She always makes her grand entry into my room when the clock ticks 3:00 Am.

The Witching hour, they called it!

With an owl hoot.

Chilly winds.

Leaves rustling outside.

Ominous nature's opening of my windows.

Curtains flay.

And a more frightening sapping of electrical energy and every form of lumination in my room.

When she's around, my room gets transformed into a modern-day aquarium with a tunnel in between, and a proofed glass shielding its passageway from the ocean's fury, while also allowing a clear view of ocean's lives as they swirl rhythmically with the glory of the marine world.

My bed sat in the middle of this tunnel.

Where I get to see Dolphins.

Mollusks.

Jellyfish.

Colourful corals.

And the many wonders of the triumphant blue ocean.

All Beautiful.

But scary.

And gave jitters.

For the Priestess told me Yemọja hates men who are not brave enough to face her after asking for her blessings, I've been borrowing myself some courage from (only God knows where).

Yemọja's beauty can't be compared to a thousand earthly women.

Her body, curvy, with the mammary glands and derriere in perfection.

This goddess from the Marine world is whom I have a covenant with.

To pleasure her.

While she pleasures me with every riches I desire.

Every thrust into her makes me feel redefined.

Her warmth sends radiation of heightened orgasm all through my body.

Never felt this way with a woman.

It's marveling how every ejaculation with her beneath me feels like I just dealt a heavy blow to poverty.

She'll be coming tonight again.

Same time.

Same sceneries.

I am happy.

For this is the seventh night that marks the end of the ritual.

The ritual that puts an end to all my life's financial troubles.

But signals my journey of wealth and affluence.

This is the journey I chose.

To make a better life for my Mother.

To revenge on Tunde for calling me a "lowlife" just because his client paid him one small 1000 US Dollars.

After tonight, my wealth will shake Lagos!!!

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Bako Abdullahi