Legend

Countless tales narrate warriors' battles, but few tell of the smiths who forge their weapons. Kofi N'Goro dreamed that someday someone would sing his conquests. Day and night he worked without pause to offer Africa's finest arsenal. One day a prince came to collect the ordered sword: the blade was of unmatched beauty, so sharp that merely looking at it cut, and the hilt aroused the envy of the finest sculptors. But the prince only took the weapon and left without even thanking him. The smith did not despair. He only looked toward his son's drawing — in it was Ogun, god of iron and flames. Kofi N'Goro needed no one's praise or gratitude, only his own. So without wasting time he began again to do what no one did better than him: love his work.

Born of the ritual of the pour — thrown long, served with the visual volume of iron.