oshun, we’ve been trying to get people to care about water preservation for years! But they’re too busy worrying about their coffee orders and Wi-Fi speeds.”

Oshun nodded, understanding their plight. “I will give you a gift, but you must use it wisely.” With a wave of her hand, she filled the activists’ water bottles with the clearest, purest water they had ever seen. “This water will never run out, but only if you drink it while you work towards preserving the waters of the world. If you stray from your mission, it will turn back into mere tap water.”

The activists, thrilled by this magical support, redoubled their efforts. They started campaigns, organized clean-ups, and even convinced local governments to create stricter laws protecting rivers and lakes. With Oshun’s blessing, their cause gained momentum. People began to take notice, not just because of the activists’ tireless work, but because rumours spread that drinking from their bottles made people feel happier, healthier, and more connected to the Earth.

Eventually, even the largest corporations couldn’t ignore the public outcry. They began to invest in sustainable practices, reducing pollution and cleaning up their messes. Oshun, watching all of this from her sacred waters, was delighted. The rivers ran clearer, the lakes sparkled once more, and the fish returned to their rightful homes.

Years later, after much progress had been made, Oshun decided it was time to return to her realm. Before she left, she visited the now-famous activists one last time. She found them by a restored river, laughing and drinking from their seemingly endless water bottles.

“Thank you,” Oshun said, her voice like the soft babbling of a brook. “You have done well.”

One of the activists, grinning, asked, “Oshun, will the water in our bottles ever run out now?”
Oshun winked. “Not as long as you keep working to protect the waters of the Earth. Remember, the rivers, the lakes, and the seas—they are all part of me. As long as they thrive, so do I.”

And with that, she vanished, leaving behind a golden shimmer on the water’s surface.

From that day on, whenever someone saw a particularly clear and beautiful river, they would smile and say, “Oshun has been here.” And thanks to the work of many hands and the blessing of a goddess, the waters of the world were cherished and preserved for generations to come.

In recognition of the Goddess Oshun Stanbridge have named their mascot Oshun. It serves as a reminder to consider water preservation in our personal and business lives.

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